Ever since confirming the relationship, after Chen Kuang brought her—either personally going into battle or using toys—to drag her into the adult’s physiological pleasure world, a certain switch in Qiao Ling’s body not only was turned on, it seemed it was even broken by him in one move, couldn’t be turned off anymore.
The ignorant-for-so-many-years desire and thirst found the correct venting channel, and then it became out of control like wild grass growing upwards, the sharp tips of tall hairy grass constantly sweeping and scratching at the bottom of her heart, itching Qiao Ling until her whole body was restless, like a little cat in heat for the first time, rolling around on the floor nonstop.
Chen Kuang just happened to also be like a soul-summoning grass swaying in front of her, completely unlimited in supplying to her, spreading out a carefully guiding spider web, wrapping her up, however much she wanted he all satisfied.
After dating, couples who finally tasted the joy of fusion basically didn’t know what moderation was.
Although the first time she was tormented by him too much, Qiao Ling weak-hearted and afraid hid from him for several days, but after the wound healed she forgot the pain, very soon again was coaxed and teased by him until rolling together.
The two people’s daily schedule still maintained the previous situation, so in order not to affect her night rest while still being able to eat a little meat, Chen Kuang specially arranged for himself to sleep at two in the morning, then after sleeping for four hours interrupt rest, get up to run for a bit, then wait until she woke up, pull her in the morning for one round, then drive Qiao Ling on time and punctual to open the shop.
Although it was a bit troublesome, Chen Kuang enjoyed it tirelessly.
Because he discovered, when she just woke up in the morning, she was even stickier, even easier to handle.
One time, Qiao Ling even wasn’t awake yet.
The night before was too tiring, her whole person still curled in bed muddle-headed, even when the phone alarm rang she didn’t care, when it vibrated the second time suddenly was turned off by someone, right after a big chunk of the bed mattress sank down, the other party lifted the blanket and drilled in.
She hummed a sound, felt like her slow heartbeats were suddenly gripped once.
Chen Kuang lifted her scattered hair, lips fell on her smooth shoulder, moist and hot kisses followed from the shoulder upwards to the neck, smacking smacking fragmented, little by little lifting up Qing Yu [literally “clear jade,” a descriptive term for pale smooth skin], stirring up her good dream.
Qiao Ling more and more couldn’t sleep, delicate brows furrowed, wakefulness surged.
The downstream of emotions already was uncontrollably flooded.
The man’s kisses falling on the neck were sometimes itchy sometimes painful, she opened her eyes with difficulty, breathing frequency fragmented, turned her head wanting to push him, but couldn’t push him, “Chen Kuang…”
The person behind even dared to point at her, she was speechless.
“You, are you a bastard…”
“Don’t sleep.” Qiao Ling randomly reached backwards, hit his face once, “Don’t sleep…”
“Can’t sleep anymore,” Chen Kuang kissed her ear rim, both eyes in the morning burned muddily hot, the light voice line pulled full of contrast: “Keep lying in bed and you’ll be late, baby.”
This was his first time calling her baby, Qiao Ling immediately shivered, a burst emerging…
She turned her head, the man seized the chance to press her head and kiss down.
Qiao Ling really wanted to complain, if she kept lying in bed she might be late to work, then please tell her would dragging her in the early morning to make love not make her late!?
But even if she wanted to say more, her brain very quickly was stirred by the man’s skill into a pool of muddy water, gradually heating up, bubbling with sticky bubbles.
Qiao Ling gritted her teeth, suddenly flipped over, pressing Chen Kuang underneath.
He froze for a second, immediately hooked up the corner of his lips, slender fingers hooked at the corner of her sleeping shorts, “Like this will it be faster?”
Qiao Ling very rarely looked at him from this overlooking angle, face red hitting once on his tense abdomen: “If you don’t try how would you know! Hurry up, have to go to work.”
After speaking, gathering her black hair leaning down, and his slightly lifted lips met together—
Chen Kuang was pressed underneath, but stretched out long arms wrapping around her thin back, like tightening a prey, also like holding tight a treasure.
In the moment when all things revive, the city gradually returns from silence to bustling noise in the morning, the residents opening business open business, going to school going to work, tightly-paced, carrying some tiredness and heaviness.
In the small one-bedroom apartment, however, there was a couple immersed in the dawn light…
Tossing and turning trying to escape, forcibly dragged back to continue, one firm one soft two lines of voice constantly floating about.
The floor occasionally sounded with bearing weight noises, occasionally sounded with the two people’s feet stumbling and bumping, propped on the wooden floor.
Bathroom.
Qiao Ling lost support, suddenly fell forward, pounced on top of the washing machine lid, pushing the washing machine to knock against the wall with a heavy “bang” sound.
She let out a crying tone, nowhere left to hide, grabbing the arm of the person behind, scratching and clutching all over.
“Light… Chen, Kuang, early morning, morning’s…”
Chen Kuang’s breathing frequency was even more rapid than during morning running, circling to grab her, pressing against her back shoulder, lightly fragmented answering: “Won’t delay going to work… just have to go quick.”
“Almost there, Ling Ling… say two more nice words… won’t set anymore.”
How could Qiao Ling have the face to say that kind of words that only in nighttime atmosphere is good or after getting drunk could be said out—early morning with such a clear head, at peak rationality, how to do anything erotic!
She bit her lip mumbling and shaking her head, the next second lifted her head, unconsciously looking toward the diagonal right’s wash mirror.
The diagonal right angle and front-facing angle’s visual effect weren’t the same. From this angle, not only could see her own at-this-moment indescribable tide expression fully, the key point was…
Could clearly see how the other party was connecting at the back end.
Qiao Ling saw herself like this, and that kind of unrestrained Chen Kuang, looking at him… her own appearance, a kind of unspeakable melody rushed up to the top of her skull—emotion suddenly tightened.
Chen Kuang didn’t know what happened, suddenly experiencing pressure, like grabbing hold of the last two silk curtains blocking morning light—instantly couldn’t hold back and let out a short sound.
Qiao Ling also along with him couldn’t control her emotions.
Clear water droplets followed the faucet, white washbasin drip drip drop drop, splashing onto the bathroom tiles.
“……”
The two both fell into a speechless moment.
Qiao Ling’s eyes lost focus, slumped on the washing machine like a puddle of soft mud, her soul had been… shattered.
So good.
Like just when waking up still drowsy being poured a mouthful of extra-strong mint mouthwash, the top of the head had been opened, nerves buzzing with excitement.
Thinking about having to get dressed and ready in a while to open the shop, really even had the heart that wanted to die.
The ridiculous morning finally came to an end.
…………
After that, Chen Kuang began to not be satisfied with just hastily doing it once in the morning.
It happened to coincide with the ovulation period, Qiao Ling’s restlessly stirring heart core became even more easily tempted by the good-looking gentleman beside her, becoming more and more unruly and messing around.
Workday, 6:10 p.m., Qiao Ling was in the shop making accessories for the online shop’s orders, while also waiting for the first customer of the evening.
In the small shop, there was only the clinking and clanging sound of her alone moving. After a while, her phone buzzed and vibrated. Qiao Ling glanced at the content, suddenly becoming shifty-eyed, looked at the empty shop with not even a single customer, then looked at the hallway, hurriedly stood up.
She washed her hands, sneakily closed the shop’s door, hung up a temporary out sign, saying you can enter first and sit down and contact the shop manager by phone, then tiptoed and walked down the stairs.
Qiao Ling input the password at the apartment door downstairs in the same position. The moment it opened, she was pulled inside by the man.
“Bang!”
The door was urgently shut.
Qiao Ling hadn’t even spoken yet, hadn’t even seen clearly, and her mouth was already blocked by the man lowering his head.
A refreshing scent rushed into her nose, only then did she let out a breath.
Just now she had nervously thought: what if the one opening the door wasn’t Chen Kuang but some other random man!
At least let me see your face clearly first before doing things!
“Mm, mm… un.” Qiao Ling was kissed into a mess, five fingers grabbing at him.
Chen Kuang pressed her against the wall, anxiously ate several mouthfuls, sucked until he tasted sweetness before finally moving away, panting as he said: “Today has to be quick, I have to get to the bar by seven.”
“You’re in a hurry to work but still won’t not do this?” Qiao Ling’s hair along with her gaze were both messy, her mouth said this, but actually the restlessness on her face was also very obvious.
“No way, it feels good.” After saying that, he pulled something out from his pocket, used his mouth to tear it open.
Qiao Ling, face red, watched him put it on, “……”
Chen Kuang finished, suddenly squatted down, patted her, “Hurry up, like this won’t do yet.”
Her face immediately reddened even more, slowly did as told, before her shorts were even fully taken off, that person already started, scaring her into sharply gasping, grabbing his soft hair: “Chen…!”
In this short ten minutes in the evening, Chen Kuang didn’t even care if there would be customers in her shop, still had to pull her downstairs… only after doing it once would he be satisfied.
Really crazy.
The two of them were like they’d gotten addicted.
Time was tight, or rather Chen Kuang was deliberately using this to increase her sense of tension and shame.
Qiao Ling quickly became moist, when being flipped over, cried out in surprise: “Wait! Chen Kuang, don’t, let me…”
Chen Kuang’s breath brushed against her ear, bringing a bit of laughter as he said: “You’re too slow, no time already.”
What do you mean no time! Taking off clothes only takes a few minutes!
Qiao Ling truly couldn’t accept being dragged down with her shorts pulled down just like that, this—this was no different from animals! Just like wild man and woman.
But the next second, she fell into the visual impact of two people’s clothes still neat and tidy… yet being together.
Like… like finding a hidden place to quickly do it, sneaky man and woman… and it was the kind that shouldn’t be doing this even more.
“Ah—” Qiao Ling was ‘reminded’ by him once, her back stiffened.
Chen Kuang kissed and bit at her earlobe, “Be serious, not serious it’ll be even slower.”
“Mn.” She puffed her cheeks, shoulder line tensed, muttering intermittently: “Already… already very serious…”
He chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of her neck, rhythmically and skillfully massaging to make her relax: “Alright, Ling Ling, don’t exert so much strength.”
“You… really have no method.”
However, after Chen Kuang patiently coaxed her, his attitude suddenly changed.
Qiao Ling was immediately swallowed by a violent storm.
Her eye sockets ached and swelled, she even lost the ability to shout, mouth open yet no sound, as if her throat was being strangled by his own hands.
Her heartbeat wildly chaotic and pretentious, she began to uncontrollably shiver.
Stimulating.
Her shop upstairs was still in operation, yet she ran downstairs to do this kind of thing with him…
…………
The so-called ten-minute countdown gradually lost all concept in her chaotic brain, both of them had the kind of feeling that even if it were the end of the world now, even if everyone else was desperately escaping, they still had to do enough of this right here, not caring about anything.
This downstairs hotel apartment originally rented by Chen Kuang, ever since he moved to live at Qiao Ling’s place, was left empty, gradually turning into a storage room for Qiao Ling’s small shop upstairs. That bed had gathered a layer of dust, piled with all sorts of things, already couldn’t be used.
The progress had only reached fifteen minutes, Qiao Ling was already shivering and slumped, unable to stand, Chen Kuang glanced around and saw there was nowhere comfortable to lie down, simply pulled her back over again.
Qiao Ling, dizzy and muddled, faced him face-to-face, head tilted up as he kissed her a few times, then her arms were picked up by him and placed behind his neck.
Just as she hadn’t reacted yet, Chen Kuang easily supported her, directly lifted her up—
Her mind was in chaos, suddenly flashed to the scene of her usually working, hammering and shaping soft silver accessories.
Qiao Ling let out a sharp cry, her gaze twitched twice.
Drip, drip…
Chen Kuang’s face carried the kind of lewdness immersed in lust, lowering his eyes to glance at the floor beneath their feet.
Some cute and clean evidence.
He raised an eyebrow, gradually shifted his gaze back, staring at her face already spaced out from mocking, “Ling Ling.”
“So it turns out you like this kind.”
Qiao Ling’s face carried a string of tears mixed with physiological reaction, completely without the courage to meet his gaze, sobbing aloud.
“Too, put me down… it’s too much…”
How could Chen Kuang be willing to stop, leaning forward to kiss her mouth, arm veins tensed from top to bottom, holding her up like this without even moving his lower body once.
“If you like it, we’ll just do it like this from now on.”
Qiao Ling shook her head while crying, but what use was that, the man suddenly… she once again lost the ability to make a sound.
Just as the atmosphere fell into burning tension——
Qiao Ling’s phone suddenly rang.
An unfamiliar local number.
A customer had arrived upstairs.
Chen Kuang suddenly exerted force, Qiao Ling couldn’t hold back and let out a cry, voice breaking and collapsing.
He lifted the corner of his eyes, freed one hand to cover her mouth, breath fragmented:
“Shh.”
“Don’t let others hear.”
Qiao Ling’s rationality instantly ignited into smoke…
Burned dry…