The moonlight spread on the floor of the room as gorgeously as silk, allowing Du Jiawen to clearly see every tiny pore of the satisfied kitten beside him.
Her cheeks were flushed, due to the residual alcohol. Her eyelashes were long and slightly curled, leaving a row of dense shadows under her eyelids.
The breath he exhaled was a little hot, with the smell of red wine, and it was actually refined and mellow. He was a little drunk, drunk in her breath.
The bright red on the snow-white sheets was particularly shocking. But it was like a frenzy like the sea, which made his heart hurt. He couldn't help but hug her tighter, and some kind of desire was about to stir.
But she slept peacefully, automatically finding a place in his arms.
Du Jiawen couldn't help but sigh, and a tingling shiver ran over his skin. It was her breath that breathed gently on his naked chest.
"Little goblin..." He murmured, knowing that his desire for her might last for a long time.
Maybe three months, maybe... half a year.
He thought, smiled, gradually relaxed his body, hugged her naked back tightly, and couldn't help but touch her gently with his fingers, which elicited an unclear murmur from Xiang Xiaochuang.
Although it was his first time to be considerate to her, Du Jiawen didn't want to leave the most rude impression on her when she was drunk. But her posture and her soft whisper seemed to have scratched his hand.
In my heart, once, once, and again...
In fact, if he knew that this was her first time, he would not even choose to possess her when she was drunk and unconscious. However, could he really do it?
For the first time in his life, he had doubts about his proud self-control.
Her alluring red lips moved slightly. Her murmurs in her sleep made him curious. He put his ear closer and carefully discerned her indistinct voice, and finally heard her shouting over and over again: "No...
…don't want……"
Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed again and her chest heaved rapidly. Du Jiawen was stunned for a moment before he realized that she was having a nightmare. "Xiaochuang? Xiang Xiaochuang?" he called softly.
Her hand drew a long arc in the air and finally dropped down. Du Jiawen caught it with his big palm and put it in his palm.
Xiang Xiaochuang finally sighed and stretched his eyebrows. Du Jiawen breathed a sigh of relief. Even he didn't understand why at that moment, he had an emotion called "heartache".
The diamond-shaped red lips suddenly curved. Maybe in her dream, there was a prince who saved her from dire straits. Therefore, that smile could almost be called sweet, as soft as heaven.
Clouds.
Until the smiling flower calmed down, Du Jiawen was still a little dazed and did not come back to his senses.