When Chi Yao returned to the tavern, there was no candlelight in the dark room. She gently opened the door, and the creaking sound echoed in the room shrouded in darkness. She felt the cold room and pursed her lips slightly. He pursed his lips.
When she was about to light the extinguished candle, she accidentally touched a cold object on the side. She covered her mouth that wanted to cry out, tried to lower her voice as much as possible, endured the fear and gently touched it again to feel it.
She rubbed her hair, and with the help of the moonlight outside the window, she could barely see that Song Yu was sitting there, his hands lazily resting on the table, looking at her with an evil look on his face.
The lit candle illuminated the world in the dark night, giving the person in front of him a soft light.
Chi Yao sat next to him and looked at him hesitantly. Looking at his slightly narrowed eyes, his hesitant words stopped on his lips.
Feeling Chi Yao's gaze lingering, Song Yu opened his eyes and looked at her movements indifferently, with a little indifference and coolness in his eyes.
Chi Yao gently climbed up his sleeve and pulled tightly, her head lowered, not daring to look at him, like a child who had made a mistake, wanting to ask for forgiveness but not knowing where to start.
Song Yu looked at her for a long time, his heart getting colder and colder as time went by. He moved, trying to pull back his sleeves, but found that she was still holding on tightly and refused to let go.
"Let go!"
The indifference and alienation in her voice made Chi Yao's lowered eyes turn red. She shook her head gently and said with a hint of choking and crying: "Song Yu~"
The girl's sweet voice and long ending made Song Yu stay in place, forgetting for a moment that he wanted to pull back his sleeves.
"I was wrong, please forgive me~"
The slightly swaying sleeves and the sweetness of her daughter's coquettishness made Song Yu, who had never heard her act like this before, momentarily stunned. He felt as if he had eaten honey, and a warmth surged from his heart, making him My heart, which had been stiff just now, started beating again.
Looking at him silently and with overly cold eyes made his elegance appear even more indifferent.
Chi Yao gritted her teeth and felt a sudden change in her heart. A pair of catkins gently pressed against his face, and her strong hands turned his sculptured and perfect face towards her.
Chi Yao adjusted her sitting posture, knelt down in front of him, and slowly moved forward.
Under the swaying candlelight, Song Yu looked at the people approaching in front of him, looking forward to the next move.
Chi Yao subconsciously covered his eyes with one hand. Song Yu, who had lost his vision, didn't know why, but at that moment, his hearing and touch became particularly sensitive.
She gently pressed against Song Yu's thin, cool lips, rubbing them back and forth with green and unskilled skills, and then gently licked his closed lips with tentative movements. , she originally thought that this step could be used to pray for forgiveness on her behalf, but she did not expect that Song Yu would not open it at all.
On the contrary, Song Yu still closed his lips tightly. Chi Yao simply took off the hand covering his eyes, held his face with both hands, and kissed him gently.
Song Yu opened his eyes and looked at her. There was a trace of playfulness in his eyes that made Chi Yao become angry and bit his lips fiercely. She didn't let go until she felt the taste of blood in her mouth.
He groaned, wiped the blood on his lips with his fingers, rubbed it slightly on his hand, and then smeared it on his mouth. The bright red blood dyed his lips red, giving him a gorgeous color.
(End of chapter)
