northernbook Chapter 313 The Charming Painter 14
Chapter 313 The Charming Painter 14
Liu Yunshu instantly misunderstood the deeper meaning behind his restraint.
Those almond-shaped eyes, which were always glistening with moisture, suddenly turned red, as if veiled by a mist that seemed to foreshadow an impending downpour.
She hurriedly withdrew her hand from his chest, her fingertips curling up and hiding behind her back.
His voice was filled with disbelief, hurt, and panicked self-doubt.
"You...you don't like this? I'm sorry...I was too...too hasty...I shouldn't have..."
Before she could finish speaking, glistening tears streamed down her face like a broken string, one after another, landing on the back of Jiang Chi's hand.
"No! Yunshu, don't cry, it's not what you think!"
Jiang Chi panicked instantly, throwing all rationality and restraint to the winds.
He cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.
He looked into her watery eyes, brimming with grievance and unease, and spoke in a very soft but earnest voice:
"Yun Shu, listen to me. I want you, I'm going crazy with longing for you."
"But not here, not on a night like this, not when I've been drinking and might not be sober or rational."
"I want to give you the best, and I want to have you completely in our real home in the future, when you are completely willing, without any worries or uncertainties."
"Instead of now...in the hotel, with the celebration and the alcohol...I'm afraid you'll regret it, afraid you'll feel it's not serious enough."
The drunkenness in his eyes had been dispelled by heartache and urgency, leaving only clear sincerity and affection.
Liu Yunshu raised her tearful eyes, her long eyelashes sticking together wetly, and the tip of her nose red from crying.
She sobbed, her voice soft and sweet, thick with nasal tone and choked with emotion:
"I don't feel wronged... I just... just want to be closer to you..."
Fool! If you wait any longer, you'll miss your chance!
Summoning her remaining courage, she raised her still-wet eyes and gazed at him shyly yet persistently.
Then she offered her lips again.
Her soft lips, slightly cool and damp, gently brushed against the corner of his lips.
Jiang Chi shuddered violently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
The string of reason finally snapped with a "clang" during her proactive and devout kiss.
The pent-up feelings of alcohol, ecstasy, love, and surging emotions.
Like a flood bursting its banks, it instantly overwhelmed all barriers and swept over his entire body.
He growled and suddenly tightened his grip on the back of her neck.
Without the slightest hesitation or restraint, he leaned down and fiercely kissed her slightly parted lips.
The kiss shed its previous restraint, carrying a surging possessiveness, yet carefully protecting her softness.
Liu Yunshu's body went limp from the kiss, her fingertips gripping his clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
The soft sobs and moans were swallowed up between their passionately intertwined lips, turning into ambiguous sounds of water.
Moonlight streamed through the thin curtains into the room, weaving a soft, hazy glow.
Jiang Chi's palms were burning hot, pressed tightly against her slender waist through the thin fabric.
He raised his head slightly, their foreheads touched, their noses lightly brushed, and their breaths mingled together in a hot, intimate exchange.
The lingering intoxication in his eyes had been replaced by a thicker, deeper passion and fervor.
Those eyes, which were always brimming with sunlight, were now as dark as night, yet surprisingly bright, locking tightly into her bewildered gaze.
His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, as he asked one last time to confirm.
"Yun Shu...look at me. It's not too late to stop now. But once you continue...you'll regret it."
Liu Yunshu's cheeks were already flushed, like ripe peaches, and even her ears and neck were tinged with a delicate blush.
She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Her long eyelashes were still wet with tears, yet she gazed into his eyes with unusual determination.
"No regrets. Ah Chi, I want you."
The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Chi kissed her fiercely again.
It traced down her sensitive lips, across her slender and graceful neck.
It left hot, moist marks on her fair skin.
Liu Yunshu trembled all over, like the first snowflakes melting little by little under the warm sun.
Like vines clinging to a large tree, they can only cling tightly to it.
Soft, suppressed gasps escaped from her throat.
His heavy breathing echoed in the quiet room, creating a most intimate and moving melody.
The moonlight outside the window grew softer, casting a hazy golden edge around the intertwined figures of the two.
Liu Yunshu's brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and the physical pain caused a tear to uncontrollably well up in her eye.
Jiang Chi gently kissed the teardrop with tenderness.
Warm lips, filled with tender care, gently kissed away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
His hoarse voice was full of tenderness: "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."
Liu Yunshu bit her lower lip, her long eyelashes trembling, her nose red from crying, looking both pitiful and adorable.
A soft, tearful response escaped her lips, so tender it sent shivers down one's spine: "It...it hurts a little..."
Her fingertips tightened unconsciously, digging deep into Jiang Chi's firm arm muscles, leaving shallow, reddish crescent-shaped marks.
Jiang Chi's kiss was like the softest feather, filled with endless patience and tenderness.
It fell densely on her sweaty forehead, the corners of her reddened eyes, the corners of her trembling lips, and her neck, which was tense from nervousness.
He kept coaxing her in a low voice, with extreme gentleness and a reassuring strength.
"Sweetie, Yunshu, relax...look at me, take a deep breath...I'm here, I've always been here..."
The moonlight outside the window was quiet, seeping in through the thin gauze and casting a soft, hazy glow over everything in the room.
A faint fragrance filled the air, mixed with the refreshing scent of the boy's shower gel and the sweet, soft scent of the girl.
After an unknown amount of time, the raging storm gradually subsided, turning into gentle, lingering aftershocks.
Liu Yunshu was completely exhausted, like a delicate flower soaked by spring rain.
She softly sank into Jiang Chi's sweaty yet unusually warm embrace.
Her pinkish eyes unconsciously rubbed against his firm, hot neck like a kitten.
The soft, disordered breathing gradually became steady and long, tinged with the languor of satisfaction and endless tenderness.
Jiang Chi lowered his head and gazed at the girl in his arms.
Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting demure shadows beneath her eyelids, and the blush on her cheeks had not yet completely faded.
Her lips were slightly swollen, yet they possessed a breathtaking, exquisite charm, as if they had been thoroughly cherished.
The passion surging in his eyes gradually subsided into a deeper, more expansive tenderness, almost overflowing.
He raised his hand and gently brushed away the sweaty strands of hair that clung to her temples and forehead.
Then, with utmost care, he sketched her exquisitely beautiful eyebrows, her pert nose, and her slightly swollen lips...
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he opened his mouth, only to find his voice dry.
In the end, it all turned into a soft, sigh-like murmur, yet weighed a ton: "Yun Shu..."
That call was so gentle it could drown a person.
Liu Yunshu seemed to hear it; her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were still misty, a layer of lingering moisture from the passion that had just subsided.
Like obsidian immersed in clear spring water, pure and bright, it perfectly reflects only his own figure at this moment.
She looked at him, and a soft, sweet smile slowly curved her lips.
Then, she leaned in and placed a soft, tender kiss on his slightly damp lips, a kiss filled with affection and satisfaction.
Her voice was hoarse from crying, and a little languid, yet sweet enough to overflow with honey: "A-Chi..."
That response, that light kiss, was like the last feather.
It gently landed on Jiang Chi's heart, which was already overflowing with love.
He could no longer restrain himself, and lowered his head to gently but firmly capture her lips once more.
The kiss was incredibly tender, carrying the mingling of our heartbeats.
It carries the bittersweet excitement of young boys and girls when they first fully possess each other.
It also carries the deep, burning passion that comes after the dust has settled and the body and soul have become one.
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After handling the urgent matters of the overseas branch, Liu Chengyan took a private jet and landed at Jiangshi International Airport.
The black Bentley Mulsanne drove smoothly on the wide asphalt road.
Liu Chengyan leaned back in his leather seat, his fingertips casually swiping across his phone screen.
The above is a news push from the World Championships, with the front page featuring a photo of Jiang Chi embracing Liu Yunshu.
The girl's eyes were red-rimmed, but a sweet smile played on her lips as she nestled in the boy's arms; the scene was so heartwarming it was almost blinding.
His fingertips slowly caressed Liu Yunshu's cheek in the photo.
The soft light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep, coldness.
"President Liu,"
The assistant in the front passenger seat hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and reported cautiously.
"According to our reports from Beijing, on the night Jiang Chi won the championship... Miss Liu... shared a room with him..."
The assistant's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.
I was afraid of angering the iceberg in the back seat, which had suddenly become unusually silent, yet exuded a terrifyingly low pressure.
Liu Chengyan's fingertips remained on that glaring group photo, and upon hearing this, he suddenly tightened his grip on the photo.
His white knuckles revealed that his inner state was far from calm.
Even the expensive phone screen seemed unable to withstand the sudden pressure, emitting a faint, teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.
Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, there were always deep and gentle eyes.
At this moment, it was as still as a frozen lake in the dead of winter, covered with ice cold enough to freeze a person.
The impeccable, gentle, and refined facade he usually wore vanished completely.
The oppressive atmosphere emanating from him made the driver and assistant in the front seat subconsciously hold their breath.
The carriage was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
After a long silence, a very soft, yet utterly cold, response rang out:
"understood."
His little rabbit... seems to be really naughty.
Surprisingly... someone beat them to it and "ate" them up first.
Liu Chengyan slowly closed his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids, concealing the surging ferocity in his eyes.
The air inside the carriage felt frozen, and even the air blown out by the air conditioner carried a biting chill.