"Beichen Xiao..." She panted and pressed against his chest, preventing him from making the next move.
He pressed on her body, mouth to mouth, but couldn't get in, and he was holding back the sweat on his forehead.
He didn't want to force her now, so he secretly endured his desire and listened to her say in a small voice: "I don't want to do it."
She hasn't gotten over the shadow of that incident yet, even if he doesn't care, she still cares.
After all, she had received a very feudal ideological education since she was a child. Before she met Beichen Xiao, she had always believed that a girl's first time should be reserved for her husband, but Beichen Xiao's appearance broke all her expectations.
Her reserve changed her life and made her life unprepared.
However, what happened to her just now with Ye Bai, how could she do it with him again...
Bei Chenxiao saw Mao Dun's struggle and escape in her eyes. He relaxed his body, slowly lay back beside her, and stretched out his long arms to take her into his arms.
She bent her legs, clasped her hands together and pressed them against his chest, her little head buried in the crook of his neck, in a posture of self-protection.
Before the matter was found out, he didn't want to force her, so he pulled her hands away and tightly wrapped them around his waist, making their chests fit tightly together.
Her face heated up, and the hot temperature was ironing his chest. He bent down and kissed her forehead, saying in a hoarse voice: "I had a dream last night. Do you want to know what it was?"
She whispered in the quilt: "What?"
He maliciously pressed her ear against hers and sprayed all his breath on her neck, causing her to tingle and shrink her little neck in avoidance.
"I dreamed of having sex with you//ai, and I did it many times."
"Beichen Xiao, you're annoying." Wen Tong pinched the flesh on his waist, but the hard muscles couldn't be pinched at all.
He smiled and put the sticker on her body, "I found out after I woke up that you were not with me at all. It turned out that I drank too much and had hallucinations. They say that I think about it every day and dream about it at night. I must be too
I miss you so much, I want to be with you so much..."
She hurriedly covered his evil mouth and shook her head on the pillow, "Beichen Xiao, you are not allowed to say that."
He took advantage of the situation and kissed her palm, then licked it with his tongue, staring at the narrow curve of the corners of her mouth.
"Beichen Xiao, did you go drinking after you left that day?" She tightened her palms to prevent his tongue from doing anything else.
Thinking of him getting drunk alone, she felt a little guilty. It was all her fault.
The remorse in her eyes did not escape Beichen Xiao's keen insight. He kissed her forehead instead, with a nonchalant tone, "If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't have dreamed of you. It's a pity that after I woke up, besides remembering
With you..." He raised his eyebrows, which meant you knew, "I can't remember anything else."
Wen Tong decided not to continue this topic. This nasty man would always say something that would make her blush.
He chuckled, and his chest shook slightly. She raised her hand and greeted him with her little fist. He grabbed it, put it to her mouth, kissed it, and warned in a low voice, "If you move again, I won't be able to control you anymore."
You bear the consequences at your own risk.”
Wen Tong snorted and immediately remained motionless.
Beichen Xiao lovingly pulled her into his arms, held her in his arms, felt her hot body temperature, steady heartbeat, listened to the low humming of night bugs outside the window and the rustle of the wind. He felt that this was his life, this was happiness.
"Beichen Xiao, don't leave." She hugged his waist and murmured in a daze.
He whispered: "I won't leave, be good and go to sleep."
She shook her head stubbornly, "I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, you will disappear."
"Then I'll recite a poem to you."
"You can also recite poems?" She blinked curiously, feeling less sleepy.
He spoke loudly, "In the Taiyuan Dynasty of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling were engaged in fishing. They walked along the stream and forgot the distance of the road. Suddenly they came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps along the bank. There were no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful.
The fisherman is very different. He keeps going forward and wants to exhaust the forest..."
She was surprised that this was her favorite poem. She still remembered that six years ago, when she went to his beachside villa for the first time, she sat in his car and recited this poem. She didn't expect that he could recite it so well.
"When the forest reaches the water source, there is a mountain. There is a small mouth in the mountain, as if there is light..." Wen Tong closed her eyes happily, a smile swayed at the corners of her eyes and brows, and she recited it softly with him.
One whispered, the other filled the ears, and the melodious chorus continued in the silent room. The two people were nose to nose, and each other's breath blended. They were thinking about each other, and suddenly they looked at each other and smiled as if they had a tacit understanding.
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Beichenxiao nodded her nose and hugged her into his arms, "Be good, go to sleep."
She bit the flesh on his chest relentlessly, "I still want to listen."
He lowered his eyes and stared into her water-cut pupils, and slowly, as if reading out a promise, "We have a life-and-death bond, tell me, hold my hand, and grow old together with you."
She was startled, and a warm current surged in her heart, like a slowly melting pond in March, with willows lingering and flowers blooming in the warmth of spring.
Wen Tong fell asleep, breathing evenly, and her face was rosy. For the first time in two days, she slept so soundly. Just because he was by her side, her heart felt particularly stable when she thought that he was just a fist away.
, even dreams are sweet.
Bei Chenxiao waited until she was asleep before slowly getting up. With gentle movements, he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt.
She seemed to feel that her side was empty, and she wanted to wake up.
Bei Chenxiao hurriedly leaned over and kissed her forehead, coaxing softly, "Go to sleep."
She pursed her lips, leaned into his breath, and her eyebrows that had been frowned slowly relaxed.
Bei Chenxiao smiled and got off the ground lightly.
He went into the bathroom and took out his phone to call Wenze.
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Go and check something out for me right away." He said a few words on the phone and then closed the line.
He must find out about this matter. He must untie the knot in Wen Tong's heart and find out who is behind the scenes. It's just a plot against him. He will never pay for his woman's innocence.
Just let it go.
After doing this, Bei Chenxiao climbed onto the bed again, took the awkward little woman into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, baby.
Wen Tong woke up the next day and saw a handsome face sleeping in front of her as soon as she opened her eyes.
The usually sharp edges softened in sleep, his breathing was smooth, like graceful music, and his eyelashes were dense and long, flowing like a still waterfall.
She looked at him and suddenly blushed because she thought of those three words he said in a low voice yesterday.
After a good sleep, everything felt so unreal, and I wanted to make sure it was my hallucination.
Her little butt moved forward, closer to him.
Stretching out her thin white fingers, she gently traced his three-dimensional facial features.
Outside the window, the rapeseed field wetted by rain glowed with a bright green luster, and the yellow brocade petals were like a velvety blanket hung with water drops.
A few birds flew among the flowers, and colorful butterflies spread their brilliant wings in the sun.
It was a wonderful morning because, when I woke up, he was beside me.
Amid her smile, he slowly opened his eyes, his narrow eyes filled with the laziness of morning.
She was like a primary school student who had been caught and exposed, and she retracted her fingers in embarrassment.
But he leaned over, pressed a kiss on her finger, and said in a deep and hoarse voice as gorgeous as music, "Morning."