Chapter 153

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng's back stiffened slightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his eyes darkening, just wanting to speak, but suddenly he lost his voice.

His long, narrow peach-blossom eyes were full of gloom and darkness. Lowering his eyelids to meet Su Ruoyun's ignorant and "innocent" eyes, he bit his back molars, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth, and then followed her lead and reached out...

The next second, Su Ruoyun, seeing the target appear, leaned over, carrying an almost instinctive reliance, like a little fish finding the ocean it had been thinking about day and night, eagerly absorbing moisture.

The honey water was left on the coffee table, and the two had long forgotten its existence, as if they were in the arid Sahara Desert, demanding moisture from each other.

His handsome features and her exquisite face magnified in front of each other, his sharp, thin lips covering her rouge-colored lips, their high nose bridges staggered, pressing against each other's cheeks, his tongue then deeply... over her lips.

As they kissed, Huo Jingcheng pinched her waist, picked her up, and put her on his lap. Her pink long skirt spread out lightly in all directions, like a lush lotus flower, blooming between his legs.

His rough palms clasped the back of her head, his five fingers touching her soft long hair, stroking it now and then. A gust of wind/storm struck, plundering her breath.

Su Ruoyun clearly felt that the last trace of air in her lungs was being extracted bit by bit by him like cocooning silk. The alcohol played its "role" at this time, completely flooding her body. The whole person was like being in the ethereal void of clouds and mist, dizzy and confused.

Her body also became soft and powerless, as if she were a lump of softness, unable to lift a trace of strength, only leaning into Huo Jingcheng's arms, her eyes full of hazy water mist.

The chandelier in the living room hadn't been turned on, only the bright moonlight and twinkling starlight from outside the window penetrated, dyeing a bit of light.

The slippers on her feet had already fallen to the ground, making a short sound.

Perhaps she really realized that danger was coming, Su Ruoyun turned her head slightly, barely gaining a trace of opportunity to breathe. Her two hands pressed against Huo Jingcheng's broad shoulders, pushing hard, her body twisting restlessly, refusing to cooperate.

She was like a slippery fish, sneaking off Huo Jingcheng's lap, struggling to move from one side of the sofa to the other, her legs constantly kicking on the sofa, her feet kicking straight into his well-defined abdominal muscles.

While kicking hard, she whispered: "Zhuzi cannot~, cannot~ Zhuzi..."

"Then~ Xiao Chengzi, is that okay?" Huo Jingcheng's voice was already hoarse to the extreme, low like sandpaper, refusing to let her escape. His long arm stretched out, pulling her slender, long arms, pulling her back bit by bit.

Because of the force, the pale blue veins on his inner wrists and the backs of his hands bulged, his big hands with distinct joints possessing a sense of power.

He lowered his voice, asking slowly: "How to~ Xiao Chengzi?"

Hearing Huo Jingcheng change to eating "Xiao Chengzi" and not "Little Zhuzi," Su Ruoyun, who had relaxed her vigilance, obeyed obediently, no longer struggling: "Have to peel the skin~."

As soon as the words fell, Huo Jingcheng pulled her wrist, pulling her back. His right hand forcefully gripped her forearm, his left hand wrapped around her back, preventing her from slipping away again.

He then affirmed Su Ruoyun, his low tone being an unquestionable certainty.

"Right, have to peel the skin~."

As the words fell, that broad palm manipulated her thin wrist. Su Ruoyun, like an unconscious puppet, followed his guidance obediently.

Huo Jingcheng was wearing a shirt and suit pants tonight, with many buttons, one after another.

Su Ruoyun's hands trembled, her fingers fluttering as she unbuttoned his buttons, unbuttoning them one by one from the collar down, revealing his broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure, the mature man's waist straight.

Her breathing circled the deep, mellow scent of ebony and the pungent, rich tobacco, passing through her lungs together.

Her drunkenness woke up by half, and she got drunk by another half-inch.

When she unbuttoned the last shirt button, Su Ruoyun's two hands grabbed the shirt beside her powerlessly, the silky, lustrous fabric twisted into swirls by her.

Three seconds later, the rough palm took her down an inch, and the sound of metal buttons being unbuttoned rang out in the living room.

Suddenly, she was picked up.

Huo Jingcheng carried her into the bedroom with ease.

Her toes left the ground, a predictable suspension. Su Ruoyun leaned half her body on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, her chin resting on his short hair, her hands clasped behind his neck, her slender, straight legs wrapping around him spontaneously.

As Huo Jingcheng's long legs stepped into the room, his foot hooked and kicked, and the bedroom door made a "bang" sound, instantly closing heavily behind the two.

The big bed was excessively soft, wrapping the two of them inside.

The thin quilt that had been lying securely on the bed was lifted and discarded to the side. The temperature rose, and the air was so dry that it didn't need to appear on stage.

Huo Jingcheng wrapped his arms around her.

Su Ruoyun was born white, like white, greasy porcelain, revealing a warm, jade-like fleshiness.

The big hands usually used to sign documents were slightly cool, his hot palms pressing on her collarbones, one hand hugging her thin waist lightly.

Inside the bedroom was a rich blackness, with only the bedside lamp shining with dim yellow light, lighting up a corner of the bed.

The shirt, suit pants, and long skirt drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then overlapped on the carpet.

Huo Jingcheng slowly withdrew the big hand that threw the clothes, his voice low, hoarse, and seductive, grinding into Su Ruoyun's eardrums, making her heart tremble.

"..."

Kissing to the depths, the soft humming escaping from her nasal cavity was like a dream talk crushed by the wind, both delicate and broken.

She was tense and helpless, her beautiful eyes, slightly distracted, staring unblinkingly at the snow-white ceiling above her head, her two feet stepping on his solid, powerful abdomen.

Huo Jingcheng propped himself up, turning her flushed face over. Their gazes met in the air for a moment, and everything around them seemed to quiet down, only the sound of breathing intertwined in the air.

He leaned over to kiss her, then sank in mercilessly.

The bedroom, which couldn't be quiet, suddenly drifted out a clear, moist female voice, carrying a bit of hoarseness.

"..."

Huo Jingcheng, while holding Su Ruoyun up, crossed her knees and stepped off the bed, while lowering his voice to comfort her, his warm breath spraying on her snow-white neck.

At dawn, a faint fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon, and the absurdity in the room finally returned to peace.

The bed had been made again.

Su Ruoyun was sobbing unconsciously, her nose sniffing, her beautiful eyes soaked in water mist, looking extremely pitiful.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall, slender figure stood, wearing only a black bathrobe, the loose belt hanging in front of him.

He lit a cigarette for himself, the sense of pleasure that was the first time in thirty years still not fading.

Holding a cigarette between his fingers, the blue-white smoke rose into the air like ethereal thin gauze.

After the time it took to smoke a cigarette, Huo Jingcheng walked back to the bedside unhurriedly. He scooped her into his arms, his warm, broad chest for her to lean on.

A moment later, as if remembering something, he lowered his head with great interest to ask her: "Was Xiao Chengzi delicious?"