361 The Glorious Years 3 + 4 (2/2)
She stared at him, lost, as the reality of the situation gradually dawned on her. Her face immediately flushed red, and her eyes that had been staring at him lowered.
She was close to doing that thing with him. The images of the things they did a moment ago filtered into her mind following that thought. The temperature of her face burned even higher, and she subconsciously wanted to grab something to shield her face from view. As she tried to move her hands, she realized they were still attached to his shoulders. She shivered violently before retracting her arms and grabbed at the mattress a bit awkwardly.
This is his bedroom, and I am lying in his bed in the middle of the night… Will he get the wrong idea?
”You were having a nightmare, and I came over to look,” Song Qingchun explained without turning to look at Su Zhinian. However, the rest of the explanation got stuck in her throat after a few flimsy words.
Su Zhinian didn't answer, and the room was quiet; the sexual tension from before still lingering.
Song Qingchun was still pressed under his body. She could feel his gaze on her face, and she bit her lips from anxiousness.
Her shyness, awkwardness, and the traces he left on her body made Su Zhinian's turn redder. The desire in his body burned brighter, and his arms that was holding him up gripping the mattress tighter. He closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple moved up and down several times before he forced himself from her and rolled off the bed.
He bent over to pick up the comforter from the floor and tossed it over to her. Song Qingchun only then realized how exposed she was, and she snuggled into the comforter.
He stood beside the bed and glanced at the shape under the comforter once before turning away speedily and dashing toward the bathroom. His gait was so fast and forceful that it felt like he wouldn't be able to pull him away if he didn't leave now.
It was not until Song Qingchun heard the sound of running water from the bathroom that she dared to poke her head out from underneath the comforter. She didn't dare stay for long in Su Zhinian's bedroom. She tossed the comforter away and climbed out of bed.
Her pajamas were so ruined that they could barely cover her body. She eventually returned to grab the comforter and wrap it around her body in a hurry before fleeing his bedroom.
Song Qingchun leaned against the back of her bedroom door with her hand pressed over her chest. She stood in that posture for a long time before she could calm down.
With a weakened pair of legs, she walked to her closet to find a fresh pair of pajamas. She put them on and sat on her bed, hugging Su Zhinian's comforter.
The scent of his body travelled into her nostril as she breathed, and his body temperature still lingered on her body. Her heart that had calmed earlier started racing again, and her blood boiled with something akin to a desire. It made her grip the comforter tightly, and as she did so, the image of them entangled within each other cropped up in her mind.
The image felt so authentic that Song Qingchun could hear the sounds of their mixed breathing. Her face burned as if she had fever. As she shook her head to toss the memory out of her mind, she heard a rhythmic knocking on her door, and Su Zhinian's clear and mellifluous voice drifted in.
”Qingchun.”