Inside the seashell, behind the red bed curtains, Xiangliu lay panting beside Xiaoyao. He reached out an arm and pulled her into his embrace. Cuddled in the crook of his arm, she didn't dare raise her head to look at his face. Their hair, soaked with sweat, was tangled together—black and white strands intertwined in a messy web. Snuggling against his side, she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out soft, low sighs...
For a long, long time,
Their breathing gradually steadied. He lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, while her trembling voice drifted into his ear:
"Did... did I dirty the bedding?"
"Yes! Does it still hurt?"
She shook her head shyly against his chest.
After a pause, he asked again:
"Were you... feeling good just now?"
Desperately, she burrowed deeper into his arms, not daring to look up at him at all.
After wriggling for a long time, she said slowly:
"Aren't there Gu worms?"
"I want to hear you say it!"
"Mm!"
"Mm what?"
"Good... feeling good..."
The corners of his eyes curved upward as he murmured softly:
"I know!"
She reached out with her small fist and punched his chest.
"Knowing it, why'd you still ask! Then... then what about you? Did you... do you feel good?" Burying her head against his chest, she darted a lightning-quick glance at him before desperately squeezing back into the crook of his arm.
"Beyond good!"
"Why are you copying me again?" Her little fists went back to beating his chest, but he gently caught them and brought them to his li…
Chapter 105