C62 (1/2)

The bathroom was filled with heat, and the air was too thin to breathe. Knocking sounds came from outside the door. Only then did Jane Fan wake up. He hastily pressed the exhaust fan, wrapped up his towel and opened the door.

Ling Chen's face was slightly red, and his breathing was rough. It was unknown whether it was due to anger or impatience.

Jane Fan's long hair was still dripping with water, his white cheeks were blushing red, and his delicate body was faintly discernible under the towel. Ling Chen only felt that the air was thin, and it was hard to breathe.

”Come here.” Ling Chen leaned against the headboard, the cigarette that he had just extinguished was still smoking.

She could read the fire in his eyes. ”My hair is still wet.” She knew she couldn't escape, but she still wanted to drag it on.

”Come on,” he said, leaning forward suddenly and pulling her to him.

He skillfully took the hair dryer from his bed and adjusted the suitable temperature for her to lie on her back. Then, he gently blew on it.

Her hair was long and soft and smelled faintly of shampoo.

Jian Fan stared blankly at the scenery of snow outside the window. For some reason, she was no longer as terrified as she was before.

Her long, supple hair curled around his fingertips, and Ling Chen lifted it a little closer to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes and tried to remember her taste.

”Baby.” He didn't even know how gentle and doting he was when he called out the nickname when he was in love.

”Hmm?” The warm wind blew, causing Jian Fan to reply lazily.

”Shall we go skiing in the flats after this?” After the last few times, he could see that she was afraid of the snow. It was over. He would take her over this barrier, turn fear into pleasure.

Jian Fan didn't think too much about it and said, ”But I don't know how to skate.”

”I'll teach you, skiing is fun. ”Then take Puff with you and help us pull the sledge.”

Jane Fan suddenly turned his head and excitedly pulled at the hair in his hand, her expression contorted in pain.

Ling Chen hurriedly rubbed it up, and Jian Fan asked in pain, ”Since it's so small, can it move us?”

Ling Chen chuckled and hugged her emotionally. He rested his chin on the top of her head and said, ”Then we'll take her mother as well. We'll definitely be able to move both mother and son.”

When Jane Fan imagined such a scene, her heart also softened. However, that was just a dream. She knew that she would never have another chance to realize it.

Suddenly, a wave of melancholy arose in his heart. His internal organs were all twitching, and a tinge of a sour feeling could be felt. Her gaze was empty and without focus. She suddenly thought of the first time they had met, the night with the passion of fire and the sound of bloodthirsty gunfire.

They were all cold-blooded killers, so what if they were hugging each other? It was not the warmth that absorbed each other, but who first froze who into a firmer block of ice.

She had never held any hope or illusions in him, but why did her heart still feel an inexplicable swelling and pain when she had held on to it until the very end?

Ling Chen's hair was almost dry. He put away the hair dryer, and his hands began to become restless. Her soft, soft touch made him feel free, every pore shouting for release.

”Darling, you said you would compensate me.” His voice was a little shaky.

Jian Fan closed his eyes tightly. He was still a bit nervous when he touched her passionately.

Since she had promised him before dinner, it would be the end of it.

After taking a deep breath to adjust her state of mind, she slowly opened her eyes. Her long and white arms, which were like the joints of lotus roots, wrapped around his neck and pulled him into her embrace.

Ling Chen was overjoyed, and took the opportunity to kiss her moist red lips. The familiar fragrance caused his entire body to go numb like lightning.

His large hands tightly locked around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace again and again. He wished that he could put her into his body and fuse her together with his own bones and blood.

His kiss was so warm that it made her disarm in an instant. She took the initiative and became passive. She collapsed into his arms like mud, still being manipulated by him.

It was as if he was kissing his most precious treasure. His deep eyes were filled with a deep blue light that was gentle to the extreme.

Jane Fan gently closed his eyes and silently endured this desire.

The night was deep, cold, and suffused with a faint, serene moonlight.

The air in the huge bedroom was boiling. The friction between the strong and handsome men who looked as if they had been cut by a knife or chisel had caused their hearts to burn.

Pleasant emotions throbbed in the air, and time passed quickly. Under Ling Chen's low roars, Jian Fan finally could not hold back his screams anymore, piercing through the thick roof and shaming the moonlight.

Ling Chen fell onto the bed in satisfaction, and held her in his arms, letting her rest in his arms.

Jian Fan uncomfortably refused. His small movements had already exhausted his feeble strength. ”You are so sticky. You are sweating a lot. Go and take a bath.”

Ling Chen moved, his body sticking to the bed sheet, lifting up a fold. He felt really bad so he could only get up and take a hot shower in the bathroom.

Just as the bathroom door closed, Jane Fan quickly took out a pill bottle from the drawer of the bedside table. He took out a pill and put it in his mouth, drank a mouthful of water, and then put the bottle back to its original position.