Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The key turned hastily in the lock, making a sharp noise of metal scraping.

There was a series of rapid "clicks" before the door was violently slammed inward, hitting the wall and bouncing back.

The wheels of the suitcase hit the door sill, and then it was dragged into the room violently. The suitcase drew a short, sharp track on the floor tiles, and then hit the floor heavily with a dull "clang".

"Hey! Box!"

The door panel behind him was slammed shut with a dull thud. Lin Xi looked at the suitcase lying on the ground with the items inside scattered all over the floor. She uttered a low cry and was about to bend down to help it when someone grabbed her wrist from behind.

"Ah--" Lin Xi's scream was shattered by the suddenly closed door and stopped abruptly.

The dim wall lamp in the entrance hall swayed slightly from the vibration of the door hitting the panel, casting the entangled figures of the two people on the wall, like a swaying silhouette painting.

"Wait... um—"

Lin Xi's exclamation just escaped her lips when it was blocked by Song Guanwen's hot lips and tongue.

She subconsciously raised her head and the back of her head hit the door panel, but the dull pain did not come as expected, instead she fell into a softness.

Song Guanwen held the back of her head, exerted a little force, and while his fingers were entangled in her black hair, he lowered his head and kissed her. The ambiguous sound of water mixed with the two people's intertwined breathing was particularly clear in the narrow entrance.

Song Guanwen's breath carried the coolness of early spring, yet was also wrapped in the scorching heat that had been suppressed all the way. Lin Xi could smell the faint scent of jasmine perfume on him, hmm... it seemed to be the bottle she placed on her dressing table.

The predator in his mouth invaded deeper and deeper. Lin Xi felt weak all over and could only let his thumb with thin calluses stroke the sensitive skin behind her ear. She couldn't help but tense her toes.

After being married for many years, Song Guanwen has already explored Lin Xi's body more familiarly than the lines on his own palms.

Every time they made love was like a carefully choreographed symphony, perfect from the overture to the climax. But when it came to kissing, he stubbornly retained the sense of ritual from his wedding.

Lin Xi still remembers the first time they kissed, when Song Guanwen was so nervous that he knocked her lower lip until it bled.

At that time, he apologized in a panic, but when she laughed, he couldn't help but move closer, like the clumsy dog Huang in the educated youth compound. Later, he gradually became proficient, but he always liked to hold her face and rub it slowly when he was excited, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy.

Only in the rare moments when she lost control, such as when she deliberately rubbed his knees in her newly bought silk nightgown, or when she came up to him at the entrance when she returned from a business trip, would Song Guanwen's eyes turn red and he would look a little fierce.

But even so, he would suddenly brake in the heat of passion and instead use a gentle attack that seemed to scratch an itch through a shoe, breaking down her defenses inch by inch.

Lin Xi once joked that this was some kind of strange obsession, but Song Guanwen just smiled and rubbed her earlobe with his nose, and then swallowed all her voice.

But today, Song Guanwen seemed like a different person. His kiss was quick and fierce, with irresistible force. Lin Xi could even clearly feel every trace of the kiss on her lips.

First there was a slight stinging sensation, as if being burned by something hot, then it turned into numbness, and finally turned into a burning itch that spread from the lips to the bottom of the heart.

The smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth. Lin Xi, feeling dizzy, couldn't tell whether it came from her or Song Guanwen, and subconsciously wanted to step back.

But as soon as she moved her tongue slightly, Song Guanwen noticed her intention and grabbed the back of her head and pressed deeper into him.

The tangling sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet entrance hall, and the two people's breathing intertwined, so hot that it almost melted them.

"Hmm! Shoes..." Taking advantage of the breath, Lin Xi turned her head with some difficulty, and her hot cheek brushed against Song Guanwen's chin, which was covered with sweat. "Ha... I haven't taken off my shoes yet..."

"Well... I'll drag you later." Song Guanwen held Lin Xi's face, put his forehead against hers, responded softly, and then kissed her lips again.

The scene in front of her became dark again. Lin Xi, with her limbs weak, had no energy to concentrate and figure out whether he was saying "take off her shoes" or "mop the floor" later. She obediently closed her eyes and fell completely into Song Guanwen's arms.

His steps retreated in a messy tangle, and his heels tripped over the scattered suitcase handles. Song Guanwen held Lin Xi's neck with one hand, entangled with her lips and teeth, and held her waist with the other hand, leading her around the entrance screen and stumbling towards the living room.