In a bedroom with a bright and quiet ceiling light, only the low noise of the wind coming from the hair dryer is not too noisy.

When Shi Yan's hair was blown halfway, Sheng Kite kissed him.

Her delicate white arms wrapped around him and pressed them against his lips.

Shi Yan's hand holding the hair dryer paused.

Fang raised her eyelids to see Sheng Kite, and she bit him.

It doesn't hurt.

The wind was silent, Shi Yan turned off the switch with a flick of his fingertips, and kissed Sheng Kite while casually resting the hair dryer on the shelf.

His free palm rested on her thin back.

Warm swallows gradually become lukewarm.

After kissing for a while, after the two separated, their breathing was not very steady, but they were very close.

Sheng Kite's soft lips were shiny.

Less than ten seconds after separation, she approached and wanted to kiss again, with a slight insecure eagerness.

was dodged by Shi Yan's sideways.

"What's wrong?"

He intuitively sensed that something was wrong with her, and he wouldn't let her kiss her like this.

"Nope."

Sheng Yuan looked at Shi Yan with a strange expression, his apricot eyes were clear, so clear that nothing happened, and when Qing Yan arrived, he began to reflect on the illusion that he might really think too much.

But is she really okay?

"I just want to kiss you, Shi Yan." She said.

Shi Yan looked at her with dark eyes and did not speak.

Sheng Kite moved his arm, lowered his right hand from Shi Yan's neck, held his neck with his palm in a close posture, lowered his eyes, and pressed his lips again.

This time, Shi Yan refused.

The tip of Sheng Kite's thumb touched the Adam's apple between his throat.

Of course, Shi Yan's self-control collapsed in less than half a second.

He pressed his arms to hold Sheng Kite a little higher, and raised his head to kiss her, his fluent jawline slightly tensed, and the frequency of rolling of the Adam's apple like ice cubes gradually increased.

Kiss and kiss.

Sheng Kite seemed to be tired of kissing, and her movements gradually slowed down.

Shi Yan hugged her and sat on the sofa, Sheng Kite nested into Shi Yan's neck socket with a good smell, breathed carefully and steadily, and Shi Yan's hand held her back.

The two of them were silent for a while.

Looking at the time, it was still early, Shi Yan thought that Sheng Yuan had slept for so long in the afternoon, and she should be very awake at this time, and she would not be sleepy, so she asked her if she wanted to watch TV or go to the study to play with robots.

Halfway through the question, Shi Yan heard the sound of well-proportioned breathing in his ears.

“……”

She fell asleep.

…

Following.

Sheng Kite woke up, opened his eyes and looked up to meet Shi Yan's dark eyes

He should have woken up a long time ago, but he didn't get up and stared at her, I don't know how long he had been looking at her like this.

Sheng Kite: "Early." ”

“……”

"It's not early."

Shi Yan's voice was low and magnetic, his eyes did not look away, and his eyes were full of emotion.

The clock was already pointing to eleven o'clock.

It's not too early.

"......" She slept for so long, Sheng Yuan's face did not show any outward emotion, but looked at Shi Yan generously, and asked curiously, "Is there something on my face?" ”

"No," Shi Yan retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and then sat up, "Are you hungry, I'll cook." ”

"I'm hungry."

Sheng Kite asked Shi Yan to take her to wash, and Shi Yan did so.

In the mirror of the bathroom, the two stood side by side, one tall and one short, one broad and one slender.

…

Downstairs restaurant.

"Sheng Kite?"

Shi Yan shouted Sheng Kite twice, and she came back to her senses in a daze.

"What?"

Shi Yan put the chopsticks into her hand, and suddenly said, "If you feel bored, let's go back to China tomorrow." (End of chapter)