Even her toes curled up unconsciously!
The sensation was so strange; even in the past, when they were together, she had never been this excited! But after the excitement, a hint of worry began to emerge. Especially when she felt him suddenly part the collar of her contemplative dress, that gentle kiss moved from her neck, gliding down to.........the sensation grew even more intense!
"Zexiao......No, we can’t!" She struggled to push his head away, using her last bit of rationality, her voice trembling and wavering like a fallen leaf in the wind and rain.
Yu Zexiao was suddenly pushed away, glaring with dissatisfaction: "What are you doing!"
"You, you have to shoot this afternoon......" she murmured.
Yu Zexiao slightly lifted his arm, glanced at his watch on his wrist, "It’s one thirty now, my scene is scheduled to shoot around three o’clock, which means we have an hour and a half."
Jian Anning was stunned, and in that moment, Yu Zexiao suddenly bent his arm and swept her off her feet into a horizontal carry.
This storage room was quite spacious; the front was filled with various kinds of clutter, strewn with tables, chairs, and benches. Inside, he remembered, there were many cushy mats piled up, often used for jumping down during shooting, so the mats were an essential item.
However, these mats, usually stepped on and lay on by people, would have been considered too filthy by Yu Zexiao on any normal day, and he would never place with its dust-laden air and accumulated grime floating around the storage room.
But at this moment——perhaps because his emotions were so intense, with excitement and agitation fully occupying his heart, the things he would normally disdain now seemed invisible to him, and all he wanted was to merge with her, amidst this all-encompassing dust.
Her eyes were filled with panic. Looking up at him, she found his lips tightly pursed, his dark pupils as deep as the midnight sky, harboring overwhelming emotions ready to consume her entirely.
At that moment, it was she who murmured softly, "Dirty~~"
Yu Zexiao set her down on the ground, scanned the area, and caught sight of a red cloth used as a curtain during regular shoots. Without a second word, he pulled it down, laying it over the thick layers of soft mats.
Then, he gently pinned her down. The two of them collapsed onto the red cloth.
The soft mats, like a memory foam mattress, gave them an instantaneous sensation of falling into a cloud sea, dizzy and unsteady. The dim yellow light flickered, and his kisses moved from her lips to her white neck and then to her shirt above, the rounded curve of her shoulder.
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With a light tug, the shirt parted to both sides, a faint fragrance wafted to his nose. He bowed his head and swiftly undid her blouse. The only thing left on top was a simple, plain-colored, cotton BRA. Such unblemished purity, free from even the slightest speck of dirt, deeply stirred him!