Chapter 126:
Pei Yuzhou lifted his head from her neck hollow, his hand restless, wandering over her curves, thin lips moving slightly, just about to speak when Meng Shuyou suddenly covered them.
She said, “I’ve been drawing it for a long time, you’re not allowed to say you dislike it.”
Pei Yuzhou raised his brow bone, “So domineering?”
His broad palm pressed against her skin, kneading freely.
Meng Shuyou bit her lip, her voice slightly hoarse, “Learned it from you.”
“Dragging me into it again?” Pei Yuzhou gripped her wrist and pressed it to the bed, no patience to waste time with her, leaning down to kiss her again.
Meng Shuyou’s fingertips curled up, probably the alcohol in her body acting up, her whole body heating up, obediently responding to his kiss.
The pecking kisses sounded ambiguously sticky.
She was almost out of breath, in a daze, she heard Pei Yuzhou say—
“I like it a lot.”
“But you’re the gift.”
His breath fell by her ear, tingling and itchy, her heartbeat surging and fluctuating.
In the midst of their inseparable intimacy, a knock at the door suddenly rang out abruptly.
“Knock knock—”
Meng Shuyou pushed at him, asking muffledly, “Who’s knocking…”
Pei Yuzhou pulled back his reason, grabbed the silk quilt to cover her, got up and went to open the door.
Tina stood at the doorway holding a porcelain bowl, not daring to look more, “Mister, Miss Elara’s hangover soup is ready.”
She vaguely heard movement from this room, unsure whether to disturb, after much thought still chose to knock, worried Miss Elara would have a headache tomorrow after sleeping drunk.
Pei Yuzhou took the bowl, closed the door, and returned to the bedside.
Meng Shuyou was completely wrapped in the quilt, like a cicada pupa.
Pei Yuzhou set down the bowl, fished the little girl up, “Drink the hangover soup first.”
Meng Shuyou smelled ginger, frowning in dislike, “I don’t want to drink it.”
“Don’t want to or not, you have to drink it, who told you to drink so much alcohol.”
She acted spoiled, flopping back onto the bed, “No, so sleepy…”
Pei Yuzhou patted her hip through the quilt, “Don’t cry with a headache tomorrow.”
Meng Shuyou said muffledly, “I won’t cry.”
She had closed her eyes and was sleeping soundly when a kiss suddenly fell, parting her lips and teeth.
Immediately, warm liquid accompanied by breath passed into her mouth, sliding down her throat.
The taste of ginger, lemon, and honey filled her taste buds.
Meng Shuyou was forced to swallow, a bit spilling from the corner of her mouth, kissed away by the man.
Pei Yuzhou pinched her chin, “Drink it yourself, or shall I feed you?”
Meng Shuyou glared at him unhappily, “I dislike you.”
Pei Yuzhou’s eye corner hooked lightly, “So you want me to feed you mouthful by mouthful.”
“No!” Meng Shuyou compromised, “I’ll drink it myself.”
Pei Yuzhou helped her up, held the bowl to her lips, watching her drink half a bowl in small sips.
Her stomach was only that big, Pei Yuzhou didn’t force her to finish, put the bowl back on the bedside table, and carried her to the bathroom to bathe.
The frosted glass door closed.
Moments later, the sound of water from the shower mixed with light and heavy gasps faintly transmitted.
In the misty steam, the man’s strong and muscular physique completely enveloped the little girl, pressing her against the wall to suck and kiss.
The shower faced a large mirror, the visual impact from the size difference very direct.
Water droplets dripped from his shoulders downward, sliding over his broad and tight lats, lines and outline clear and distinct, arm veins winding, sexy and bulging.
The explosive power of male hormones vigorous and exuberant.
Meng Shuyou was kissed breathless, her whole body wrapped in water mist and steam, scorching hot.
Their voices intermittent.
“Aren’t we bathing?”
“This is bathing.”
“Who bathes like this…”
She clung entirely to Pei Yuzhou’s body, senses overwhelmed, nerve endings trembling.
