Nanren couldn't help feeling guilty for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he realized what he had done.
"A-ah"
He made a weak voice, embarrassed and bowed his head as if admitting his mistake.
"Go take a cold shower," Yun said sternly, rubbing his throbbing neck with pain.
Nanren aggrievedly wanted to whine and object unjustifiably, but when she lifted her head, she fell silent and obediently entered the bathroom.
Besides feeling helpless and confused, Yun angrily messed up her hair, squinted her eyes, and couldn't help but rub her throat.
Showing mercy was a mistake, look, the moment he found his face, he was becoming lawless! It was said inside.
It wasn't until a few days before this became a real relationship, and she had already somehow managed to climb into her bed. Somehow she had become accustomed to seeing him when she woke up, and even then, she was greedily invading every part of her.
Moreover, performing it with a gentle and good disposition instead of brute force literally crashed Yun's brain system and rendered him unresponsive rather than mute.
With a bendable personality, a quick wit, persistent and planned, Nanren had really managed to grasp his weakness very well, suddenly making him unable to resist and reaching his deeds in every way.
Yun helplessly caressed his neck again, worst of all, that it made him unable to be angry with her. Even with the urge to surrender to him what he wants within him without a doubt. But...
It was somehow really secret and didn't even give him a chance to react and prepare!
Frustrated, he threw the sheet on the floor, left the room, and made his way to the other bathroom.
***
Under the cold water, each drop like a piece of ice hit his body like a storm. As Nanren lowered his head, drops of black hair rushed down his body.
She licked her lip and knew she had to kiss him before remorse struck!
He slowly raised his hands and you looked at him with eyes, at that moment these hands were firmly gripping his waist and holding them tightly.
And the body that seemed so strong, indestructible was delicately weak.
When she brought her hand to her nose and felt the faint scent that seemed faint, she breathed deeply into ecstasy.
When she regained consciousness, she laughed in a low, throaty voice. He shook his head slightly and smiled, thinking that he had fallen deeply into such a trap, sinking the more he wanted to get out, and finally getting stuck in it, not even wanting to get out. He mocked for a moment.
Oh Nanren, you are disgraced in every way.
The one who lives every moment as drunk as a drunk without a single sip of alcohol, becomes addicted and cannot get rid of it. Moreover, the withdrawal syndromes were to add to the fact that every time he tried to get rid of it, he found himself backfired and sunk in.
It's like fluttering in a swamp.
Finally.
She had an irresistible belief in any way. Without being religious, with unshakable devotion, as if to worship with an obsession for charity. It was as absurd as a demon taking a holy oath and bowing its head, but as direct as rebelling with blood on his hands.
Somehow, he had fallen in love with this pure look in her eyes, this purity was not such an innocent soul fallacy. He was authenticity, freedom, and his own upright self. It was his vitality and his spirit, his struggle. But it was absurd enough to want him to chain her, hypocritically claiming to love it.
Inconsistent enough to love and imprison his freedom, admire his courage and want to startle.
As much as wanting to be admired and cared for by her reckless personality.
At the same time, enough to respect him and want to make him moan with delight under his body!
He covered his face with his hands and muttered harshly.
"You are crazy"
His voice was downright angry. He was angry with himself and at the thoughts he couldn't get over.
He staggered, weakly supported by the wall, his face suddenly pale.
It was because of the sudden words that popped up in his mind.
"Oh really, I don't know if this seemingly sweet union will last when you see that nasty self"
No 2 left without turning around, leaving the words before she left with a distorted expression.
-To be continued-