Jiang Chuning's eyes widened slightly, and after quickly reacting, he gently stuck out the tip of his tongue and tasted the faint peach blossom flavor on his thin lips, which was sweet but not greasy.
After the kiss ended, Jiang Shanghan stroked the back of her neck with his palm and asked her in a low voice: "Is it delicious?"
Jiang Chuning walked around the table and climbed onto him, blinking: "The time was too short, I didn't taste it."
The corner of Jiang Shanghan's mouth curled up, and he took her lips again, and attacked the city step by step, his movements full of force.
After a while, Jiang Chuning couldn't breathe. She instinctively wanted to retreat and pressed her waist against the dining table.
Jiang Shanghan easily pulled her back, and Jiang Chuning pushed his chest in protest.
He took her hand and pulled it down, supporting her in his palm, and placed it directly on the dining table.
Before Jiang Chuning could take a breath, he kissed her again, clasping the back of her head with his palm.
The light above the head glowed warm white, and the semicircular lampshade cast a shadow on the wall, which swayed a little with the occasional evening breeze outside the window.
The rain is still falling, and the sound is clear and distinct.
Just when Jiang Chuning felt like he was suffocating, Jiang Shanghan finally moved away from her lips, kissed behind her ear, moved his palm down, covered the back of her neck, and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"
Jiang Chuning couldn't help the doctor, panting slightly, and his brain could hardly keep up with his thoughts: "A little bit."
Jiang Shanghan rubbed her gently and said, "Spray some more medicine."
Just as he was about to turn around to get the medicine, Jiang Chuning tugged on his shirt, staring at him with moist and bright eyes: "That's not important."
Hearing this, Jiang Shanghan's brows moved without trace.
Jiang Chuning was about to say something, but the next second, he picked her up and walked towards the room.
There were no lights on inside, so the light was dim.
Jiang Chuning was lying on the bed, breathing hot.
Even if it is raining outside, there is still a faint smell of heat in the air.
Jiang Chuning heard the sound of the metal buckle being untied, and heard him put the watch on the bedside table, and then opened the drawer...
She was breathing heavily, trembling a little, and grabbed the shirt around his waist.
Although it’s not like I’ve never done it before…
But the pain is still fresh in my memory.
Jiang Shanghan leaned over, kissed her forehead, and talked to her: "Has the matter here been resolved?"
Jiang Chuning hummed in a nasal tone, put her hands around his neck, hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "But I..."
Halfway through her words, she lost her voice again.
Jiang Shanghan knew what she was worried about and said slowly: "Jiangzhou has already solved the problem. You can go back at any time. No one can do anything to you."
Jiang Chuning shook his head and his voice became even lower: "I just miss my dad."
Jiang Shanghan stopped, combed her hair and put it behind her ears: "I will take you to see him after returning to Jiangzhou."
Jiang Chuning nodded and said, "Where is he buried? Is he next to great-grandfather and grandpa?"
Jiang Shanghan: "..."
He was silent for a few seconds and didn't speak.
Jiang Chuning regretted her words as soon as she said them. In this case, she shouldn't have mentioned these things.
Jiang Shanghan said: "Ning Ning..."
Jiang Chuning refused to continue and pulled his shirt out of his suit pants: "Let's get started."
Jiang Shanghan held her hand: "Ning Ning, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Chuning couldn't understand: "Why do you have to choose this time to talk about it?"
Then, she asked: "If you tell me this tomorrow, will it affect my entire life?"
"……Won't."
"Then why are you saying it now?"
A few seconds later, Jiang Shanghan suddenly laughed.
Jiang Chuning was wondering when he was laughing, when his hot thin lips landed on her collarbone.
A little itchy and numb.
Continue down.
Jiang Chuning couldn't help but said: "Actually, I think..."
Jiang Shanghan grabbed her hand and said, "We'll talk tomorrow."
Jiang Chuning blocked his own road this time.
She couldn't help but squeeze his fingers tightly.
Jiang Chuning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she managed to squeeze out a voice: "It hurts a little..."
Jiang Shanghan paused and saw that the sweat on her forehead was thick and it didn't look fake. He asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt more than last time?"
Jiang Chuning realized something was wrong and tried to argue: "I'm talking about age, please don't think wrong every time, okay?"
"What does this have to do with age?"
"It doesn't matter. Physical fitness is directly related to age, okay? You..."
Jiang Shanghan closed his eyes and took a breath: "Jiang Chuning, be quiet."
Jiang Chuning said "Oh" but didn't say anything.
The rain was pouring outside the window, but the warmth in the room remained unabated.
Jiang Chuning clasped his shoulders tightly with her fingers, feeling a little pain, but not that painful. It just seemed that if she moved, the sweat would flow from her upper body to her lower body.
It was blurry, as if I had spent several springs, summers, autumns and winters.
Now she could finally truly feel that he was always there.