Qian Meigui sat on an armchair near the sofa. She bundled herself up with a blanket as she crossed her arms over her knee.
She glanced over at the gla.s.s windows where the moonlight peered through with a ray. She followed the light, as it rested on Song Sheng"s handsome face.
His long eyelashes fluttered, his jaw hard and tight. His dark hair tumbled over his face. His white-collared s.h.i.+rt hugged and traced the outlines of his muscles. Qian Meigui looked away, d.a.m.ning her mind for having such intrusive thoughts.
She tried to sleep sitting up when she heard the crack of his voice, "Water," he said dryly.
Qian Meigui stood up and tip-toed towards the kitchen. She grabbed a gla.s.s and ran water in it. She was thankful for helping him put away his things, as she knows where everything belongs by heart.
She swiftly approached him with water and placed the cup to his lips. Qian Meigui helped him sit up to drink the contents down without choking. He drank the water within two gulps, and she ran to give him more water.
Afterward, she found some bread and approached him. She ripped the food in pieces and began to feed him. He ate slowly and stopped. He then laid back down.
"You have to try to get the alcohol out of your system," she said.
Song Sheng opened his eyes and glanced at her with a deep gaze. His hair tousled over his eyes; he appeared more charming than usual.
Qian Meigui pouted at him for not listening when his hand reached up to tuck a strand behind her ear. Slowly, his hand moved down to caress her cheek. Qian Meigui froze, hovered above him.
His fingers twirled between her brown strands. His hand slowly moved up to caress her chin. His fingers continued to roam her face, stopping at the seams of her lips. Her lips parted open in surprise. What has gotten into him?
"Your hair is beautiful," he said. Qian Meigui smiled grimly, "Thank you," she responded.
She knew that in his state, he would say anything incomprehensible. So she disregarded his compliment.
Song Sheng looked at her directly. His golden-brown eyes narrowed and focused on her face. His incessant stare was scorching, and she did not know what to think of it.
Her chest sped up rapidly, and she tried to stand to prevent him from hearing the beats of her heart, but he quickly pulled her into his embrace.
Qian Meigui knelt on the ground as Song Sheng held her upper body. She was at a loss for words. He squeezed her tightly, and Qian Meigui thought perhaps he, too, missed her after all this time. Therefore, she leaned in and hugged him back.
After some time, Qian Meigui felt as if she could not breathe. She tried to escape his embrace when she felt him flip her underneath him on the large sofa.
She gazed up at him, his stare hungry and starved. Her heart sped up, and when she tried to move over, he did not let her go.
"Sheng, we both have to sleep."
He brought his face down, close to hers. "Sure," he began, "let"s sleep together." His breath caressed her face warmly and Qian Meigui"s cheeks burned, knowing that this was wrong.
But within the next moment, when she tried to escape, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Qian Meigui stared at him eye-wide, as he kissed her lightly—gently. But then his light peck turned into something ravenous and invading.
Qian Meigui tried to push him. But feeling her resistance, he paused to ask, "Can I?" desperately.
His pleading voice made her feel lost. She nodded enthusiastically, wanting it, and then he pinned her wrists down. His lips roamed over her cheeks, jaw, and neck gently. He kissed his way down when a moan escaped her lips.
Her face flushed at the sound she made. Though Song Sheng noticed and looked at her again with a greedy expression. Soon after, he returned to her lips, pa.s.sionate and eager. Qian Meigui looked at him, her expression equally eager. This time, she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to peer in.
Qian Meigui tried to not let her inexperience show, but it was hard to catch up to him. Though she tried, and their hands began to explore each other"s bodies greedily.
Song Sheng unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt and Qian Meigui reached up to press the hard muscle of his abdomen. Her soft fingers touching his hot skin. His panting breath caressed her skin.
Song Sheng reached down and kissed her again with ferocity. He gripped her waist, and his hand travelled down her legs. She trembled in antic.i.p.ation. She was twenty-two years old and never felt the touch of a man.
They kissed each other with tongue over teeth, and it was something that made her body heat up. It felt good?
He made his way to her neck again, teasing her inner thighs when he suddenly stopped.
Qian Meigui looked down puzzled, to see Song Sheng fast asleep on the crook of her neck. She breathed out deeply, her irregular heartbeat trying to calm. What just happened?
Qian Meigui held onto him, falling into the rhythm of his heartbeat. She wondered what this meant.