eurekapd Chapter 1317 Yun Rui's sincerity: the beauty trap
Chapter 1317 Yun Rui's sincerity: the beauty trap
Gu Yunxi deliberately rubbed the tip of her nose against his, like a naughty little animal: "Can you please stop working?"
She unbuttoned his pajamas and ran her fingertips over the hollow of his collarbone, where the shallow scar she had bitten was still visible. "Today... stay with me."
Qi Ruixiang paused. He looked at the watery light in her eyes, at her lips moving closer to his, and the pent-up irritability and fatigue in his heart suddenly deflated like a popped balloon.
He picked her up by the waist and walked towards the bedroom. His steps were a little unsteady, but with unquestionable tenderness.
When the quilt fell, it raised fine dust, which danced in the moonlight.
Gu Yunxi put her arms around his neck and tilted her neck back, feeling his hot breath on her sensitive collarbone.
She could feel his restraint, like a fully drawn bowstring, and every inch of his touch was filled with cautious exploration, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
"Ruixiang..." She called his name softly, her fingertips tracing the outline of his brow bone, "Don't hold it in."
Qi Ruixiang's movements suddenly paused, and then like a lit fuse, all his forbearance turned into a raging fire.
He bit her earlobe, his voice thick with nasal sounds: "Yunxi... I love you."
The moonlight from outside the window filtered through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the bed sheets. Gu Yunxi cooperated by lifting her legs, feeling his tension gradually relax, and her fingertips gently drew circles on his back.
She could feel his changes, from initial restraint to later indulgence, like a stone sinking in warm water, slowly letting down all defenses.
"Today... I was wrong." Gu Yunxi's voice was filled with tears and small gasps, "Please don't be angry with me, okay?"
Qi Ruixiang's movements suddenly stopped, and he turned over and pressed her under him. The moonlight illuminated his red eyes. "I haven't been with you enough lately."
He kissed away her tears, which fell one by one on the corners of her eyes, nose, and lips.
"It's my fault... I made you feel wronged."
Gu Yunxi shook her head and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.
She knew that this reconciliation might only be temporary. As long as the mystery of "Nightingale" still shrouded them like a shadow, the previous lingering affection would be nothing but an illusion that could be easily broken...
The moonlight leaking in through the gaps in the curtains cast tiny spots of light on Gu Yunxi's sweaty collarbone.
Qi Ruixiang supported himself with his elbows, and his fingertips brushed across her undulating waistline, causing a shudder.
The bed sheets had already been crumpled into a mess, mixed with lavender shower gel and ambiguous scent, fermenting into a sticky sweetness in the enclosed space.
Her breathing brushed evenly across his chest, and her hair occasionally brushed against his skin unconsciously, causing a suppressed groan in his throat.
This interaction, which lasted nearly four hours, was more of a struggle to measure each other's temperature than a passionate one.
When Gu Yunxi leaned in front of him, her silk nightgown had already been rubbed to her waist, her hair gently brushed across his chest as she moved, and her cheeks were flushed an alluring pink with excitement.
She leaned over and nibbled his Adam's apple, her breath carrying warmth and moisture falling into the hollow, her voice sticky in his ears: "Your favorite position..."
Qi Ruixiang suddenly grasped her waist and gently pressed her towards him. The moment they were close to each other, he could clearly feel her response, like a vine entwining a branch.
Her nails dug into his back lightly, leaving shallow red marks, but when he sped up his movements, she suddenly softened and leaned on his shoulder, crying: "You...slow down...you petty man..."
The electronic clock on the bedside table showed five in the morning. Gu Yunxi was already so tired that she leaned in his arms, one leg still on his thigh. The thin layer of sweat on her forehead flowed down her cheek, leaving faint marks on the bed sheet.
Her eyelids were glued together, but she insisted on holding his fingers in her mouth, licking the knuckles clumsily with the tip of her tongue, like a greedy little animal.
When Qi Ruixiang pulled his hand back, the warmth of her fingers was still on his fingertips, and her muffled nasal moans tickled his heart.
As he stood up and put on his robe, the movement elicited a low gasp. He walked to the French window, the nightscape of London spread out beneath his feet, but the reflection in the glass was of a flushed figure in bed—she lay on her side, the rounded curve of her shoulders particularly alluring in the moonlight, the faint trace of dampness in her hair like a spell.
Qi Ruixiang took out a cigarette case, and the flame of the lighter reflected his tense jaw.
He remembered how Gu Yunxi looked when he was aroused, his eyes were blurred, his breathing was rapid, but he was still muttering to himself.
That infatuated look, soaked in tenderness, could disintegrate his rationality more than any love words...
She knew how to tug at his heartstrings.
The earnestness of their lips rubbing against each other and the increasingly tacit interaction were enough to prove that the woman in front of him was occupying all his thoughts at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qi Ruixiang put out his cigarette and turned back to the bed.
Gu Yunxi frowned in her sleep, her small hand unconsciously groping towards him, her fingertips brushing against his arm, causing his breathing to tighten.
He leaned over and pushed aside her sweaty bangs, then kissed her slightly parted lips, tasting the lingering sweetness.
"Bad thing..." He chuckled, his fingertips gently brushing her cheek, "You're restless even in your sleep."
When Qi Ruixiang's fingertips touched the corner of her lips, she suddenly moaned and leaned towards him, like a kitten looking for warmth.
Qi Ruixiang's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
He knew he should stop. This tender moment had hidden her little thoughts from the beginning to the end, but when he gently held her in his arms, all his rationality vanished.
When Gu Yunxi was woken up, she wrapped her arms around his neck with hazy eyes and rubbed her nose against his cheek: "The last time..." She was obviously too sleepy to open her eyes, but she insisted on snuggling into his arms, like a flower enjoying itself in the spring breeze.
By the end of the second round, the sky was already turning pale.
Gu Yunxi fell into a deep sleep, the blush on her cheeks and the scattered hair complemented each other, forming a gorgeous painting.
Qi Ruixiang kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes and stroked her hair with his fingertips, where his warmth still remained.
He went to the cloakroom and took out her favorite light gray suit, but stared at the bite mark on his arm while ironing it.
That was the place where she gently bit it when she was aroused. The tooth mark was shallow, like a hot brand.
He thought of how she was speechless in his embrace and could only express her joy with sobs, and suddenly he laughed softly.
Fine. Since she was using tenderness as bait, he was willing to take the bait...
When Gu Yunxi woke up, he smelled the scent of toast mixed with sunshine.
She walked out of the bedroom barefoot and watched Qi Ruixiang wearing an apron and washing dishes in the kitchen. The morning light outlined the crisscrossing red marks on his back, and the warmth made her legs weak.
She hugged him from behind, her whole body pressed against his back, her fingertips gently scratching the red marks: "Does it hurt?"
Qi Ruixiang turned off the faucet, turned around and pressed her onto the countertop.
The kiss fell with the coolness of mint toothpaste, but became hot when it touched her lips.
His hand gently wrapped around her waist, his fingertips carrying lingering warmth, his voice hoarse as sandpaper: "Compared to your tears last night... this little pain is nothing?"
Breakfast slowly cooled on the dining table, but no one cared - the crisp sound of porcelain clinking against each other soon rang out in the kitchen, mixed with the woman's cheerful laughter and the man's deep response, weaving an impenetrable web of love in the morning light.
He knew that this peace maintained with tenderness was ultimately illusory, but he was willing to drown himself in this moment of tenderness.
When Gu Yunxi leaned in his arms and smiled with her eyebrows curved, he whispered in her ear: "Yunxi, even if it's temporary... just finish this scene, okay?"