Perhaps it was because Fu Yisi also tasted blood, the kiss gradually slowed down. Fu Yisi gently licked Ji Sang’s lips with his tongue as if wanting to erase the bloody taste from her mouth.
He didn’t want to sll any of this on Ji Sang at all.
After experiencing such a fervent and intense kiss just now, this kind of tenderness and licking made Ji Sang’s body go soft and tingly, and her hands slowly entwined into Fu Yisi’s hair as they were wrapped around his neck.
Ji Sang was emotionally moved, her breaths short and panting, soft as a ss, utterly boneless, clinging to Fu Yisi’s body. Fu Yisi supported her back with one hand and her buttocks with the other, picking her up and walking straight to the bathroom.
Ji Sang was leaving tomorrow, and Fu Yisi didn’t want to waste a second of ti.
He turned on the bathtub’s faucet, and before the water was filled, he pressed Ji Sang against the wall and kissed her.
His hand was placed behind her to prevent her from touching the cold wall.
But at the mont he entered unexpectedly, Ji Sang’s body trembled with the attack and the scalding heat, still feeling parts of her skin against the cold wall.
The scorching heat from Fu Yisi’s palm, the heat from his body, along with the cold wall, was an undoubtedly stimulating and extre experience.
Ji Sang was light, and their heights matched well, so this position didn’t take too much effort, but it was indeed profoundly deep.
In the bathroom, there was the sound of rushing water, the man’s slightly coarse panting, and the woman’s seductive... gasps.
When the tub was filled, Fu Yisi continued in this posture, holding Ji Sang preparing to get into the bathtub.
At the mont of lifting her leg, Ji Sang was so stimulated that all ten of her toes curled up.
The bathroom was misty with steam, and the heat created a picture as if they were in a fairyland. Ji Sang, already deeply lost this ti, with her mind turned mushy, suddenly made a move at the mont Fu Yisi stepped into the tub, taking the initiative to press him down, making him sit in the bathtub while she was on top...
...
Ji Sang couldn’t rember how many tis she and Fu Yisi had been together last night, nor for how long; she only knew that several tis she felt as if she had drifted away from this world, she and Fu Yisi going to another space, a space that belonged only to them.
They reveled unrestrainedly, enjoyed unrestrainedly.
Only the two of them, they could only hear each other’s voices, and they could only see each other in their eyes.
It was also very strange. Every ti after such exertion previously, Ji Sang would sleep very deeply and for a long ti. But this ti, at dawn, she woke up before Fu Yisi.
When sleeping, Fu Yisi liked to wrap his arms around her waist, and her sleep was never stable; her legs would be draped over him.
Ji Sang tried to lower her legs but felt a soreness on her body, and she let out a soft groan, then decided not to move anymore.
Let it be like this.
Usually, it was Fu Yisi who woke up earlier than her, but now she wanted to take a good look at Fu Yisi’s sleeping face.
That soft call just before did make Fu Yisi frown, but fortunately, he didn’t wake up—just tightened his arm around Ji Sang and lowered his head, finding Ji Sang’s neck naturally and rubbing against it. After slling the familiar scent, he went back to sleep.
Ji Sang smiled silently to herself. No wonder she had been dreaming of puppies while sleeping; it turns out it was Fu Yisi, this "puppy", snuggling against her.
Ji Sang placed her chin on top of Fu Yisi’s head and suddenly rembered the first night she had shared a bed with Fu Yisi in the old Fu Family mansion when she had just returned to the country.
She didn’t rember much, only that she woke up once in the middle of the night and was startled when she saw the man lying rigidly beside her.
Back then, Fu Yisi still slept very primly.
How did he beco so clingy now?
Ji Sang’s smile curved upwards; she liked Fu Yisi’s clinginess a lot.
She also liked how Fu Yisi loved to hold her when they slept, his embrace was always so warm, so secure.
But for the next month, she would have to sleep alone in a cold bed without Fu Yisi’s embrace, bearing the yearning for him.
Thinking of this, Ji Sang felt incredibly warm at the mont.
She etched Fu Yisi’s sleeping face in her eyes, then closed her eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep.
...
The next ti Ji Sang woke up, it was to Fu Yisi’s kisses.
The day was already bright. After freshening up and having brunch, it was ti for her to set off.
Ji Sang rarely acted spoiled but now lingered in bed.
"Don’t want to get up."
Fu Yisi chuckled and kneeled on one leg on the bed, leaned down, pinched Ji Sang’s perky nose, and asked softly,
"So, do you plan not to go?"
Ji Sang pursed her lips and said nothing.
After all the preparation, how could she not go?
She rely craved the warmth of the bed at this mont, the scent of ho.
Before parting, she just wanted to act a little spoiled in front of Fu Yisi.
Fu Yisi saw through her little sche but didn’t call her out on it. Instead, he gently tickled Ji Sang’s sensitive spots over the blanket.
If she wanted to be spoiled, he would indulge her childish side.
Ji Sang couldn’t hold out for five seconds before curling up from Fu Yisi’s tickling, the room filled with her laughter.
"Stop tickling, stop, it’s too ticklish."
Fu Yisi’s hands halted, asking,
"So, is our little lazybones still going to loaf in bed?"
Ji Sang smiled till a tear rolled out from the corner of her eye, shaking her head repeatedly,
"Not loafing, not loafing anymore."
This session of bed-loafing ended up not just with tickling from Fu Yisi but also with a new nickna for her, clearly not worth it.
Ji Sang touched the teardrop at the corner of her eye, opened her eyes to see Fu Yisi looking at her tenderly, felt a stirring in her heart, and reached out,
"Hug."
Fu Yisi smiled, leaned down further. He kissed her eyelids first, and then picked Ji Sang up from the blankets as if holding a child.
"Ow, our Ji Xiaosang is finally willing to get up."
Upon hearing this, Ji Sang wrinkled her nose and huffed,
"First I’m a little lazybones, now I’m Ji Xiaosang, how many nicknas do you plan to give , Fu Yisi?"
She just lazed in bed for a bit.
"Isn’t it childish? Already in your twenties, almost thirty."
Fu Yisi curled the corner of his mouth slightly, tightened his grip gently, and gave Ji Sang a little bounce.
It made her let out a soft cry and quickly clung to his neck.
"Whether it’s the little lazybones or Ji Xiaosang, in the end, you’re all my Mrs. Fu."
Fu Yisi held her into the bathroom but didn’t plan on putting her down. He first prepared the mouthwash and toothbrush, then shifted the way he was holding Ji Sang, allowing her to freshen up in his arms.
Ji Sang, for the first ti, actually went along with it, rightfully indulging in brushing her teeth in his embrace.
When washing her face, she even playfully got so foam on Fu Yisi’s eyebrows.
"Ah, Fu Yisi, look how you’ve aged."
The man chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating slightly. He took so foam from Ji Sang’s face and dabbed it on her collarbone,
"Who’s the one being childish?"
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