The next day, when Lin Qian woke up, the sky was already bright. The warm yellow sunlight penetrated the gaps in the curtains and contrasted with the dimly lit room. It was like a gold belt that reached into the room, colorful and quiet.
Li Zhicheng hadn't yet woken up.
Hmm hmm hmm.
After the intimacy of the previous night, it was like a gorgeous and ridiculous dream to think back on it.
After their almost perfect first time, Li Zhicheng had taken a break, holding her. The two talked intimately for a time.
Then he went again ... having thought of that, Lin Qian couldn't help but be shy, because at the end of it, she wasn't like herself anymore.
He was still him. Calm, strong, and of few words, but his countless ways of caresses made her totally gave herself in to him again and again.
Lin Qian looked at the man's sleeping, peaceful face laying close to her.
With the shimmering light in the room, his face looked particularly clean and gentle. The black eyebrows were defined as if they'd been drawn vividly with an inkpen.
However, this lovely and calm face was of course just an illusion.
Lin Qian's heart was filled with sweetness, and at the same time she felt a bit shy.
Hmm, fine. She was a lazy person. For her, in terms of sex, she would not attempt to be dominant, she was willing to follow his lead for the rest of her life.
After wriggling in his arms for a moment, Lin Qian cautiously pulled her legs away and picked up his hand on her waist and moved it aside.
Unexpectedly, just after the thigh had pulled out from between his legs, when her calf was stuck between his legs, he woke up.
His black eyes slowly opened, firmly looking at her.
Lin Qian, "Morning..."
The response was a sudden and tight grab of her waist. He pulled her back into his arms, pushed himself against every inch of her skin, and looked down at her, "Morning."
The sound of the man's low, dull voice, and the thoughtful look, only made Lin Qian slightly flustered, she urgently whispered, "Let go of me! I need to use the bathroom!"
Li Zhicheng took a look at her before releasing her hand.
Without looking back, she could still feel his gaze. Once she had entered the bathroom, Lin Qian deliberately locked the door. She walked into the shower and began to wash slowly.
Truth be told, her entire body was sore, and it was very enjoyable to take a hot shower.
Most women bathe slowly, and today her shower was as slow as a snail, carefully washing every part of her body. Just by looking at the hickies all over her skin, especially her waist and chest, she couldn't help but blush.
His hands and mouth were both pretty rough.
She was still in her own thought when she suddenly heard a noise from behind the shower curtain, at the door.
Then a slender figure was seen through the curtain and slowly entered the bathroom.
Lin Qian felt extremely embarrassed. Of course, it was his house. Absolutely pointless to lock the door, he must have the key.
Lin Qian covered her body with the shower curtain and stuck only her head out, protesting at the sudden invading man, "I'm in the middle of a shower! Hey, why don't you show some respect for my privacy... Get out."
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Our Glamorous Time
RomantizmLin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to "create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn" in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he cou...