I almost touched the moon

Wen Song deliberately dimmed the lights in the living room and said mysteriously, "That was the first time I went to his house. At that time, he and I had just started dating. He came back from China and was very tired. He fell asleep on my legs..."

At midnight, when Wen Song was also drowsy, Cheng Che woke up. He realized that he had slept on Wen Song's legs for so long that even his spine was a little sore. You can imagine how sore her legs were.

He suddenly felt extremely guilty and cursed himself for his mistake in his heart. He then saw Wen Song leaning on the sofa, and he gently picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

But perhaps because it was his first time hugging a girl, Cheng Che had no experience, and when he held her waist, his movements were a little heavy, and Wen Song woke up immediately.

"Ache..." She said in a low voice, still sleepy, "You're awake."

"I'm sorry, sister..." Cheng Che felt ashamed for a moment, lowered his head and said, "I've been sleeping leaning on you for too long, and I want to carry you back to the bedroom to sleep. I don't have any other intentions, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled faintly, his tone calm but seductive, "Let's sleep together."

"Ah?" Cheng Che heard her words, and even his hands trembled as he held her. He said intermittently, "This is not good. I'm afraid I can't help it... I'd better sleep on the sofa. Or, sister, do you want to go home? I'll take you home."

Wen Song shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's late, I don't want to move. You can't sleep well on the sofa, come together, I believe you."

With her saying this, Cheng Che would seem to have problems refusing again, so he could only nod and say, "Okay... Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

However, after actually lying down on the bed, Wen Song found that he couldn't fall asleep at all. It was obviously a king-size bed, and the two of them were curled up at one end of the double bed, but they still felt as if they were sticking together.

Wen Song smelled the quilt and pillow. They smelled very good, as if they had just been washed. There was a faint smell of the dryer, the smell of aromatherapy, and another fragrance that she couldn't describe, the unique smell of Cheng Che.

And the room was so quiet that she could clearly hear Cheng Che's breathing and their rapid heartbeats...

"Song Song..." Cheng Che's breathing was a little heavy, and his voice was particularly low, "Are you asleep?"

“No…” Wen Song found that sweat was oozing out of her back. Even though the air conditioner was on, she still felt hot.

"Can you lower the temperature of the air conditioner a little bit? It's a bit hot." She breathed heavily without noticing.

"Okay." Cheng Che did as he was told and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner. Fearing that she would catch a cold, he turned around and tucked the quilt in for her.

But he accidentally touched the back of Wen Song's neck. When they kissed before, he also liked to hold the back of her neck, but he didn't expect that this time, the skin was extra smooth... and extra hot...

Cheng Che took a deep breath, went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of ice water, but after drinking it, it did not quench the heat in his heart at all.

Fearing that he would be suspicious if he stayed away for too long, he returned to the bed and lay down with his back to Wen Song, not daring to make any sound. But his heart was beating faster. He wanted to turn around and hug her, but he restrained himself and said to himself over and over again, "No, I can't force her, and I can't hurt her."

The air conditioner was set to 18 degrees, and although it was blowing cold air, Wen Song's cheeks felt hot. When she closed her eyes, she could see Cheng Che's abdominal muscles when he stretched today, and the strange touch of his kiss on her skin.

"Ah Che." She finally couldn't help but ask, "Can I take a look?"

"Ah? What?!" Cheng Che seemed to be startled by her words, and even spoke a little louder. He asked her carefully, "Sister...what do you want to see?"

"Abs, okay?"

Wen Song mustered up the courage to ask again, and his heart beat faster after he said it.

"Okay..." When Cheng Che heard her words, the shock and anxiety in his heart lessened, and he felt a little more secretly happy and even a little proud.

He turned on the light, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and lifted the hem of his T-shirt with trembling hands.

Wen Song could see his abdominal muscles clearly. The tight and smooth lines divided his abdominal muscles into six parts with distinct grooves. Not only abdominal muscles, but also mermaid lines. It was not a bodybuilding figure deliberately created in the gym, but a perfect line that could only be achieved through long-term exercise.

This scene was more beautiful and sexy than she had imagined.

"Can I touch it?" Wen Song's words gradually became more and more demanding.

"Touch it." Cheng Che suddenly smiled, leaned forward and kissed her, then asked, "Sister, do you want to see your chest muscles?"

Wen Song couldn't help but touch it. It was very hard, harder than she imagined, and didn't feel very good.

"Can I?" She looked at Cheng Che with eyes that almost lit up as she asked in surprise, "When I drew the human body before, I couldn't draw the sartorius well. The muscle lines of those models were not very clear. Can I see yours?"

"Ah?" Cheng Che suddenly became shy and whispered, "It's on the inside of the thigh..."

"Okay." Wen Song suddenly felt like he was teasing an innocent boy, and became embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. Let's go to sleep."

After saying that, she lay down, turned her back to Cheng Che, and forced herself to fall asleep.

Just as she finished her words, Cheng Che hugged her tightly from behind, turned her over, bent down and kissed her lips, his tongue going straight in, entangled endlessly.

Her hands were not idle either, she grabbed her hand and placed it on her chest. Wen Song was so surprised that she didn't even have time to close her eyes. She only saw Cheng Che kissing her passionately, and her hand was placed on Cheng Che's chest, on his pectoral muscles. Her heart was beating fast there, thump thump, like a sonata in the night.

"Here are the pectoral muscles..." Cheng Che whispered as he kissed her, his voice a little unclear, "Do you like it, sister?"

"Why is it soft?" Wen Song touched it twice and found that the feel was different from what he had imagined. It was actually soft and very elastic.

Cheng Che suddenly smiled, left her lips, kissed her brow, and explained with a smile: "It's only hard when you use force."

After saying that, he exerted a little force and guided Wen Song's hand to touch it again, "It's hard now."

Wen Song blushed unconsciously, and leaned forward to kiss him again, his hand gradually moved down, interlocked his fingers with his, and lay on him and said: "And Sartorius."

Cheng Che lifted the quilt. He was only wearing a pair of sports shorts and no shirt, revealing his figure. Wen Song found that his leg lines were more beautiful than his upper body. Although he had strong muscles, they were not bulky and stiff, but rather thin, straight and slender.

However, her eyes inevitably caught sight of the strange bulge above her thigh, and she immediately turned her head away, her face flushed.

Cheng Che refused to give up. He grabbed her hand and stroked his thigh, from the outermost part all the way inward. His voice was low and magnetic, and he patiently explained to her: "Here are the vastus lateralis, rectus femoris, vastus medialis... Why don't you look, sister?"

"I, I don't want to watch anymore." Wen Song didn't dare to watch anymore. She was afraid that she really couldn't control herself. She turned her back to Cheng Che and whispered, "I'm sleepy."

"Then let's go to sleep." Cheng Che smiled, let go of her hand, and hugged her from behind, "Song Song, can I hold you while you sleep? Don't worry, I won't do anything."

"Okay..." Wen Song couldn't help but turned around and hugged him. The temperature of the air conditioner was too low, but Cheng Che's body was hot. The combination of the two was like ice in summer and a fireplace in winter.

"You really don't want to see the sartorius muscle?" Cheng Che held her hand, "Aren't you curious?"

"Curious..." Wen Song thought to herself, what is there for her to be afraid of? Even if something really happened, Cheng Che's face and figure would be her advantage. "I want to see."

Cheng Che smiled, held her hand and stroked the muscles on the inside of her thigh, and said softly: "It's here..."

Her hands were soft, her skin was smooth, and there was not a single callus on them. When she touched her legs, it felt extremely smooth. Cheng Che felt his breathing become heavier unconsciously.

Wen Song made up his mind and touched around on his legs. Suddenly, he touched a certain place. It was a very strange touch, extremely hot and harder than his abdominal muscles.

Cheng Che's breathing immediately became more panicked. He took a deep breath, and even his voice was trembling, "Baby...don't...don't touch there."

In a hurry, even the name was changed.

Wen Song admitted that he was a little curious and had the intention to do something naughty. He immediately pulled his hand back, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, kissed him and said, "Go to sleep."

Cheng Che chuckled helplessly, hugged her and kissed her more fiercely, his hands unconsciously caressing her body. But it was just kissing and caressing, without her permission, even if it was uncomfortable, he did not go further.

That night, they hugged and kissed for a long time, over and over again, until they even felt like they were on the verge of suffocation. When they felt sleepy and had no more strength left, Wen Song lay in Cheng Che's arms and fell asleep in his arms.

When she woke up the next day, it was already noon and there was no one beside her. If she was not in Cheng Che's room, she would have felt like it was a dream.

Soon, Cheng Che came in from outside, holding an electric toothbrush box in his hand, "I went to buy a toothbrush and slippers for my sister. As for skin care products, I don't know what brand you use. Let's go buy them together later, okay?"

Wen Song noticed that the toothbrush he bought was the same brand as the one he usually used, and it was a pink one. He smiled and asked, "How did you know I use this toothbrush?"

"You gave me this toothbrush when I first came to your house, and you liked pink, didn't you?"

Cheng Che walked up to her, rubbed her head and said, "What do you want to eat for lunch? After lunch, I will accompany my sister home? If you want to stay at my place, I welcome you too."

"I also want to eat the crab soup dumplings, they are really delicious."

Wen Song also laughed. They kept silent about what happened last night, and they both regarded it as their most intimate memory.

After hearing her words, Li Yunjia asked curiously: "So what is the sartorius muscle like? Honey, do you have it on your legs? Let me see."

Wen Song rolled up her skirt, revealing her long, straight legs. She looked down and pointed at the muscle on the inside of her thigh, saying, "It's this muscle, but I don't exercise long enough, so it's not that obvious. Cheng Che's muscle is really obvious, super perfect."

"I'm so angry..." Qiu Xuanyan snorted and said angrily, "Lu Mingqian doesn't seem to have this kind of muscle. Anyway, I haven't seen it."

"He practices figure skating, so his muscles can't be too developed. Otherwise, his muscle content will be too high and his weight will be too large, so he won't be able to jump." Wen Song joked while drinking, "Pegrret must have the same problem. His leg lines must be more developed because he practices moguls."

"I didn't notice." Zhang Yue shook his head speechlessly. "Who is like you? You covered yourself with a quilt just to chat, or you covered yourself with a quilt to look at muscles. So you just looked at muscles all night and did nothing else?"

"I didn't do it." Wen Song smiled and nodded, "Because I didn't really want to at that time, Cheng Che didn't ask for it, didn't even mention it."

"He really obeys you in everything." Zhang Yue smacked his lips and sighed, "Few men can resist."

"Yes, Cheng Che listens to her in everything." Li Yunjia also said, "I still remember that before Song Song got together with him, she and I drank too much in Osaka, and she called Cheng Che and asked him to come to Osaka for a drink, and also asked him to go to Fukuoka. The next day, Cheng Che arrived in Fukuoka."

"He's really nice." Wen Song was also touched, his eyes moistened. "He agrees with me on everything. He never objects to anything I say. I really love him. I love him so much."

“Yes, yes, you love it very much.” The other three people felt their ears were about to be callused when they heard this, “He loves it very much too, Cheng Che is a love-brained person!”