In those days, Yu Zexiao truly kept his promise. Not only did he approach acting seriously and stop causing her worry, but he also avoided conflicts with anyone.
If there was a single drawback, it was this......
He seemed to be aware of her determination and didn’t force any sexual relations on her. Of course, the tension during filming was one reason. However, he always found various opportunities to pin her against a wall, the bed, or in the bathroom and kiss her wantonly.
In the beginning, she resisted a bit. But the more fiercely she resisted, the more out of control the situations became. Once, due to her vigorous resistance, Yu Zexiao forcefully pressed her against the makeup room’s vanity table and entangled her in a kiss for a long time, ignoring staff outside calling at the door. It wasn’t until Jian Anning employed the Foshan Shadowless Kick, driving her knee into his sore spot, that he finally let go.
Because of this incident, Jian Anning was angry with him for a few days. From then on, Yu Zexiao changed his tactics. In public places like the film set and the studio, he no longer pressured her too much. But once back at home, with the bedroom door closed, he naturally did what he wanted.
Time and time again, no matter how much Jian Anning refused, he stuck to her like glue, impossible to shake off. So much so that later on, although she still didn’t have deep feelings for him like one would for a boyfriend, she gradually grew accustomed to his hugs and kisses. Even though she still rejected this relationship in her heart, Yu Zexiao was like an ocean, ruthlessly pulling her under, and then slowly drowning her.
Moreover, she found, somewhat embarrassingly, that Yu Zexiao’s kissing technique had improved by leaps and bounds.
In truth, this was hard to compare, since she had never been intimate with any other man besides Yu Zexiao. But compared to his initial bulldozing, ruthless, tactless sweep, and sometimes his teeth would even pierce her lips — his skill had definitely improved several notches.
He pinned her down, first touching her lips gently with his long, piano-playing fingers, tracing her mouth’s contour finely, then with a press, he caressed her pearly white teeth. As she began to relax, he ruthlessly inserted his long fingertips into her mouth, letting the warm softness of her lips envelop his finger. It was as if he was simulating possessing her, slowly penetrating, then gradually retreating. Only when his dark eyes started to gleam with a haze of bewilderment did he withdraw his fingers, replacing them with his agile tongue to dance intertwined with her tender lips until exhaustion.
After a prolonged deep kiss, he slowly lifted his head. Beneath him, Jian Anning’s lips were like a blooming rose, slightly swollen, vivid as if about to drip. Her cheeks were also tinged with a faint blush, and the pair of eyes, usually too serene, now shimmered with misty desire. Innocence and sensuality, propriety, and seductiveness, these two disparate qualities blended perfectly in her. Her innate beauty surged from fair to stunning!
After waking, men are naturally more impulsive. Especially now in a hotel room, with the air conditioning gently blowing, the quiet comfort of the surrounding environment...