Shi Mei spoke, already tiptoeing to gently press her lips against his, her fingers working his shirt buttons open.
Her hands were small, soft, and cool.
As her delicate palms touched his fiery chest, Shi Lingyan’s body stiffened slightly.
Shi Mei distinctly felt his momentary tensing and intensified her originally gentle movements, her palm sliding down from his collar, tilting her face up to offer her own lips, pressing her body tightly against him, intimately close.
But soon, Shi Lingyan grabbed her hand, pushed her head away, his dark, deep-set eyes becoming even more inscrutable.
His voice was a bit hoarse, "Did you come looking for me just for this?"
Hearing this, Shi Mei’s eyes slightly cleared, and she smiled lightly, "Aren’t you here for this too?"
Her slippery palm moved lower, feeling through his trousers the male symbol that had awakened at some unknown time.
Shi Lingyan couldn’t help but inhale sharply, batting her hand away and saying, "Don’t do this."
"What are you pretending for," Shi Mei hooked his neck, her breath fragrant, "It hurts me so much when you press against me."
Pleading with him, that’s why he came.
He had nurtured his first love for three years, looked but couldn’t touch, couldn’t bear to deal with the fool at home; these 1,300 or more days must have been terribly hard.
Shi Lingyan breathed sharply, his arms locking around her waist, pulling her even closer, bending his head for a more fierce and passionate kiss.
Shi Mei, passive, tilted her head to endure his passion, passively led back to the living room and finally fell heavily onto the sofa.
The leather sofa sank slightly under their weight, a small square box pressing against Shi Mei’s back.
Reaching back with difficulty, she pulled out the little box she had brought, looked up gasping, instinctively responding to his kiss.
Shi Lingyan’s nose was jabbed by the hard mask, slightly annoyed, he raised his hand to stroke her mask.
Startled, Shi Mei shivered, immediately blocking his hand and snapping, "Don’t touch!"
Shi Lingyan’s passion subsided a bit, his gaze intensifying as he watched her.
Shi Mei realized her reaction might have been too intense, her voice softening a bit, "I was afraid it would turn you off."
But Shi Lingyan drew even closer, whispering, "No matter what you turn into, you can’t scare me."
Shi Mei giggled lightly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, "Men always say..."
Shi Lingyan softly kissed the corner of her lips, then pulled away her hand that was unbuckling his belt.
Shi Mei thought he was still teasing, about to speak, but the next moment, she was pulled to a sitting position.
Looking up, Shi Lingyan had already tightened his loose belt.
Seeing this, Shi Mei felt somewhat scornful, her voice rising slightly, "Oh, can’t you do it anymore? You’re rejecting what’s offered right at your doorstep?"
Back then, he used to want her under him on the bed every day, whenever the military was on leave, she couldn’t even think about getting out of bed.
Was it really because his body was different now?
Tang Gu’s words echoed again in her head: "Do you really think he loves Tang Wu that much? It was just a sexual relationship with Tang Wu! Tang Wu has such a great figure..."
Shi Mei subconsciously looked at herself.
Indeed, she was not the same as before.
Seeing Shi Mei’s slight movement, Shi Lingyan’s gaze deepened, pulling her to sit on his lap,
"I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it."
Suddenly, her face felt a bit hot.
It had been a long time... since she had felt this way...