The slightly cool fingers gently stroked the hair, touched the waist, slowly rose, passed by the ears, and lightly touched Junxu’s red lips. Each lingering touch seemed to gently drip and penetrate the unspeakable deep emotions in her heart.
Everywhere the penetration spread out on Junxu’s body, slowly engulfing her clarity, dissolving her coldness, gently picking out the deeply buried tenderness, winding around Feng Qin’s fingers, strand by strand.
The morning sun shone through the window above and fell obliquely on Junxu. Countless tiny particles of dust danced in the rays of light, which were gradually beginning to become viscous. Feng Qin concentrated on tracing Junxu’s red lips. At this moment, she was peacefully sleeping in his line of sight, without suspicion, without coldness, without separation.
She is defenceless under his hands, her full lips moist and bright, her long eyelashes slightly tinged with a pale golden brown, trembling gently, her soft eyeliner blending into her silver mask.
If only… If only she were mine. Feng Qin’s lips twitched slightly, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, slowly lowered his body, and bit by bit, stuck his lips to Junxu’s.
Her arms followed her will, gently embracing the warm, supple body.
Her heart, which had been suspended in midair, slowly settled to the ground. Her young body instinctively sought pleasure, and Feng Qin attempted to deepen the kiss, but to no avail, as she could not pry open Junxu’s teeth.
She opened her eyes with some dissatisfaction, and her pair of long eyes, like those of a dragon in a cold pool, met Junxu’s gaze. All of Feng Qin’s enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant, and she gently released her hand, but she did not want to take her eyes off Junxu, staring at her fiercely.
If, one day, someone took advantage of you while you were asleep and stole a kiss and a hug, what would you do? If it were Junxu, she would slap the person to the ground. If it were someone she didn’t like, then…it would be normal to give up your life.
But she just looked at Feng Qin like this, and there wasn’t even a trace of anger in her heart. Looking into those slender eyes that were as calm as if facing death, she actually felt a sense of helplessness that was similar to being spoiled, and it was even a little funny.