Mouth-to-mouth congee

Oh~ ho ho ho~

Time slowly slipped by, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Wu still floated in midair, utterly exhausted, her limbs aching.

A lingering flush remained on her cheeks, and her long rabbit ears drooped limply.

Deep fatigue clouded Xiao Wu's eyes. She panted faintly, no longer having the strength to struggle against the mysterious divine power restraining her, and could only hang there weakly.

Fine beads of sweat covered her body, soaking her dress and making it cling tightly to her skin.

Her mind was a blank. She still could not tell who the invisible presence behind her actually was.

The vast bedchamber was silent; all she could hear was her own slightly hurried breathing.

Before long, that warm current rippled through her body once again.

A strange power gathered in her lower abdomen, making it swell slightly.

A moment later, the shackles of divine power enveloping her whole body abruptly dissolved.

Without the power holding her aloft, Xiao Wu dropped limply, landing heavily on the broad bed.

She panted, gently resting a hand over her slightly swollen lower abdomen, her expression filled with bewilderment and uncertainty.

A complicated thought quietly rose in Xiao Wu's heart. This feeling... actually feels good.

She lay frozen on the bed, startled by her own thought.

She had clearly been deeply distressed just moments ago, yet the lingering warmth inside her refused to fade. Her tangled emotions churned endlessly as she lay there quietly, unable to make sense of them no matter how she tried.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu's divine sense, trapped within the Sea of Consciousness, remained dazed. Unconsciously, she let out a languid, tender moan tinged with allure: "Mm~ Brother San~."

Waves of gentle, warm... slowly washed over this wisp of divine sense. She remained deeply unconscious, showing no sign of waking, merely passively feeling the warm embrace around her. Faint pink ripples spread across the surface of the Sea of Consciousness, shimmering with layers of delicate, soft light.

Morning.

Gentle morning light spilled through the window and fell across Wang Dong's cheeks.

She slowly opened her clear, bright eyes. Her long lashes fluttered softly like butterfly wings, and her exquisite sleeping face still held a trace of hazy, newly awakened weariness. Her soft, light-blue hair lay scattered over the pillow, and her skin was luminous, fair, and delicate.

Still half asleep, she turned her head and suddenly saw Chen Jie sitting on the bed right beside her. Steaming plain congee, eggs, and fragrant meat patties had already been set out on the table.

Seeing Wang Dong finally open her eyes, Chen Jie looked at her gently and said softly, "Awake? Come eat, then."

With that, he picked up the bowl of lightly steaming plain congee, a spoon held between his fingers. He scooped up a spoonful, brought it to his lips, and gently blew on it, then leaned toward Wang Dong on the bed and said softly, "Open up."

Wang Dong opened her mouth and swallowed the warm spoonful of plain congee, its warmth sliding down her throat. Her light-blue eyes glistened, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

Chen Jie scooped up a second spoonful, blew it cool, and held it to her lips again.

Looking at him, Wang Dong took the second mouthful and said softly, "Chen Jie, you have some too." She lifted her face toward him, pressing her soft lips directly against his and passing the congee into his mouth.

After that brief touch, her light-blue eyes looked timidly at Chen Jie, her entire face blooming with a vivid blush.

Wang Dong swallowed the congee in her mouth, then leaned closer of her own accord and kissed Chen Jie again.

After their lips and tongues lingered together for a moment, Chen Jie slowly pulled away.

A little leftover congee slipped from Wang Dong's slightly parted lips and dripped softly onto her chest, spreading into a small, faint damp patch.

The girl immediately grew flustered, her cheeks burning hot.

At the sight of her flustered, bashful, endearing expression, the feelings in Chen Jie's heart surged beyond restraint. He leaned forward and gently but firmly pressed Wang Dong back onto the bed.

Wang Dong stiffened slightly, her clear, light-blue eyes wide and her breathing a little uneven. She asked quietly, "Chen Jie, what are you going to do?"

Chen Jie gazed steadily at her beautiful, alluring face, now full of alarm. His eyes burned with intense heat as he answered frankly, "You."

As soon as he spoke, his gaze fell on the faint damp patch on her chest. Chen Jie lowered his head slightly and carefully licked away the spilled congee.

Chen Jie raised his head, his gaze still resting on her face, and gave a mischievous smile. "I hate wasting food. I usually have to finish every last grain of rice in my bowl."

At that joke, a thought suddenly flashed through Wang Dong's mind. Remembering the intimate scenes she had once witnessed between Chen Jie and other girls, she felt an indescribable twinge of sourness in her heart.

She pursed her lips, her light-blue eyes holding a hint of teasing and a little probing curiosity. Looking at him, she quietly asked, "Do you really finish it all?"

A sly gleam flashed through Chen Jie's eyes. He leaned a little closer, his voice carrying a faint smile. "Practice reveals the truth. Why not try and find out?"

Oh~ ho ho ho~

An hour later.

The tips of Wang Dong's ears burned hot. She hurriedly reached for the cup beside her, which still held plain congee, with a thick straw sticking out of it.

Her slender fingers slowly stroked the warm cup from bottom to top. Tilting her head back slightly, she closed her lips around the straw and sucked hard at the hot plain congee inside.

But she sucked too eagerly, and the scalding rice congee suddenly caught in her throat. Wang Dong abruptly stopped, instinctively sticking out the tip of her tongue as a mouthful of hot congee spilled from the corner of her mouth.

A good deal of the milky rice liquid ran down from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her clothes and spreading into a large, sodden patch.

She furrowed her brows, her eyes misting from choking and her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Cough, cough..." A bout of uncomfortable, soft coughing escaped her lips.

The smile vanished from Chen Jie's face, his expression tightening. He quickly bent down and looked anxiously at the disheveled girl. "How did you choke so badly? Are you all right?"

Instinctively, he reached for a tissue to help wipe her dampened clothes.

Watching Wang Dong cough incessantly, looking miserable, Chen Jie gently reassured her, "Don't rush. You've already done well enough."

Wang Dong recovered from her coughing fit, little flecks of congee on her face and fine beads of sweat at her temples. She glared at him, her breathing still slightly unsteady, and complained quietly, "It's all because of you."