Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Song Qingchun was kissed until her legs quivered. Before they got up the stairs, her legs had become as weak as a puddle of water. She leaned into Su Zhinian’s shoulder because her body started to fall.
Su Zhinian held her waist to allow her to lean her whole body against his. As her soft body collapsed on top of Su Zhinian, it caused the man’s eyes to turn red with passion. With a deep intake of breath, he pressed her against the wall of the staircase as his mouth wandered all over her face, her chin, and later down her neck. Song Qingchun’s body quivered following his every kiss.
With the sound of fabric tearing, Song Qingchun felt the air fall on her bare chest before the man’s bare lips covered it completely. She unconsciously leaned her body deeper into his embrace. Her waist brushed up against something hard, and after a shiver, she slid back in a hurry from him.
Her coquettish movement caused the man to groan with pent-up passion. He bit playfully on her skin before he pulled her up by her legs and moved up the stairs as his kisses continued to land on her chest.
…Su Zhinian… Lighter, not so hard…
The man’s force was alternating between hard and soft, causing the girl to yelp. It sounded particularly ambiguous in the quiet house.
Su Zhinian’s eyes burned redder. He kicked the bedroom door open, and after taking two forward steps, he suddenly released his hands that were holding her back. The girl, who lost all points of support, fell onto the bed with a scream. The man then jumped on her like a beast, pinning her to the bed, and continued to ravage the spots that he had already kissed earlier.
Her breaths became more intense, and the sound fell continuously on his ears like rain. It caused his brain to become overloaded. Their clothes were the innocent victims as they got torn up by the man’s powerful arms before they fluttered to the floor.
He pressed down hard on her body, and she curled her arms around his strong waist. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. As their breathing overlapped, it created the most provocative of noises.
He didn’t hurry to make the ultimate move. He teased her endlessly until the girl became a puddle of clay in his arms. The occasional arm that rose to stop him felt more like a seduction than a rejection.
The reserved groan that came from her lips was soft and alluring; it was like an aphrodisiac, super-charging his senses. His chest rose and fell. Eventually, he tried to nudge her legs open. The girl resisted him. He lowered his head to kiss her between her brows to soften her resistance. It was then that he spotted a book in bed out of the corner of his eyes.
Mummy Dearest.
The two words were like lightning striking him right beside his ears.
Su Zhinian’s hands gripped the mattress tightly until it balled in his hands before he forced himself off her and retreated. Then, he fell heavily on her like he was greatly exhausted from having fought a great battle.
The sudden halt in her movement caused the girl to frown. Eventually, she opened her eyes to look at him.
Su Zhinian could read Song Qingchun’s thoughts easily due to the physical contact.
The man who was ravaged by the fire coursing through his veins didn’t explain himself. He glanced at the ‘Mummy Dearest’ that was in the bed.
Song Qingchun didn’t understand his hint; her eyes that looked at him were watery and innocent. Her small face was flushed, and her lips were red and plump. His saliva on her lips caused the skin to glow seductively.
This image caused the blood to surge towards a certain part of the man’s body. He groaned heavily as if physically assaulted, and he reached out to grab the magazine and placed it over her face.
Song Qingchun pulled ‘Mummy Dearest’ off her face and glared angrily at him before turning to read the cover of the book. Mummy… Dearest… This was the magazine I bought several days ago for… Little Sesame!
Song Qingchun froze, and her heart tightened with anxiety. She pulled her sense around her stomach, and when she didn’t feel any discomfort, she sighed in relief. That was so close… Almost committed a horrible mistake… Thankfully, nothing happened…
What does she mean by a horrible mistake? Without that horrible mistake, would there be a Little Sesame? And nothing happened? Does this mean nothing is going to happen‽
Su Zhinian sighed heavily with regret.
Song Qingchun, who felt his displeasure, was shocked for a moment before realizing he had read her thoughts. Song Qingchun immediately leaned into his ear to whisper softly and understandingly,
You also know, you’re not in a good condition to visit Little Sesame at the moment…
You’re not in a good condition to visit Little Sesame at the moment…
This tactful sentence by Song Qingchun fell into Su Zhinian’s ears, and somehow, it got turned into an image of his little Su Zhinian entering her body…
What if, in your carelessness, you poke Little Sesame’s head?
Poke Little Sesame’s head…
The urge that he had a hard time suppressing raged once more within Su Zhinian. He groaned twice as the still image in his mind turned into an action flick. Is she sure she’s trying to console me and not seduce me?
…So, please be patient, when the time is right, we…
Song Qingchun didn’t finish her sentence and she turned to look out the window with a blushing face. Su Zhinian, who was lying on top of her, read the remainder of the sentence in her mind.
…can do it as much as you want.
As many times as I want‽
Now the action flick had become HD.
Su Zhinian could feel the pressure gathering in his lower body. He jumped off of her with gritted teeth, rolled off the bed, and rushed into the bathroom without turning back once.
…
The sound of rushing water continued for half an hour before it stopped.
Su Zhinian pulled open the bathroom door to see the unmade bed, the clothes that littered the floor, and Song Qingchun, who had the cover up to her chest. The area between her neck and her chest that was exposed showed signs of kisses and bite marks.
With just one glance, Su Zhinian felt a part of himself getting incredibly spirited. Before he lost control of himself, he slammed the bathroom door shut. The sound of rushing water began anew.
…
When Su Zhinian came out again, he only managed to stay in bed, hugging Song Qingchun, for a while before he needed to use the bathroom again.
