"Besides, you have a childhood sweetheart and I didn’t get mad at you, so you’re allowed to have one, but I’m not allowed to have a childhood friend?" Qiao Yuxian said fiercely as she looked at him.
Gu Yanjing frowned and turned to look at her.
Qiao Yuxian put her hands on her hips, pouting as she looked at him: "Why are you being so fierce, I’m not afraid of you."
Gu Yanjing’s jawline was tense with anger.
And Qiao Yuxian completely didn’t understand what there was to be angry about.
She had nothing with Shen Wenyan; she married him, not Shen Wenyan. What was there to be angry about?
"Shen Wenyan and I are just like you and Lu Mengyi..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Gu Yanjing interrupted her, those three words squeezed out like through gritted teeth: "Not the same."
"How is it not the same? It’s exactly the same," Qiao Yuxian retorted. "You’re just a petty person and a big sourpuss."
Seeing him not speaking, Qiao Yuxian continued pouting, "Petty person, big sourpuss, petty person, big sourpuss, petty person, big sau..."
Gu Yanjing, seeing her getting more and more worked up, suddenly reached out to grasp her nape, pulling her in front of him, and leaned down to kiss her.
The softness on her lips swallowed all her words.
Qiao Yuxian’s eyes widened suddenly, her pupils enlarged, her mind blanking out for a moment.
It wasn’t until Gu Yanjing’s lips moved that she snapped out of it, flusteredly giving him a shove.
But Gu Yanjing was too strong, and she couldn’t push him away.
Their lips parted, but she was still in his arms.
Gu Yanjing’s left hand supported her nape while the thumb of his right hand rubbed her cheek.
Bodies pressed together, Qiao Yuxian was forced to look up at him.
In Gu Yanjing’s eyes, there seemed to be a layer of flames, his breath ragged and unsteady. He looked deeply at Qiao Yuxian’s brows and eyes, hoarsely saying, "Not allowed to kiss?"
The voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of panting.
Qiao Yuxian’s eyelashes trembled erratically, looking flustered at Gu Yanjing.
Like a frightened little rabbit, her face to her neck turning pink.
Completely lost the previous bravado.
Gu Yanjing’s hand gently caressed her face: "We’re married."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him, flustered and in a daze.
"You said it, legally." Gu Yanjing swallowed slightly, frowned a bit, his powerful aura enveloping her, and asked again, "Can’t kiss?"
The previously chatty Qiao Yuxian couldn’t say a word now.
"Hmm?" Gu Yanjing asked again.
Qiao Yuxian’s hand clutched the fabric on his shoulder, looking into his eyes, and seeing herself in them, she responded instinctively: "Yes, you can kiss."
The voice soft and light.
It seemed like Gu Yanjing was just waiting for these words. He said, "Close your eyes."
Qiao Yuxian obediently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling nervously.
Gu Yanjing gently kissed her eyes, then reached with his right hand, which had been caressing her face, to support her chin, pinching her cheeks. With a little force, he parted her lips and kissed her again.
Some things seem like instincts.
Never having touched before, yet in that moment, learning without a teacher.
Deeper, softer touches, like a soul’s embrace, made Qiao Yuxian tremble slightly, and Gu Yanjing’s breath also became more unsteady in that instance.
The first-floor bathroom wasn’t big, and the ambiance was intimate, filled with sweet and sticky overtones gradually dominating the space.
It was very quiet, apart from the ticking of the slightly open faucet.
Only the faint sounds of their kissing were heard.
Gu Yanjing’s hand wrapped around her waist, gradually tightening, as if wanting to fuse her into his very being.
Until Qiao Yuxian suddenly whimpered, he finally eased his movements, loosening his hold a little.
Then he heard her shy, soft voice say, "Gu Yanjing, my legs are weak, I can’t stand."
Gu Yanjing kissed twice at the corner of her lips, picked up a new towel nearby and placed it on the sink, then lifted Qiao Yuxian, letting her sit on the towel.
He squeezed between her legs, not giving her time to react as he kissed her again.
A sudden intensity, making Qiao Yuxian let out a small sound, and Gu Yanjing found it hard to control himself even more.
The kiss deepened, filled with desire, longing, possession, and a longing for more.
His hand slipped under her clothes, resting on her slender, smooth waist.
Qiao Yuxian trembled uncontrollably, yet she didn’t resist, only gripping his clothes tighter.
Gu Yanjing seemed crazed; the more she reacted , the more he wanted to tease her.
His warm hand moved up her spine, inch by inch. It felt like an electric current.
Finally reaching the garment underneath.
Qiao Yuxian shuddered, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer.
As if fearing the unknown, seeking comfort from him.
Gu Yanjing mischievously set his hand on the clasp, causing Qiao Yuxian to lean closer.
Usually, a slight touch would make her bristle, but at this moment, when he truly acted, she was exceptionally obedient, without a hint of resistance, as if surrendering completely.
Made Gu Yanjing reluctant to bully her.
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Qiao Yuxian’s hand slipped down, grabbing the fabric at his waist again. She lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering, her small shoulders lightly twitching with her breaths.
Watching her swallow softly, a hint of laughter filled Gu Yanjing’s eyes. He pinched her chin gently, making her look at him.
Qiao Yuxian glanced at him, turned her head away, and broke free from his hand, lowering her head.
Her eyes were completely red, a layer of moisture in them, her beautiful eyes like they’d been washed by water, even the lashes glistened with tears.
Her naturally rosy lips now even redder, moist and slightly swollen.
Adorably pitiful, yet heart-meltingly attractive.
"Mad?" Gu Yanjing’s voice was slightly hoarser, his thumb slowly stroking her lips.
"No," Qiao Yuxian replied softly, lowering her head.
Gu Yanjing watched her try to hide, gently touching her head, letting her lean against his shoulder, saying softly, "I’m sorry, couldn’t hold back."
"Don’t say anything," Qiao Yuxian said.
Gu Yanjing kissed her burning little ear briefly and said nothing more.
Qiao Yuxian buried herself in his shoulder, after a while, covering her ears with her hands.
Gu Yanjing chuckled lightly.
The two of them embraced in the bathroom, not speaking for a while.
Gu Yanjing stroked her head, giving her ample time to gather her thoughts.
After a long while, Qiao Yuxian spoke up, "Why aren’t you talking?"
"Can I talk now?" Gu Yanjing asked.
"Yes, you can," Qiao Yuxian whispered.
Gu Yanjing caressed her head, paused, then asked, "Why didn’t you come back?"
Qiao Yuxian didn’t reply.
Gu Yanjing waited for her answer.
Qiao Yuxian said, "Can we change the topic?"
"The problem between us needs to be resolved first," Gu Yanjing said.
"Then why didn’t you solve the problem earlier instead of kissing me," Qiao Yuxian said.
"Yes, my mistake," Gu Yanjing readily admitted his mistake.
Qiao Yuxian: "......"
She didn’t speak, so Gu Yanjing asked, "Afraid I won’t side with you? Afraid of causing trouble here and making it difficult for me? Afraid of us being on opposite sides and not knowing how to continue?"