Fu Shijin slightly let go of her lips, resting his forehead against hers, breathing slightly, his eyes filled with indescribable desire and cherishment. He gently wiped away the water stains on the corners of her lips, his fingertips so gentle that they could not be compared to words.
"Zhi Xia," he said in a low voice, each word falling clearly in her ears, "Relax, I will listen to you, I will not be as reckless as before, and I will not let you suffer any more injustice."
Xu Zhixia's eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, her eyelashes were wet, and her voice was thin and soft: "I... I'm not afraid."
"Aren't you afraid?" Fu Shijin pinched her waist with his fingertips. Looking at her red face, his Adam's apple rolled and his tone became more ambiguous.
"Then why are you shaking all over? Do you like it, or are you afraid that I won't love you enough?"
He lowered his head and kissed the end of her eyes, "Zhixia, tell me, do you want me? Just like I want you."
He lowered his head again and kissed her on the corner of her lips, jaw, and side of her neck, all the way down, kissing her slender collarbone. He gently licked and rolled his tongue, leaving faint red marks. Each stroke was carried with gentle force, but with an undoubted possession, as if he wanted to leave a deep mark of his own on her body.
The palm of his hand slowly slid down, along her waist, and gently rubbed it. His movements were gentle but urgent, and his fingertips occasionally gently pinched her soft waist and abdomen, with a longing that had been suppressed for too long.
The other hand slowly slid down her long hair, his fingertips passed through the hair, and fell on her back to caress gently, each movement carrying a scorching temperature.
The only thing left in the room was the increasingly chaotic breathing and heartbeats of the two people, as well as each other's low murmurs and tinny moans. They were entangled and inseparable. The warm yellow light reflected the overlapping figures of the two people, and the atmosphere was so thick that they could not be dissolved.
Intention: Once upon a time, he was a boy that everyone feared, and she was the light that he did not dare to blaspheme. She said "I don't like gangsters" and he disappeared and lay dormant for four years. When he came back, he was already the man in charge of the situation. He had shed his anger and was clothed in glory, just to walk towards her again. This time, he is no longer a reckless young man, but Fu Shijin who can be upright and protect her in his arms. I grew up for you, came back for you, and bowed my head only for you.