Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

"Brother Xiaoyu..." Zhou Shuwan seemed to laugh softly, and his hands climbed up his shoulders softly and bonelessly.

Qi Mingyu's body trembled slightly.

Then he felt her hands gently wrap around his waist and her body pressed against his back.

Her breath sprayed behind his ear, and the warm breath made him close his eyes involuntarily, with sweat sliding down his forehead: "Wanwan..."

His breath was labored.

"Brother Xiaoyu, I want to wash too."

Two people squeezed into a small bathtub, skin touching skin, warmth passing through...

A kind of fishing net in my heart is slowly rising.

Qi Mingyu knew it was not convenient now, as his father-in-law, mother-in-law and Mu Mu were all waiting on the deck for them to come in after washing.

People were walking in the corridor from time to time.

This is not the right place.

But, he couldn't control himself.

After losing his sight, he could no longer see the people and things around him.

I can only imagine and describe Zhou Shuwan's figure in my mind.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the time when the two of them had just gotten married, that uninhibited feeling, that tenderness, that fusion of passion and enjoyment...

Zhou Shuwan seemed to have no idea what he was thinking. After teasing him a few times, she carefully rubbed his back and took a shower for herself.

Her small, boneless hands rubbed her back, chest, and abdomen...

Qi Mingyu's sense of touch and taste are more sensitive than before.

He felt like he was trapped in a sweet trap, unable to break free, yet reluctant to let go...

When both of them came out of the bathtub, Qi Mingyu finally couldn't help it. He suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhou Shuwan's wrist with quite a lot of force, almost as a subconscious action.

His breathing was rapid, and although his eyes were still empty, there was a flicker of indescribable emotion in them.

"Wanwan..." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of suppressed pain.

Zhou Shuwan scolded him: "You pinched me and hurt me, why are you acting like a barbarian..."

Qi Mingyu could see that she did it on purpose.

He gritted his teeth lightly: "Wanwan..."

He froze as the other person's tongue stretched out and licked his ear.

His rationality snapped, and he suddenly released her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

He was quite strong, almost eager to keep her to himself.

The big hand groped to her chin, pinched it, and then the warm lips came closer.

His breathing was rapid, and his big tongue entangled with her small tongue with a bit of roughness and eagerness.

Zhou Shuwan did not resist, but responded to him obediently.

Her hands gently wrapped around his waist, and her fingertips gently stroked his back, as if to soothe his inner restlessness.

Their kiss grew deeper and deeper, nearly taking each other's breath away.

Qi Mingyu's hands tightened around her waist with such force that he almost rubbed her into his body.

This is a hearty yet depressing love exchange.

Because they were worried that the dormitory door was not soundproof, neither of them dared to make any noise. The noise they made was very small, but very exciting.

When the two of them were finally lying on the bed, breathing slightly, Zhou Shuwan's hand gently stroked his cheek, and his fingertips lightly stroked his tightly closed eyelids.

Her movements were gentle, with a hint of soothing.

Qi Mingyu's body trembled slightly and his mood became very calm.

He leaned in again, and the kiss gradually became gentle, with a hint of reluctance and attachment.

They kissed for a long time until both of their breathing became rapid again, and then they slowly separated.

Qi Mingyu still held her tightly, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his breathing a little disordered.

Zhou Shuwan patted his back gently and whispered, "Brother Xiaoyu, let's dry our bodies first, don't catch a cold."

Qi Mingyu nodded slightly, then let her go and let her help him dry his body.

Zhou Shuwan's movements were very gentle, her fingertips lightly stroking his skin, causing a slight tremor.

A smile appeared on Qi Mingyu's lips.

After drying his body, Zhou Shuwan helped him put on his clothes, and then quickly changed his own clothes.

She put the bathtub into the space, opened the window to ventilate for a while, and made sure that no traces were left in the dormitory.