Fu Tingyuan saw her wake up, smiled softly at her, and lowered his head and kissed her.

There was still a faint smell of wine in his mouth, Luo Nanchu was curled by him at the base of his tongue, and that bit of wine fell on the tip of her tongue, turning into a quiet aroma like Lan Gui.

His hot palms landed on her skin, and delicate fingerprints rubbed against her waist and abdomen, giving her a hint of rough pleasure.

It wasn't her delusion, he was extraordinarily enthusiastic tonight.

She was turned over and knelt on the soft bed, the man pressing down from behind, the dentition grinding against the delicate skin on the back of her neck.

The action was too intense, so Luo Nanchu couldn't hold it anymore, her body softened, her face buried in the pillow in front of her, and she bit the pillow in front of her hard because of the suffocating pleasure.

She couldn't stand the soft pleading, and the man turned a deaf ear and turned her over to kiss face to face.

The lights in the house had been completely extinguished, and only the natural moonlight outside the window left an indigo shade in the bedroom, and Luo Nanchu trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes wet with tears reflected the man's face.

His demeanor was not the same as usual, something burned in his dark pupils, and such a quiet and elegant face was alive and lively because of the heat that burned like fire.

Luo Nanchu looked into his eyes, and she was in a trance for a moment, as if she had seen fireworks.

Such brilliant colors, blooming in his pupils, one after another, sparks that will never be extinguished.

Her body couldn't bear it anymore, she closed her eyes slightly, and gasped softly on her body after the extreme.

The man leaned down to support her back, hugged her tightly, and called her in a low voice: "Luo Nanchu." ”

After such a frenzied agitation, the man's voice fell silent, his voice was slightly deep, and her name came out of his mouth, as if it had been hidden for a lifetime.

Luo Nanchu's whole body was soft, without a trace of strength, she couldn't open her eyes, so she only responded to him gently with the fingers on his back.

She sensed that something was wrong with Fu Tingyuan today, but her mind was chaotic, and he disrupted the rhythm.

When you wake up tomorrow, be sure to ask him.

Luo Nanchu thought in his heart.

She was so drowsy that she was so tired that she fell asleep straight into bed.

Until Fu Tingyuan's face gently lowered his head and buried it in her chest.

She woke up suddenly.

Something warm, liquid, slipped from where her heart was.

Luo Nanchu was awake almost at that moment.

"Ting Yuan," her voice was soft, "what's wrong with you?" ”

Fu Tingyuan didn't speak.

His breath fell on her slightly quickened heart, hot and slow.

It's quiet, but something must have happened around here, and it happened when Luo Nanchu didn't know it.

Luo Nanchu felt a sense of unease.

Until Fu Tingyuan pulled the quilt and hugged her whole person in his arms.

She subconsciously raised her head to look at him, but he held her head down and pressed it against his chest.

"Sleep." His voice sounded the same as usual.

Luo Nanchu hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed his face against the man's heartbeat calm chest.

"If you have something, you must tell me tomorrow."

"Yes."

Luo Nanchu was relieved and closed his eyes in his arms.

……

After all, she still didn't see Fu Tingyuan's tears.