"You didn't come in... Let me see if my aunt said something?"
"I didn't say anything." Rong Beiming replied calmly.
Yu Nianen looked down at the jade bracelet on his wrist and asked curiously: "What is this for? Why did you think of giving me the jade bracelet?"
"Do you like it?"
"I like it, it's very beautiful. Did you buy it for me? Why don't you give it to your mother? I came so suddenly and didn't even buy a gift."
"No, this is what my mother gave you, you just need to keep it well."
"What? My aunt gave it to me? How can this be okay? I didn't give her anything." Yu Nian'en felt a little embarrassed, "It's all your fault, and you didn't say anything first."
Rong Beiming just smiled and pointed at the men's white shirt she was wearing: "It looks good, even better than what I wear."
She pulled off the hem of her clothes and remembered that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her face turned red and she turned around to go into the house.
"Where are you going?" He pulled her into his arms, pressed the proud curves of her back with his big hands, and pushed towards him, "There is a bag in the closet with your change of clothes. I asked the driver to bring it over.
.Didn’t you see?”
"Who saw it? You didn't say anything."
"I asked Aunt Ling to sort it out in the morning and put it in the trunk. You didn't ask, but you seem to be more attractive wearing my shirt." His voice was hoarse, and he rubbed his hands through the thin fabric.
Rubbing her delicate skin.
To him, she was really like a poison that had no antidote and could easily confuse him at any time.
Bending his head, he kissed her lips gently, always very gently, like a calm lake, allowing Yu Nianen to indulge in it willingly.
She was carried back to the bed by him, and he touched her gently. This time, it was different from any other time...
She felt as if she had plunged into a dense forest, and she and Rong Beiming were like two stretching branches, tightly and tenderly intertwined.
There is no conquering or being conquered, only soul and desire intertwined to form a beautiful picture.
…
I don't know how long it took, but Yu Nianen was lying on the pillow, calling Rong Beiming's name uncontrollably. First she lost her body, and then the heart she thought she had lost.
"Nian En, I always want to give you the best..." He lowered his head and lovingly kissed her sweaty back, gently clasped her waist, and moved rhythmically.
"Ming..." She trembled and sobbed uncontrollably, grabbing the sheets with her fingers. Every time she sank began under his strong guidance.
But this time, his gentle possession made her clearly feel every moment of sinking and the entire process of indulgence.
It turns out that sometimes, gentleness is more terrifying and irresistible than strength.
…
The crystal stars are shining with moving light in the endless gray sky, and the grasshoppers, crickets and insects that are not asleep are singing lyrical songs softly in the grass and gaps between the trees.
Yu Nianen lay exhausted on Rong Beiming's chest, not even wanting to move his fingers.
"Are you asleep?" After resting for a while, she asked quietly.
"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"
"I recognize the bed!"
"How could it be?" He stroked her smooth back and said with a smile, "Isn't my bed yours? What's the point of identifying it?"
Knowing that he was joking, Yu Nianen pressed his chin on his chest and tapped him several times: "Don't you ever blush when you say these words?"