Her lips were very soft, carrying the warmth after crying, tracing his lip line one stroke at a time, then gently slipping in to entwine with his.
A scorching breath lingered between their lips and teeth.
Wu Li’s Adam’s apple rolled, letting out a muffled groan of unbearable sensation.
Chai Xiaomi thought he was in pain again: “Is the mother worm biting you again?”
He didn’t speak, only breathed a little heavily, his eyes dark and deep as if hiding something.
Chai Xiaomi misunderstood even more. Flustered, she pushed him down onto the pillow, leaned over, and pressed a soothing, gentle kiss on his left chest.
Right there, where the mother worm had gnawed.
Wu Li completely froze.
All he felt were soft lips, warm and moist, resting over his chest.
Like raindrops.
Spring rain, fine and dense, falling on the window lattice—quiet and soundless, yet able to soak the whole night through.
Like flower petals.
Petals blown off by the wind, twirling down, lightly brushing against the lapel of a coat before the next flake falls before the last could be brushed away.
Like what? He couldn’t think of anything else. His mind was a total blank.
All his thoughts had been drained away, leaving only that one sensation, unbearably clear. Wherever her lips landed, a small spark seemed to ignite, racing through his veins, burning him until his whole body felt hot.
He even forgot to breathe.
Before, she had only kissed his face, every part of it, and going further down, the most she’d done was his Adam’s apple and collarbone—and that was only after he coaxed and begged for it.
But now, she was kissing his body.
Things he had thought only he would take the initiative to do.
“Mimi...” he said hoarsely, dragging the words out with difficulty, as if squeezed from his throat.
Chai Xiaomi paused and lifted her head to look at him.
Her eyes were still moist, and her lips were slightly red from the kisses just now. Her whole demeanor was sweet and soft, and just sitting on top of him already felt overwhelming to him.
“What is it?” She tilted her head and asked earnestly, “Is the cotton ball working? Does it still hurt?”
Her long hair spread across his chest, the tips grazing his skin, stirring a faint, almost imperceptible tickle.
His long eyelashes suddenly fluttered.
His eyelids lifted slightly, his breathing was a bit labored, and his Adam’s apple gently moved as he asked, his tone carrying a hint of pitifulness: “Do I have to sleep on the floor again tonight?”
“Of course not,” Chai Xiaomi said, leaning down. “You’ve confessed willingly. Do you think I’m some kind of venomous shrew who bullies her husband every day?”
“Since I don’t have to sleep on the floor,” he said, his voice lowering, “could we do something more effective than a cotton ball?”
Chai Xiaomi: “What?”
He reached out, gently holding her hand that was resting on his chest, his thumb rubbing her knuckles: “Being a nasty shrew once in a while might not be so bad.”
In the candlelight, the young man’s eyes had a faint red at the corners. His pupils slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on her face, as if holding something that wouldn’t dissolve.
There was even a subtle note of seduction in his voice: “Mimi... you can bully me too...”
Chai Xiaomi’s ears instantly burned hot.
What, what did he mean by bullying him!
This person, how could he...
She opened her mouth to say something, but found her tongue tied as if in a knot.
And the instigator lay there, the corners of his eyes red, his eyes filled with light, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He looked every bit like someone at her mercy.
But she felt like she was the one being bullied.
“Sister...”
Here it comes again.
He brought out his big move.
Chai Xiaomi’s scalp went numb. Considering he really wasn’t feeling well and remembering how much their intimacy had decreased lately,
She took a deep breath and steeled herself to take the dominant position.
In reality,
she seemed to be the one holding the steering wheel, but from start to finish, it wasn’t her flooring the accelerator.
In the end, she collapsed exhaustedly into the bedding, every bone in her body feeling drained, so soft she melted into a puddle.
The blanket gently settled over her, covering her bare back.
After bathing, the young man approached with a cool aura. First, he tidied the slightly damp strands of hair at her temple, then carefully gathered her into his arms.
Chai Xiaomi shivered at the coolness and stirred her heavily closed eyelids.
“Sorry,” the young man apologized softly, hurriedly pulling back a little. “Let me warm myself up first before I hold you.”
The blanket didn’t move at all; it was all still covering her. As he retreated, his whole body ended up outside the blanket. Where was he supposed to warm himself?
Chai Xiaomi groggily turned over, wriggled into his embrace, and muttered lazily, “Big block of ice. I warm you up more like it.”
If she hadn’t turned over, it might have been fine. But as she moved, she felt sore everywhere—her waist, her legs, even her fingers, she didn’t want to move.
Sleepily, she nuzzled against the side of his neck, her voice sticky and drowsy: “Good thing you’re not feeling well. Otherwise, I’d really be done for at your hands.”
“Not feeling well?”
Wu Li placed his arm under her head, adjusting her to a comfortable sleeping position. He paused at her words, momentarily confused.
The mother worm’s gnawing was indeed painful, but once the heart was entirely destroyed and the regrowth process began, the pain lessened considerably. That little injury tonight hadn’t affected his performance at all.
Why did her words sound a bit offensive?
The young man’s competitive streak suddenly flared up, and he refused to back down.
“Clarify yourself,” he said, lowering his head to stare at her drowsy, almost-asleep face, his tone carrying twelve hundred percent seriousness. “What do you mean, ‘good thing I’m not feeling well’? Where exactly did you feel like I wasn’t feeling well tonight?”
Chai Xiaomi was truly too tired. It was almost dawn, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Half-asleep, she responded with a soft, lazy question: “Then tell me, why did the number of times we’ve been close drop recently? What’s the reason?”
“I...”
Wu Li’s gaze grew complicated. The girl in his arms had her eyes tightly shut; her curling eyelashes lay like two little fans, resting peacefully against her lower eyelids.
Her cheeks were flushed pink from exhaustion, like the tips of just-ripened peaches on spring branches, and even the tip of her nose was dusted with a light flush.
In this drowsy, half-dream state, she probably wouldn’t be listening seriously.
He hesitated, then spoke in a low, raspy voice: “I was just afraid that you might get tired of me.”
“...Huh?”
“Song Yueyao said that even sweetness gets tiresome with too much closeness.” He paused. “That’s how women think, isn’t it?”
Though sleepy, Chai Xiaomi struggled to stay awake enough to follow what he said.
After hearing him, she could only wordlessly twitch the corner of her mouth.
“So this is what it’s been about...”
She burrowed deeper into his arms, finding a cozier spot, her voice sticky and mumbling: “Who told you every woman thinks the same way? Why do you always jump to so many conclusions? What’s boring or cloying for a distance to some people is sticky sweetness for me.
I just want to be stuck to my Lili all the time.”
By the end, she was already exhausted beyond belief, her voice tapering off like a half-asleep cat purring.
Wu Li’s eyes suddenly brightened.
Then, silently, he pulled the blanket up over both their heads.
In the darkness, his voice came close to her ear: "How about we try that once more?"
......
After what seemed like a long time.
The soft, muffled sobs of a girl drifted out from under the covers.
"You... stinky Lili... you jerk..."
His answer was a low chuckle, followed by breathless, quicker gasps.
The blanket rose and fell gently, with occasional faint, jingling sounds escaping through the thick quilt. They seemed stuffy and heavy, yet inexplicably, the noises carried a hint of laughter.
