Finally, it was An Zhiyuan who drove her and her bicycle back home.
Seeing An Zhiyuan help Bai Xiao lift her bicycle up the stairs and lock it there, Sister Wei, who just came out to take out the garbage, looked at the two with surprised little eyes, as if she wouldn’t be satisfied until she saw the two fight.
An Zhiyuan saw Sister Wei and greeted her, "Sister Wei, taking out the trash?"
"Oh, yes, Colonel An, you’re back?"
The question was particularly ambiguous.
As Bai Xiao opened the door, An Zhiyuan smiled and entered, thinking it would be a shame not to step in when he was already here.
The two shut out Sister Wei’s prying eyes from outside.
Bai Xiao laughed uncontrollably, mainly because Sister Wei’s expression was so amusing, as though she was almost clinging to the door frame, eager to barge in.
But Bai Xiao was caught off guard when someone lightly sucked on her earlobe, and she turned her head.
His eyes, hazy and deep, fixed intently on her, flushed cheeks and weakened body, not wanting to miss any tender expression she showed in her aroused state. Using his scorching tongue, he lingered on her earlobe for a while, one hand resting on her slightly trembling shoulder, the other lightly on her slender waist. Rationality in his brain was easily shattered by the sight of her closing her eyes and gasping softly.
Her eyes closed, she shrank back, "Don’t... Wei..."—no need to think to know that Sister Wei’s gossiping heart would definitely compel her to eavesdrop by the door crack.
An Zhiyuan opened his eyes and lifted her by the waist, "Let’s go to the bed!" He whispered, audible only to her. With her eyes closed, her blushing cheeks gradually became more pronounced, his gaze filled with utmost tenderness, his fingers softly touching her lips, red and inviting.
Her cheeks were rosy like blooming peach blossoms, hot to the touch of his fingers, yet she found a trace of coolness in the burn and became infatuated with the temperature of his touch.
......
Exhausted, the two lay in bed with their eyes closed.
He stretched out a hand to brush her hair, sticking to her lips, and kissed her cheek, "Tired?"
It took a while for Bai Xiao to calm the trembling sensation in her body; not speaking, she turned over, wrapped her arms around his strong, sturdy waist, and rested her cheek against the man’s collarbone, her eyelids growing heavy in his embrace: "Ever since we got married, I’ve been seriously lacking sleep."
Soft and smooth to the touch, he liked holding her in his sleep.
But glancing at his wristwatch, which showed it was already half past midnight, he knew he had to leave.
As a public servant, he had his duties.
"Sleep well, I’ll watch you fall asleep before I go, and stop overthinking. I’ve ’checked our supplies’ just now, and I’m saving it all for you!" Colonel An said naughtily, without a hint of embarrassment.
Bai Xiao, looking into his eyes, poked An Zhiyuan’s pursed lips with her finger.
Without a word, she turned over and closed her eyes, snuggling into the blankets.
She wouldn’t sleep, and he couldn’t bear to leave.
An Zhiyuan watched her enchanting back, involuntarily pursed his lips and swallowed, a smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with unprecedented tenderness.
She slept soundly.
She didn’t even notice when he left; in her dreams, she always felt a pair of passionate eyes watching over her, An Zhiyuan her most intimate, most cherished lover.
An Zhiyuan drove back to the dormitory, and by then it was already late. He closed the door and went to sleep.
Only when Wu Yalan saw the light disappear under the room’s door did she sink into a deep sleep, her dreams filled with An Zhiyuan entwined with a woman, making for an uneasy rest.