As Tang Rou listened, her originally smiling lips gradually became straighter and she frowned.
"Rou...speak, I want to hear your voice..."
The boy's soft gasps and pleas sounded from behind the door, his voice as moist and tender as if it had been soaked in artificial seawater.
"I'm going back first."
Tang Rou stood up, her face gloomy.
There was a click.
The door lock is unlocked.
The moist water vapor rushed towards the face, almost making people wet.
The premonition of danger sounded an alarm in her mind, and Tang Rou subconsciously speeded up her pace, but her wrist was held by a water-stained hand.
The next second, he was forcibly taken backwards and hooked into a moist and cool embrace.
"Where are you going?" A clear, low-pitched voice came from above the head, inexplicably dangerous.
The young man held her condescendingly, and the water droplets flowed along the wet hair, through his chin, slid through the air, fell into her collar, and completely covered her in his shadow.
"I want to go back, let me go."
Tang Rou pushed towards him, but she touched the young man's delicate and moist skin.
She jerked back as if she was electrocuted, but a hand caught her and forced her back to the place she had touched.
"What are you hiding from?" The voice was dyed with emotion and was hoarse with lust, falling like a feather on her ear, "Do you think I'm unclean? I've washed it."
"You're not wearing any clothes..."
The young man smiled, "Of course you don't wear clothes when taking a bath. Aren't all humans like this?"
"Then I'll go out."
But as soon as she finished speaking, the arms around her tightened.
The young man held her tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair, and gently and dangerously rubbed her, "Don't go out, stay here with me."
Tang Rou started to get scared. At this moment, she even forgot that there might be a strange creature in the room, and just wanted to go back, but the young man was unwilling to let her go, indulging in the beauty of this tight fit.
"Why don't you, Rou, wash it together?"
He rubbed her gently and clingingly like a spoiled child.
Put wet hair against her cheek.
Like a poor stray cat, wet all over, acting coquettishly towards kind pedestrians on a rainy day.
Until the soft thin lips moved down along her hair, he bent down and took her earlobe in his mouth, changing everything.
At this moment, a thread suddenly broke in Tang Rou's mind.
Tang Rou resisted with all her strength, but found that the seemingly weak and slender boy was extremely strong and stuck her body tightly, making it impossible for her to break free at all.
"Rou, stop moving, or you may hurt yourself."
"let me go!"
The soft, jelly-like touch lingered on her ears and touched her auricles.
The young man's eyes were dark, staring closely at the movements of the person in his arms.
Small and soft.
The earlobes became wet, leaving a layer of light red marks. He didn't even dare to use force for fear of hurting her, but she was still trembling.
Resistance is written all over my body.
Inexplicably, it aroused his strong desire to control, and he wanted to leave his own breath and traces on her body.
"Why can they do it but I can't?"
A low hoarse voice sounded close to my ears.
"What?"
He wants to use his own breath to wash away those traces that disgust him.
That poor earlobe soon became swollen.
It was rubbed by the teeth and then released, sliding down.
Tang Rou bit his hand with all her strength. The young man was startled and let go. She took advantage of this moment to push him away and ran out as fast as she could.
But because he couldn't see, he didn't know that he was running in the wrong direction.
The poor prey panicked and fell into the predator's trap.
She groped around on the wall and felt the wet tiles, and realized that she seemed to have entered the bathroom by mistake.
There was a click, and the sound of the door being locked came from behind.
Tang Rou turned around in horror, feeling the dangerous aura approaching step by step in the darkness.
"Rou, you haven't answered me yet, why they can do it but I can't."
The voice was soft and slow, echoing among the tiles in the bathroom, wrapping her up.
"Rou, I'm very clean. I cleaned up those places. If they grow again, please check them."
Tang Rou stepped back, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"I miss you so much that it hurts." The boy's voice became pitiful, and he let out a thin and weak whimper, "It really hurts, I feel uncomfortable."
"Rabbit, I said no!"
"Didn't you call me Lucifer?"
The fingers that stretched out from an unknown direction gently pinched her chin, gently, but with an indescribable gloom, "They can do it, can't they?"
Tang Rou finally understood.
"Let me go out and let's pretend that nothing happened, otherwise..."
"What if." He smiled, "You said you won't leave me, so you can't break your promise."
What else? Tang Rou was stunned. She didn't know if her threat was of any use.
Otherwise you will be angry?
Or just ignore him?
His softness is so cute.
Like a simple baby bird, its wings are immature, but it wants to fly.
Seeing her struggling desperately, the young man suddenly let go of his hand and looked at her leisurely.
Tang Rou retreated hastily, and he approached.
Always unhurried and unhurried, like an elegant cheetah, silently and dangerously approaching its prey.
He watched helplessly as she retreated step by step to the edge of the bathtub, about to step out of the way, her lips curled up without making a sound.
He even continued to approach her, deliberately making sounds under his feet so that she could hear his footsteps.
Until Tang Rou retreated to the wide and huge pool.
Sure enough, the poor woman stumbled, let out a low cry, turned pale and fell backwards.
His eyebrows widened with a smile, he got what he wanted, and he followed her figure and jumped down together.
The water is very cold.
It is artificially salty.
The sensitive skin was stimulated by the temperature, and Tang Rou huddled up subconsciously. Her legs spasmed uncontrollably, and she choked on water in a panic. The oxygen in her lungs became less and less.
A pair of hands reached over and held her waist.
Pulling her whole body into the cold embrace, holding her chin.
He held his lips.
Tang Rou clenched her teeth tightly, choking and trembling all over.
Lucifer stretched out his long fingers, pinched both sides of her cheeks, and easily opened the closed teeth.
The tip of his tongue slid in like a tiny snake, scraping away all the sweet fluid before stingily passing the air to her.
Tang Rou was suffocating, and her survival instinct made her swallow uncontrollably, greedily seeking the oxygen in his mouth.
It gave him the illusion of responding.
The young man hugged her back harder, his eyes turning a sickly and moist red with excitement, and he pressed her under the water, pressing her back against the tiles, trying to get warmth from his arms with an even colder heart.
The long hair spreads like ink in the water.
He extracts without restraint.
His fingers let go of her cheeks, slid down her shoulders, and slid into her neckline.
She suddenly opened her eyes, became excited at this moment, let go of the oxygen, choked with water, and almost collapsed.
Lucifer was forced to stop his thoughts and floated up by her waist.
There was a splash and the water overflowed the edge of the bathing pool. Tang Rou lay on the ground shaking with her shoulders in her arms, coughing constantly, her thin body like a withered leaf.
The young man finally realized that he had gone too far on impulse, and his eyes turned red with distress.
"Rou." He leaned over and hugged her against her back, touching her cheek from behind and making a regretful and pitiful voice, "I'm sorry, I..."
"Snapped!"
A slap hit him hard on the face, interrupting all his words.
The young man's cheek was tilted and his hair was messy covering his eyebrows. He stayed frozen for a long time without looking back.
how come?
He froze as if unable to recover.
Rou Cong couldn't bear to let him get hurt, and couldn't even bear to speak loudly to him. Why would she hit him?
"leave me alone!"
Tang Rou breathed rapidly, her voice filled with despair, "I never want to see you again."