Chapter 26 (1/2)
Chapter 26 – Gift (• . •)！
The sound of door knocking.
And still, the sound of door knocking.
Gun continued to utter softly, “I’ll bring you to see your gift?”
“Hmm…” Her entire body felt as if it was ablaze. She was uncertain whether it was because she was feeling too shy, but her hands gripped his track jacket tightly and she dared not move in the slightest.
Besides hugging him… was there… something else she wanted to do? …
Her head started to spin again.
Gun had already picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Pulling two key cards directly out of the pocket of his jeans, he quickly identified each of them, strode up to a side door that was locked, swiped a card, stepped in, and pushed the door closed behind him.
In an instant, they had walked into darkness.
There was no light whatsoever. It was his bedroom.
The kid on his shoulder slid back down to the ground. Swiftly, like an octopus, she slipped her arms around his waist.
Gun gently blew out a breath. He felt her hairs slide into his clothing… His throat felt somewhat dry. Luckily, this little octopus for the moment was not rubbing and s.h.i.+fting herself around and b.u.mping into places that she should not b.u.mp.
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Next door, someone had already stepped inside.
The guest room had an audio monitoring system installed. When he was sleeping earlier on, he had purposely turned it on in case the little girl needed something or there was something wrong while she was alone in the other room and could not find him… Now…
As it turned out, it had not been turned off yet, so anything that was said in the room next door could clearly be heard in here.
“Where’s Leader? Didn’t he call and tell us to come here to give a report on our thoughts?” 97 asked in a puzzled tone.
“Who knows? Maybe he’s having a three hundred-round ‘tussle’ somewhere?” grunt replied with suggestive undertones.
With a “pffft,” 97 sprayed, “ True. It has been a whole month where they haven’t seen each other.”
“It’s that age where men are like wolves and tigers, you know. An old dude whose nearly thirty.”
……
The back and forth jokes and mocking of those two grown boys echoed in that empty room. He could not stand listening to them any longer. Extending an arm, he found the power switch for the monitor and—
Right when his fingers contacted the switch, he felt something warm brush over his collarbone…
“Gift, gift.” Her voice was pouty and came from a spot by his collarbone.
Then that meant…
The thing that was right there against his skin was…
“I’ll go get your gift for you.” His voice was somewhat edgy. “Let go first.”
The kid did not stir, only rubbing her face against his skin to express her refusal.
“Let go.” To his surprise, he very sensitively detected the scent from her body, one that smelled the same as fruit candies, intensely sweet.
Sh*t!
He shut his eyes.
He was so vexed he wanted to take this clinging kid who was pressed to his body and toss her outside, yet he could not make himself actually do it.
“Tong Nian.” He lowered his head, and there was an obvious sense that he was beginning to waver… “Be good. Let go.”
In the darkness, he wanted to pull away those arms that encircled his waist. But then, he sensed that warmth that had been on his collarbone slide down to his chest…
His arms stiffened slightly.
“Gift, gift.” Hazily, she continued her mumbling.
His heart was beating stiflingly, getting slower and slower.
Finally, after a long period of silence, he brought his head down close to her face.
“Are you enjoying ‘eating your tofu[1]’ [taking advantage of someone, in a physical, intimate manner]?” His voice was muted and deep…
She buried her face against his chest, her heart feeling as if it was burning with restlessness.
She only held him tighter, and tighter some more.
“What gift…”—his voice became even lower, almost a near-whisper—“do you want?”
“I want…” Fuzzily, she thought, “Weren’t you the one who said you had a gift for me?”
“Hmm? What do you want?”
“I want…”
Want…
… And just like that, that little face moved and pressed itself up to his.
Burning hot was her face as well as those soft lips, which slid shyly, tenderly from his ear. With no experience in this and, in addition, in this state of drunkenness, she muddledly could not really find the place she was searching for.
He detected her anxious frustration and turned his face to accommodate and oblige this impatient little girl’s actions.
……
Sh*t!