Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The entangled legs stumbled into the hard edge of the sofa, and then fell unbalanced into the soft depression. The black leather surface was slightly wrinkled, making a slight "creaking" sound.

"Uh...ha..."

The last syllable of Lin Xi's words was still between her lips and teeth when Song Guanwen held her face and blocked it with a passionate kiss. He held her lower lip and rubbed it gently, and lovingly swept her sensitive lip beads with the tip of his tongue again and again, watching it gradually turn a bright color.

Lin Xi trembled unconsciously, feeling that her breathing seemed to become thinner with each deep kiss. Finally, she couldn't help but put her hand on Song Guanwen's chest, turned her head to avoid his lips and tongue, and gasped heavily.

"Um--"

A strong heartbeat sounded from under the woolen sweater, hitting her fingertips again and again. Song Guanwen suddenly groaned, and his Adam's apple rolled in a sexy arc in her sight.

Song Guanwen suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, guiding it closer to his tense chest, and then all the way down.

The leather sofa made a slight friction sound as they moved, and Lin Xi could clearly feel the outline of the texture under her palm.

Song Guanwen guided her fingers slowly downwards, and every time they passed a place, both of their bodies trembled at the same time.

"Xixi..."

Finally, when Lin Xi's hand reached a certain place, they both groaned at the same time. Song Guanwen subconsciously arched his back and leaned over to put his face close to Lin Xi again.

"Hiss--it hurts..."

A strand of hair on his temples had gotten tangled in his watch at some point, causing a slight stinging sensation as Lin Xi breathed rapidly.

Song Guanwen stopped immediately. A strand of Lin Xi's hair was still tangled on the edge. Song Guanwen carefully untied the hair, and then mercilessly threw the valuable watch onto the coffee table on the side.

The metal watch scraped across the coffee table, making a mournful sound, and then fell into the thick carpet, silently protesting against its owner's bad behavior.

"Wife..."

The glasses on his nose were crooked because of the kiss just now. Song Guanwen looked down at Lin Xi who was slumped in the sofa through his distorted vision.

Her originally tied bun had long since come undone, and her long black hair spread out like seaweed. Some strands of hair even meandered down to the edge of the sofa, almost blending in with the black leather.

The weather was nice today, neither too hot nor too cold, so she only wore a slim beige knitted dress with a long black wool coat.

Song Guanwen had stripped off the black coat at the entrance just as she entered the room, so Lin Xi was only wearing that tight beige knitted dress at the moment.

The light filtering in from the window softly enveloped her, and her beige knitted skirt shone with a gentle and delicate luster under the warm light. Lin Xi sank into the black leather sofa, like a pearl carefully wrapped in a clam shell.

Her dress wasn't really sexy; it had a high neckline, gathered cuffs, and a skirt that fell to her knees, making it the most demure of styles.

But at this moment, the soft knitted fabric clung tightly to her waistline, outlining a slender curve as her breathing rose and fell slightly.

The collar was slightly tilted due to the entanglement just now, revealing a small part of the white collarbone, which was dazzlingly white against the black sofa.

Song Guanwen's gaze seemed to be glued to her, from the slightly red corners of her eyes, to her red lips that were moistened by his sucking, to her chest that rose and fell gently due to her breathing. She was obviously dressed tightly, but she still made people feel extremely sexy.

Perhaps his gaze was too scorching, Lin Xi seemed to sense something and subconsciously reached out to tidy up her messy hair. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she bit her lip, and looked up at him.

"What are you looking at..." she muttered softly, with a lingering gasp in her voice.

"Look at me...Xixi."

Song Guanwen met her eyes that were shining with ripples, and his throat rolled heavily. He suddenly raised his hand, took off the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and threw them to the coffee table beside him. The frames made a crisp sound when they hit the coffee table, but no one paid any attention.

The world suddenly blurred into a soft light, and Lin Xi's face turned into a hazy silhouette in front of him, with only the bright red color of her lips becoming particularly vivid. Song Guanwen narrowed his eyes and instinctively moved closer until he could count her trembling eyelashes.

The vision became blurred, but the sense of touch became clearer and clearer.

In the rich jasmine fragrance, Song Guanwen tasted the mint lipstick remaining on Lin Xi's lips, felt the itch of her small nose rubbing against his own, and the knitted fabric under his fingertips was incredibly soft, rising and falling with her breathing, as if it had merged with her.

The hot breath meandered down, passing over the round lips, small chin, slender neck, and finally stopped on the delicate and slender collarbone.

Song Guanwen applied a little force, and his lips rested on Lin Xi's collarbone, leaving a berry-red mark. Then he extended his tongue tip and gently swept it over it as if to soothe her.

"Uh!"

Lin Xi tensed her toes and let out a short gasp. While her fingertips grasped the material of Song Guanwen's chest, she bit his shoulder.

"Um......"

A low, hoarse response escaped from Song Guanwen's throat, which sounded like satisfaction and urging. One hand reached behind Lin Xi's waist, holding her close to him, while the other free hand neatly unbuttoned his shirt.

Amid the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other, his dazzlingly white yet smoothly contoured chest was exposed inch by inch under the warm light. Lin Xi's fingertips subconsciously touched the grooves of his waist and abdomen, but the moment she felt his scorching body temperature, she wanted to withdraw her fingertips as if she had been electrocuted.

But before she could pull her hand halfway, Song Guanwen grabbed her wrist and pressed her entire palm against his hot skin.

The sound of metal bouncing was particularly clear. The moment his trousers fell to the ground, Song Guanwen bent his knees and pressed them between Lin Xi's knees.

The hem of the beige knitted skirt was slowly pushed up, and Song Guanwen's palm with thin calluses slowly stroked the snow-white thigh, climbing up and inward little by little, stirring up a piece of tiny particles on the delicate skin.

Lin Xi trembled slightly, her insteps straightened unconsciously, and her toes made a slight sound when rubbing against the leather surface of the sofa.

"Squeak-"

The sofa suddenly shook violently, and the middle part of the sofa sank deeply. Lin Xi gasped suddenly, and her breathing rhythm was completely disrupted.

The only sounds in the air were rapid breathing and the moist, secret sounds between lips and teeth, along with the rustling sound of sweaty skin rubbing against the leather of the sofa, echoing in the empty living room.

……

The days in early spring are always extremely short. The pointer on the wall had just pointed to 5 o'clock when the shadow of the sun gradually slid to the west.

When the last ray of sunlight outside the window was swallowed by dusk, a large, bony hand suddenly stretched out from the sunken sofa and turned on the floor lamp beside it.

The ambiguous sound that had paused for a moment sounded again, and the warm yellow light cast two overlapping figures on the wall, swaying in an arc that made people's face hot as they moved, as if they were tireless and would not stop.

The days are short and the nights are long.