The room fell into a subtle silence.
Looking at Tang Ya huddled in the corner, he closed his eyes tightly. Su Ling also closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and tried to suppress the heat that was aroused.
But the soft touch that remained in her arms, the faint fragrance that lingered on the tip of her nose, and the touch that she just drew circles on her chest with her fingertips...
This feeling is like a feather sweeping back and forth on the tip of my heart, and I can't get rid of it.
He is a normal person, holding the girl he likes in his arms, and she is actively flirting with her. To say there is no response would be a lie.
at Douluo World.
Although the two of them were already in the "mature" stage, he knew that Tang Ya was only bold in words, but she was still an untouched girl in her heart.
He can't act recklessly just because the other person likes him, and he doesn't want to be carried away by so-called desires.
Su Ling turned over, with his back to Tang Ya, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed his restless heart.
But at this time.
A warm little hand quietly came over and gently placed it on his waist.
"Su Ling..." Tang Ya's voice came from behind, with a hint of hesitation and testing, "Are you... angry?"
"No." Su Ling's voice was a little hoarse. Three seconds later, he added, "Go to sleep."
Tang Ya was silent for a moment, but the hand did not take it back. Instead, it gently pulled the corner of his clothes, "Can you turn around?"
There was a hint of cautious experimentation in her voice, and she was a little scared, afraid that Su Ling turned around because he was angry with her.
The voice was silent, and Su Ling did not move.
It's not that he doesn't want to turn, but he doesn't dare to turn.
He was very aware of his current state. Once he turned around and faced those watery pink-purple eyes, he was afraid that he would lose control.
See Su Ling without saying a word.
Tang Ya pursed his lips, and then started to move again, his warm body pressed against his back, trembling nervously.
"Su Ling... Don't be angry, okay..." Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
Su Ling opened his eyes and slowly turned around. Their eyes met, and the warm light of the night light on the bedside reflected on Tang Ya's face.
Her eyes were bright, showing shyness and nervousness, but mostly an indescribable fear.
"I'm not angry, be good, go to sleep." Su Ling's tone was very gentle, but his voice was obviously trembling with a hint of restraint.
Tang Ya lowered his eyes and did not answer. Instead, he leaned forward, gently pressed his forehead against his chin, and shrank into his arms.
"Okay..."
Su Ling heard this, his heart softened, he reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist and brought the belt into his arms, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her silky hair.
Tang Ya lay quietly in his arms.
Time passes minute by minute.
But in fact, only two and a half minutes passed.
Su Ling I just felt that it was long and torturous, my body was still tense, and my breathing was never really steady.
At this time, Tang Ya quietly raised his head and looked through the dim light of the night light.
I saw Su Ling closing his eyes tightly, frowning slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
She was stunned for a moment, and then realized something.
Su Ling is enduring...
He is suppressing his desires forcefully.
Tang Ya's heart jumped suddenly, and a vague emotion surged into his heart.
Feeling moved and distressed,
Another... impulse?
She bit her lip, tightened her fingers on Su Ling's clothes, and suddenly said, "Su Ling..."
"Huh?"
"Are you... feeling bad?"
Su Ling was silent for two seconds, then patted her back gently, "It's okay, just fall asleep for a while."
Hearing this, Tang Ya also fell into silence, and the strong and rapid heartbeat of Su Ling could be heard in his ears.
Then, she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she made a decision that even she didn't expect.
Tang Ya gently broke away from Su Ling's arms, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly.
The movement of Tang Ya is clearly audible.
Su Ling opened his eyes suddenly, and faced those pink-purple eyes shining in the warm light, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.
"Xiao Ya...?"
Tang Ya didn't answer, but slowly leaned down, pressed his forehead against his, and touched the tips of his noses.
Her breath was warm and rapid, with a hint of sweet fragrance, spraying on Su Ling's face.
"Su Ling..." Her voice was very soft, but with an unprecedented seriousness, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
Su Ling's pupils shrank, he raised his hand and held her soft shoulders, trying to push her away, but found that the other party was surprisingly strong.
"Xiao Ya, do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know." Tang Ya looked straight at him without dodge, "I know exactly what I am doing."
She paused, then gently touched Su Ling's eyebrows with her fingertips, trying to smooth out the wrinkles there.
"You have done so much for me... avenging me, teaching me Kung Fu, and promoting Tang Sect... You never force me to do anything, but wait silently for me to be ready."
"Now, I also want to do something for you."
"I don't want you to endure it, and I don't want you to feel wronged because of me." Tang Ya's voice was slightly trembling, but every word was ringing.
Looking into her serious eyes, a certain string in Su Ling's heart was severely plucked.
The fire called desire began to burn brightly.
"Xiao Ya, then, please..."
"Well..."
Tang Ya raised his hand and released Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass. Hundreds of blue vines crisscrossed each other, wrapping the entire bed into a big cocoon little by little.
In the dark night, the giant cocoon woven by Blue Silver Grass hangs quietly in the room. The warm light shines on the coat that Su Ling took off on the hanger, casting swaying light and shadow on the wall.
A night without words...(End of chapter hehe)
The next day.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines in, it dispels the darkness in the house.
Tang Ya wakes up leisurely.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the peaceful sleeping face of Su Ling. The morning light coated his angular profile with a soft golden color, and his breathing was steady and long.
Tang Ya looked at him blankly, various scenes from last night emerged in his mind uncontrollably, and his cheeks instantly burned.
She subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt to cover her face, but found that the quilt had been kicked to the end of the bed at some point.
At this moment, she was wrapped around Su Ling like an octopus, taking off her white knee-high socks with one leg still hanging carelessly on his waist.
Tang Ya was startled, with shame and anger flashing in his eyes.
She carefully tried to retract her legs, but at this moment, Su Ling's eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
Eyes facing each other.
The air froze for half a second.
"Morning..." Tang Ya had a stiff smile on his face, his eyes a little wandering.
Seeing her guilty look, a smile appeared in Su Ling's eyes, "Good morning."
Tang Ya was so bold last night, it could be said that I was at her mercy throughout the whole process.
Of course, the two of them were on point.
Tang Ya followed his request and just "helped", so he did not engage in any substantive intimate behavior.
Su Ling moved his numbed arm and glanced at Tang Ya's neck inadvertently. There were a few shallow red marks there...
Tang Ya followed his gaze and looked down. His hair suddenly exploded. He stood up, pulled the quilt at the end of the bed and wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, "Don't look at it!!"
Su Ling laughed dumbly, sat up, moved his shoulders, and raised his eyes to look at the soul clock.