Qin Sang took off his coat as soon as he entered the room.
At this moment, she was wearing a thin knitted sweater that stuck to her skin. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the heat coming from his tight body.
His hot breath rushed into her mouth and nose, and his movements were a little hurried, but he restrained himself from slowing down and softening them, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
"Sang Sang." His kiss fell on her neck.
"Huh?" Qin Sang was dimly conscious. His big palm slowly inserted into her waterfall-like black hair, feeling the body temperature coming from her in his fingertips.
"Sangsang..."
Each sound is like a soft call from the depths of the soul.
Qin Sang felt that her body was extremely hot, as if she was deep in a pool full of molten lava. Her whole body was filled with heat that could burn through her flesh. She clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against his chest, which was as hard as hard iron.
, the voice that came out of the mouth was broken and broken: "Mosen, can you..."
"Can it be anything?" His eyes were scarlet, his movements were fierce, and his grip on her waist began to increase.
Qin Sang wants to curse, is there anything else he can do? What else can he do?
Is it possible to go to dinner?
Qin Sang was angry and bit him on the shoulder.
On his fair skin, a bright red tooth mark instantly appeared, as if he was showing his teeth and claws.
It doesn't hurt, but it's like a catalyst.
Let all the longings on the string collapse!
Mo Sen pushed the thin shirt around her waist to her shoulder blades, exposing a large area of white snow to the clean light in the room!
Outside the window are the rolling mountains, the sky is light blue and clear, and wrapped in white sheets, are two young men and women intertwined...
After a long time.
A sigh from someone I don't know broke the charm of the room.
Qin Sang opened his eyes, poked the person behind him with his elbow, and said in a slightly flirtatious tone, "Brother."
Mo Sen didn't know when he started to hate hearing these two words from her mouth, and pinched her chest in dissatisfaction.
Qin Sang stared at him in pain, but with his eyes closed, he couldn't feel it at all. Qin Sang continued: "I just want to ask, have you really never been in love before?"
The person behind him muttered a vague "Uh", buried his face in the back of her neck and rubbed her lips, which were wet as they brushed against the tips of her reddish ears. Qin Sang's breathing became stagnant, and he shrank away.
But he was quickly pulled into his arms and held tightly.
"I don't believe it, or else you've read a lot of tutorials in that field." She teased, looking like a complete scumbag.
Mo Sen opened her eyes, and the black eyelashes scratched the back of her neck, which was slightly itchy. Qin Sang felt that he always made a lot of little moves, whether they were intentional or unintentional, and they always left a ripple on people's hearts.
"That's...good?" he asked with his lips curled up.
Because she was leaning against his chest, Qin Sang couldn't see his expression at the moment.
But in my impression, when it comes to relationships between men and women, Mosen is always different from the cold appearance he gives off. He blushes easily and is not very good at talking about love. His teasing and flirtatious tone just now seems to be the first
once.
Qin Sang moved, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Very good!"
This sentence greatly encouraged him. Even though there was secret annoyance and shame in his eyes, he still hugged her and sat on him. Qin Sang was not wearing any clothes, so he wrapped her in a thin quilt and opened the curtains.
Among the high-rise buildings in the busy city, there are only mountains and plains. Qin Sang also feels that this situation is tantamount to completely exposing her!
She angrily pushed him: "I'm praising you!"
Mo Sen's voice was filled with suppressed hoarseness and brokenness: "I thought you were asking for something."
Qin Sang: "..."
When a man gets horny, it’s also outrageous!
Qin Sang blushed for a rare moment, but did not want to admit defeat.
He immediately leaned over and hooked his chin with his index finger: "Is my brother in good health? Don't show off."
...
It was already midnight when Qin Sang woke up in a daze.
Mo Sen was so vindictive that after that sentence, she never had the chance to say a word of provocation. He really wanted to torture her to death!
Qin Sang was wrapped in a quilt, her limbs were sore and swollen, and she could feel her bones falling apart if she moved.
Outside, in the sky like splashing ink, a bright moon hangs, and the mountains, rivers, and seas are silent.
Qin Sang closed her eyes and rested for a long time. Her arms, covered with red marks, suddenly slipped out of the quilt. She was so thirsty, so hot, and so sticky.
I want to drink water and take a bath.
But before her hand touched the water glass, a figure had already come over and handed the water glass to her lips.
Qin Sang gave him a look of resentment, which was obviously a complaint, but what she revealed was all style and charm!
He held his hand and drank a full glass of water, and the dryness and heat in his chest finally subsided a little.
Mo Sen lowered his eyebrows and reached out to caress her cheek. His fingertips were slightly cold and rubbed against her slightly sticky skin, which was unexpectedly comfortable.
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
I'm already overly hungry.
Qin Sang thought angrily, but also thought about it seriously: "Can we only eat what the boss cooks?"
Mo Sen's eyes fell on her face for a moment: "Can I have a face?"
When she didn't answer, he added: "I will do it."
Qin Sang smiled: "What do you do? It's not instant noodles, right?"
"It should be no problem if we borrow a kitchen."
--
When Qin Sang came out of the shower, she couldn't walk very steadily. After taking two steps, she just lay on the bed and refused to move.
Mo Sen brought a bowl of hot vegetable and egg noodles and looked at Qin Sang who was sitting on the bedside playing with her mobile phone. The soft light of the bedside lamp enveloped her, and she had the indifferent and sharp look that she had met for the first time.
When did it no longer exist, it was replaced by the softness and coquettishness unique to women.
The kind of love that he couldn't help but want to hold tightly in the palm of his hand and couldn't bear to let go, like a jackal, a tiger or a leopard, devouring him!
Qin Sang glanced at him lazily, still remembering that it was because of his rudeness and lack of restraint that her legs were so weak that she almost fell down after taking a shower!
When Mo Sen saw her like this, he knew that he had gone too far today. Although he was ashamed, he was only filled with joy and satisfaction.
"Come down to eat?" he asked.
Qin Sang ignored her, even though the smell of noodle soup stirred up the glutton in her stomach.
Mo Sen walked over, picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, brought it to his mouth, and said softly: "Open your mouth."
Qin Sang still likes to ignore him.
But in my heart I have already despised myself.
She seemed to have gone a little too far.
Mo Sen sighed, put down the bowl of noodles and lifted a corner of the quilt: "Let me see where it hurts."
His speech and movements were all serious, as if he were a teacher asking students who couldn't solve the problem.
Qin Sang felt so guilty that she hurriedly got out of bed and put on her shoes. She glared at him and then walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down on the coffee table with the bowl in hand.
One thing to say, Mo Sen is indeed talented in cooking. A bowl of simple plain noodles made by him is full of color, flavor and flavor!
"Slower."
He sat aside and watched her.
Qin Sang was really hungry. After finishing the bowl of noodles, there was no soup left.
After eating and drinking, the little emotion disappeared, and he held his chin and looked at Mo Sen aside.
He was looking at his phone to reply to a message. He didn't know who sent it. His thin lips were straightened and he showed no emotion.
Qin Sang has never thought that he is a handsome guy, but looking at Mo Sen at this moment, he still feels that God is really partial. Even in a place like the entertainment industry where hundreds of flowers are blooming, Mo Sen can still be beaten with an appearance like this!
After replying to the message, Mo Sen tilted his head and looked into Qin Sang's fox eyes that were full of cunning but gentle and beautiful.
His heart felt hot, and he stretched out his hands to take her into his arms.
Qin Sang rested her head on his chest and played with his fingers. Mo Sen's fingers were long and straight, with clear joints and strong lines.
"Would it take too much time to play out on your work?"
Mo Sen pinched her cheek gently: "No."
"oh."
She asked after seeing that he was not at ease.
"And you?"
"Neither can I."
Qin Sang was ambiguous: "I'm on vacation too!"
"What are the plans for the future work?"
Qin Sang buried her head in his arms and smelled the unique fragrance on his body: "I don't know, don't ask, how can we talk about work during vacation? You are so annoying."
Mo Sen smiled, his narrow eyes gleaming with love.
"Well, don't ask."
After a long time, she was so tired that she almost fell asleep. She forced herself to stay asleep and asked, "Mo Sen."
"Um?"
"Do you like your life now?"
"like."
Although he didn't know why she asked that, he liked it.
In all these years, I have never loved it as much as I do now.
Qin Sang lowered her eyelashes and made a sound, as if she had really fallen asleep.
Mo Sen hugged her to bed, and Qin Sang hung her arm around his neck and refused to let go. She was rarely so clingy, but Mo Sen was comforted, and his heart felt hot and muddy.
He slept next to her in the same position, being careful not to let any movement hit her hair.
Qin Sang had a dream, in which she was chased by a vicious dog. She ran all her life through the rain, snow and scorching sun, with blood all over her body, but she did not dare to stop!
I am very tired, so tired that I want to give up. It is better to die than to live like this.
God seemed to hear her cry, so she finally stopped when there was a cliff at the end. The vicious dog stuck out its tongue and showed its ferocity, pressing on her step by step. She closed her eyes and jumped.
When she opened her eyes, she was still alive, lying in a warm bed, with the aroma of food in her nose.
In the flickering candlelight, there was a figure, tall and thin.
--
Qin Sang didn't sleep well that night.
Maybe the dream was too real, and she felt very tired and sweaty. The dripping sweat made her extremely uncomfortable.
She turned sideways uncomfortably and found herself being held tightly in a warm embrace.
The thin quilt only reached their waists, and he hugged her like a baby.
Qin Sang didn't want to disturb someone's dream, so she didn't move because her posture was uncomfortable. After a while, the breath of the person behind her began to be rapid and chaotic, and the hand that was tightly clasping her waist began to move restlessly.
Qin Sang froze for a moment, then smiled: "Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up!"
He ignored it and reached his hand from the hem of his clothes, moving all the way until he grasped it and kneaded it gently.
Qin Sang raised her face, pecked his chin, and pretended to be angry: "Still pretending?"