The light of dawn broke through the dark sky, illuminating the huge European-style room. As the gauze curtain danced lightly, the young man turned over and covered Yu Chu, saying softly:
"Ryan, let's do something fun."
Yu Chu's eyes widened in an instant.
She stared blankly at the icy blue eyes above her, and the other person curved his lips at her, looking very cute.
Is there...something interesting?
She swallowed unconsciously, somewhat afraid to look into those beautiful eyes, so she turned her head away, keeping a calm expression, and asked, "What's the matter?"
...She must have thought wrongly.
An Moer curled up his petal-like red lips and gently touched the girl's cheek with his fingers. His soft and affectionate voice was filled with obvious pleasure:
"Hmm...what do you think?"
He leaned over, gently lifted her chin, and covered her with his thin and beautiful lips. He bit her lips with his snow-white teeth, then closed his eyes happily, his eyelashes moving slightly, and kissed her deeply.
His fingers moved up along the waist, and the girl's eyes suddenly showed a gleam of tears. In the intervals between kisses that made her breathless, she struggled helplessly.
The young man's slender body was pressed against hers with almost no gap. The touch of their bodies, along with the faint fragrance of his breath from his lips, made her feel confused and excited.
Yu Chu pushed him subconsciously: "An..."
"...Don't move." The boy suddenly said.
His voice was slightly hoarse, but still contained a hint of calm and nobleness.
Yu Chu's eyes widened in an instant.
This tone...really sounds like that person.
The tone was that person's usual indifference, and the tone was calm. However, the content was...
The girl blushed silently.
She had never heard him speak in such a forbearing tone.
She suddenly quieted down obediently. The man paused for a moment, then lowered his head and placed a soothing kiss on her forehead. The boy's voice was soft and hoarse:
"Don't be afraid."
Yu Chu bit her lip and stared at the sexy Adam's apple on the other person's slender neck, still struggling:
"But I have to get up soon..."
"There are still two hours until morning, and four hours before the maid calls you to get up." An Mor bit her earlobe and said slowly in a casual tone.
He curled his thin lips and smiled, like a gorgeous rose in full bloom, beautiful and dangerous. In his ice-blue eyes, the light was as shimmering as a pool of lake water, and his voice was soft and tender, with a deliberate coquettishness:
"Lian... Anmor likes you so much."
He leaned in and kissed her neck, and the girl couldn't help but curl her toes and clutch at his clothes.
The last blur of memory.
I could only vaguely see the person's sparkling eyes, the shimmering azure blue light, and his bright red lips slightly parted, letting out a low, fragrant breath.
My eyes met his delicately shaped collarbone, and my fair skin seemed to turn slightly red. Crystal clear beads of sweat slowly slid down along his beautifully contoured abdominal muscles.
The boy's thin lips drew a satisfied arc, and his white fingertips gently touched the girl's sweaty face. His voice was hoarse and soft: "...You are mine."
…
The field was full of unknown small flowers, and the tip of the nose was filled with a faint fragrance. The girl raised the brim of her hat, revealing a beautiful face.
She asked politely to the peasant woman in the field.
The other party showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then enthusiastically pointed her in the direction: "Just go straight. The young couple over there are really good-looking."