pjbooks Chapter 145 I choose C
Chapter 145 I choose C
Su Qingyao was completely drunk.
She stopped talking, just nestled in his arms, buried her face in his chest, and occasionally hummed softly.
Wen Yu looked down at her.
The baby has long eyelashes that cast a small shadow under his eyes, a red nose, slightly parted lips, and even breathing.
so cute.
How can it be so beautiful?
Wen Yu smiled, got up, and carried her across the courtyard. The guesthouse room was on the second floor, and the wooden stairs creaked as you stepped on them.
Su Qingyao snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his chest and letting out a muffled murmur.
Wen Yu kicked the door open and put her on the bed.
The Tibetan-style bed was low and covered with thick woolen felt. She sank into it, feeling like a soft, fluffy little animal.
Wen Yu stood by the bed, looking at her.
The light from the hearth shone through the window, casting dappled shadows on her face.
She looked so peaceful as she slept, her breathing soft and her lips slightly parted, as if she might say something silly at any moment.
He bent down to take off her shoes and coat. As he pulled the zipper down from the collar, just halfway down, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Wen Yu looked up.
Su Qingyao opened her eyes, which were no longer hazy but instead shone brightly in the night.
"Baby?"
Su Qingyao didn't speak, she just stared at him.
That gaze was so direct, so direct that Wen Yu's breath hitched for a moment.
Then she spoke.
His voice was a little hoarse, with the languor unique to those who have been drinking, and every word was like a hook dipped in honey.
"husband."
She calls him husband?
Wen Yu's breath hitched.
She never called him that on her own initiative, except when he forced her into it during sex.
Normally she's called Wenyu, but when she's in a good mood, she's called Yuyu Baby.
Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and the next second, Su Qingyao casually dropped a bombshell.
I choose C.
Something exploded in Wen Yu's mind.
He froze there.
He held her hand tightly, forgetting to move, but his blood seemed to be on fire, rushing wildly from his heart to every part of his body.
Su Qingyao waited for two seconds, but didn't get a response from him. She frowned and snorted in dissatisfaction.
Then she propped herself up, reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling it down forcefully.
Caught off guard, Wen Yu was pulled down and bent over, his hands bracing on either side of her body.
Her face was very close.
His breath reeked of alcohol, along with that familiar, intoxicating fragrance emanating from her.
"I said," she said, emphasizing each word as she looked into his eyes, "I choose C."
Wen Yu's eyes reddened.
It was the red of a wild beast seeing its prey willingly walk into a trap; his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"Baby, do you know what you're saying?"
"I know," she answered confidently.
Then she pushed hard, and Wen Yu was pushed backward and fell onto the bed.
The next second, Su Qingyao straddled him.
Wen Yu never imagined that he would have such a day.
His baby pressed him down on his body.
At this moment, Su Qingyao's eyes shone brightly, her cheeks were flushed, and her breath was hot. She looked down at him as if she were looking at a delicious dish waiting to be enjoyed.
"Don't move, puppy."
"I am the master, and I make the decisions."
Then she lowered her head and kissed him, starting from his brow, down to his nose, to his lips, to his chin, and to his Adam's apple.
Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his hands clenched tightly on the wool felt beneath him, his knuckles turning white.
"Baby……"
His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against iron.
Su Qingyao ignored him, her kisses traveling downwards—to her chest, her abs, and further down...
Wen Yu gasped.
He sat up abruptly, cupped her face in his hands, and forced her to look at him.
"Baby." He called her name, his voice taut like a string about to snap.
"You've had too much to drink. Do you even know what you're doing?"
Su Qingyao blinked, then suddenly smiled, a smile that was both adorable and alluring, like a cat that had just stolen some fish.
"Yes, I know," she said. "I'm here."
She pulled her hand away from his and lowered her head again.
Wen Yu tilted his head back, his neck taut in a straight line, veins bulging.
All attention was focused on one thing, and the excitement was uncontrollable.
Then, he shuddered.
Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice broke.
He looked down at her.
She looked up at him from in front of him. He had such an innocent face and such pure eyes, yet he was doing such a thing.
She was charming and sexy, even tilting her head to seduce him.
"Wenyu, you're eating well."
The stark contrast shocked him so much that his mind trembled violently, and Wen Yu's rationality completely collapsed.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, then kissed her.
The kiss was fierce, so fierce it felt like he wanted to tear her apart and devour her.
Her lips were being bitten by him, her tongue was being entangled with his, her breath was being stolen by him, and her consciousness was being invaded by him. She tried to push him away to catch her breath, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them above her head, giving her no chance to escape.
"Wenyu".
She called his name, and he responded, but his movements didn't stop.
Su Qingyao held his head in her arms, ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.
She closed her eyes and began to enjoy herself, when suddenly she let out a muffled groan. Wen Yu stopped and looked down at her nervously.
"pain?"
She shook her head.
Wen Yu kissed her eyes gently.
But Su Qingyao refused to give in.
She clung to him and hugged him.
She said, Wenyu, you.
She said, "Husband, it's me."
Wenyu is completely out of control.
The wool blanket was soft, and our bodies were hot.
Wen Yu carried Su Qingyao from one end of the bed to the other, and from the bed to the window.
He pinned her against the window frame; outside the window were snow-capped mountains, prayer flags, and a sky full of stars.
She tilted her head back, the moonlight shining on her face and into her eyes, making her look like a goddess.
Wen Yu hugged Su Qingyao tightly and said from the bottom of his heart, "Baby, I love you."
Wen Yu was met with Su Qingyao's increasingly proactive actions.
That night, the fairies fought too fiercely and absurdly.
In the end, Su Qingyao didn't even remember when she fell asleep, only Wen Yu's burning body temperature and overflowing love.
Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and her consciousness slowly sank. Before she fell into darkness, she felt Wen Yu hug her tightly.
When I woke up again, sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, drawing a golden line on the floor.
Su Qingyao stared at that line for a long time.
where is this?
Last night's memories flooded back like a tide.
Scene after scene, frame after frame, were so clear that she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
She slapped her forehead in frustration.
How could she not know that she would look like that when she drank too much!
Did she say those words? Did she do those things?
The person who pushed Wen Yu onto the bed, looked down at him, and said "I want to—"—was that her?
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