Night seeped into the guest room, leaving only a faint, hazy light inside.
The instant Tang Qingye pushed open the door, every light in the room went out at once.
The door closed softly. A figure slipped silently behind him, cool palms gently covering his eyes as soft strands of hair brushed the back of his neck.
"Little brother."
Na Nali's voice was soft. Holding his forearm, she slowly guided him forward, step by step, until his lower back bumped against the edge of the bed. Only then did she slowly uncover his eyes.
Two wineglasses and a bottle of wine were already waiting on the coffee table, prepared by Na Nali in advance.
She pulled Tang Qingye down to sit with her and poured them both some wine.
The glasses clinked gently, and the crisp fragrance of wine slowly spread through the air.
They brought their glasses to their lips and slowly drank together.
After a few glasses, warmth spread through them, and a faint, tipsy blush rose on Na Nali's cheeks.
She turned to look at Tang Qingye beside her, her eyes veiled by the haze of wine. The longing accumulated over days of waiting kept swelling under its influence.
"You were busy outside all day. You didn't spend any time with me."
Na Nali pouted slightly, looking sweet and endearing. Her gaze stayed firmly fixed on Tang Qingye, concealing an obsession that would not fade.
She leaned forward slightly, bringing her face close to the side of his neck.
Her warm breath swept across his skin. First, Na Nali's fingertips slowly wandered down from his neck, gently stroking his shoulders and collarbones.
Then the tip of her tongue lightly swept across that patch of warm skin on the side of his neck.
Soft, broken, suppressed pants spread