The room with the light on was quiet and bright. The French window on the balcony was wide open. Liu Qianxiu got up, pulled the chair away, walked to the door, and opened it.
The door was facing the balcony. The air convection and cold air rushed in as soon as it opened. The heat on Mu Wan’s face blew away, and at the same time, the alcohol on her body was also blown away.
She has white skin, and her face is pink when she blushes. Her face has a faint pink-like blush, lightly covering her whole face like a ripe peach. Under that peach, a little bit of red honey is smeared on her lips, which is beautiful and attractive.
“Liu Qianxiu~.” Mu Wan raised her head and called him, with the corners of her eyes wrinkled and the stars sparkling inside.
His eyes stayed still as Liu Qianxiu looked down at Mu Wan. The faint aroma of wine wrapped around her scent, and the passing breeze from the French windows could not make it go away. He opened his mouth and talked in his deep voice.
“Would you like some water?”
Her throat was burning. After Liu Qianxiu reminded her, Mu Wan only noticed that she put out her tongue, licked her lower lip, and said, “Yes.”
Liu Qianxiu turned his body sideways and let the door open. After the door opens, Mu Wan’s vision becomes clear. She glanced at the balcony, blowing the cold air out of the wind, then went in.
Liu Qianxiu’s room is similar to hers, except that hers is a standard room, and he is a double room. The same bathroom, TV, desk, french window, and balcony. The double bed in the double room is always smaller than the two beds in the standard room, so a long strip-shaped washstand is built between the bathroom and the double bed.
The room was not only cold and empty but also clean and tidy. The original warmth and fireworks disappeared when Liu Qianxiu, pure-hearted and undesirable, entered the door. He looks calm and indifferent, but in fact, he is very aggressive. Everything he has, everywhere he has been, and even the people he has come into contact with can be purified and contaminated with pure emotions.
The kettle and the cup were on the desk, and the long wooden desk reached from the corner of the French window to the bedside table. Its style differs from the one in Mu Wan’s room, so Liu Qianxiu must have brought it himself.
There was half-warm boiling water in the kettle. Liu Qianxiu picked the kettle up and poured the water into a cup. A clean cup is like a milk cup, with a slender body and a thick bottom. The cup gradually filled with water, and Mu Wan listened to the slight sound of pouring water. With Liu Qianxiu under the light, her eyes moved, and her body became warmer. Then, she stepped forward and said, “I’ll do it myself.”
Baijiu (white wine) was full of vigour. Mu Wan just stood for a while before she forgot her sense of balance. With a slight groan, Mu Wan’s body tilts, and her hand holds on to something.
When a person falls, he has a lot of strength and may pull the point of force together to fall down. But the one Mu Wan was holding stood firm and motionless. Even the water in the cup in his hand didn’t spill half of it.
Mu Wan grabbed Liu Qianxiu’s clothes.
She hung her head slightly, her heart beating against her eardrums, and her earlobes were hot. The texture of cotton and linen on her hands was a little stiff, but it wasn’t as hard as this man under his clothes.
The cold air gradually melted with the temperature of her body.
Mu Wan looked up at Liu Qianxiu and looked down at her. Mu Wan’s eyelashes trembled as though her eyes were pierced by light. She retracted her gaze to look at Liu Qianxiu, stood on tiptoe, and clutched at Liu Qianxiu’s clothing corner. Then she moved to reach the cup and drank it like a kitten.
Her dry lips were moist, and it moistened the throat together. Mu Wan’s body was terribly hot, but the man beside her seemed cold. She twitched her tongue slightly and then looked up at Liu Qianxiu again.
The air was quiet. Only the rustle of clothes rubbing together was heard.
Mu Wan looked at Liu Qianxiu. Her lips moved slightly, her arms gradually stretched out from the corners of Liu Qianxiu’s clothes, and she wrapped around his narrow, muscular waist.
“Liu Qianxiu...it’s so cold~” Mu Wan murmured.
His eyes were hazy, and the heat gushed on the side of Liu Qianxiu’s cold, white, slender neck. Mu Wan laughed, then leaned over and put her face on it.
Almost immediately, the warmth and the cold met. Mu Wan’s body shrank slightly in Liu Qianxiu’s arms. The delicate and cold skin eased her heat, and Mu Wan felt somewhat tired. She hugged Liu Qianxiu and gradually leaned back but did not fall down.
Liu Qianxiu is like a statue of Buddha, standing still.
Mu Wan raised her eyes, frowning slightly, with a hint of grievance in her tone.
“I’m going to lie down.”
As soon as she spoke, the breath of wine filled the air.
Liu Qianxiu lowered his head and looked at Mu Wan, obviously drunk. He pressed the corner of his lips and put the cup in her hand. The bottom of the thick glass touched the wooden tabletop, making a dull sound. Mu Wan lost her balance, fell backwards, and pulled Liu Qianxiu down. Her back sank on the soft bed, and Liu Qianxiu’s hands were trapped in her ear.
Liu Qianxiu supported his body and hung over her. Although he didn’t touch her, the moment Mu Wan pulled him down, she was immediately surrounded by the smell of his body.
Mu Wan’s body heats up again.
The two were close to each other. Mu Wan looked at Liu Qianxiu’s lips, and her body seemed to melt. Her lips trembled slightly, and her throat choked with heat.
The woman in his arms is as beautiful as water. Her cheeks are pale pink, her eyes are sparkling, and she is staring straight at him. Liu Qianxiu put his hands on her side, looked down at her eyes, and remained motionless.
The two were confronting each other. After a while, Liu Qianxiu opened his mouth and spoke first. He sighed with a low voice and said calmly: “You drunk last time. But it wasn’t like this.”
Mu Wan’s pupils shrank slightly.
Holding Mu Wan’s hand on his waist, Liu Qianxiu picked up Mu Wan and put her on the bed. Mu Wan lay flat on the big soft bed. On the bed, her body gradually cooled down, and the man beside her said in a deep voice, “You should sleep for a while.”
With that, he turned off the light in the room, got up, and walked to the desk. Then he turned on the desk lamp beside the desk, and the small lamp light poured on and covered him all at once.
He pulled his chair back and sat down, continuing to read the unfinished document.
The alcohol in Mu Wan’s body began to ferment, and Liu Qianxiu’s figure became hazier became hazier in her sight. But when Mu Wan became soberer, her brain was dull and painful.
Wine makes one brave. She had the courage, temptation, and seduction, but the man refused.
The man under the light of the table lamp has a solemn look and a cold temperament. His slender and beautiful fingers are tapping back and forth on the mouse, his eyes focused.
A lone lamp, a book, an immortal...,
The immortal has no emotions or desires. He might be moved by ordinary people’s hearts, but it isn’t now or necessarily her. The body heat faded, and Mu Wan gradually became cold.
She shrank a little.
Liu Qianxiu noticed it and looked up. On the bed, Mu Wan closed her eyes tightly. Her small face under her black hair had turned white, her eyes were closed, and her red lips pressed tightly. The outline of her body under the quilt curled up into a small ball.
Liu Qianxiu got up and walked to the door to turn off the central air conditioner.
The air-conditioning in the room gradually disappeared, and a warm wind blew from the French windows with damp moisture. It will be cloudy in the afternoon and seemed going to rain.
Mu Wan was disheartened and huddled into the quilt. Her consciousness gradually emptied, and she really went to sleep.
The shallow breathing gradually deepened inside the room, accompanied by a strong wind outside the window.
He looked away from the computer screen, and his eyes fell on the woman on the bed. She was fast asleep, but she didn’t sleep very well. She put her hands outside, clasped over the quilt, and frowning.
Liu Qianxiu watched her for a while. The wind grew louder, bringing the smell of wet rain. He returned to his senses and looked out the window.
He got up from the chair, and his movements were small, so the silence and tranquillity in the room did not break a bit. When Liu Qianxiu walked to the balcony, the drizzle came with the wind.
It’s raining.
After closing the French windows, Liu Qianxiu returned to the room. He glanced at the woman on the bed, and there was no sign of waking up. Withdrawing his eyes, Liu Qianxiu got up and left the room.
When Mu Wan woke up, it was six in the morning.
The headache caused by the hangover made her wake up with a little bit of air. Her small faces wrinkled together, and her body turned over after her grunt.
She is used to living in a single bed. When she turns over, her legs will reach the edge of the bed, but today she did not.
Mu Wan opened her eyes. She seemed to have not sobered up yet, and she was still replaying yesterday’s memories. The memory flashed back, and Mu Wan sat up from the bed.
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