Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 11

At that moment, Qi Ye's brain buzzed.

He wanted to remove a rose stem from the bouquet in Fu Wan's hand, and hit it on his head to see if he could gently wake up his sleeping heart.

Fu Wan's skin is very thin. When he turned his head sideways, the fair skin around his neck seemed to be painted with a soft light under the light. His slightly long hair, highlighted with silver-gray hair, was pushed behind his ears by himself, revealing the tips of his ears. There was a natural pale pink on the top, the shirt was unbuttoned and the neckline was open, and a pair of slender and clean fingers were leisurely playing with the safety button around the neck.

Seeing that his brother hadn't moved for a long time, Fu Wan urged, "Hurry up, brother, otherwise I'll feel almost mean, with so many eyes staring at me."

Qi Ye was still on standby, until Fu Wan said unhappily, "Can you still do it, or I'll find some smart mosquitoes to bite me."

Sensing his unhappiness, Qi Ye turned on the phone slowly again: "I'll do it."

Fu Wan didn't like to use any men's perfume, and there was only the fresh smell of clean clothes between the collars. Qi Ye's slightly cool fingers rested on the side of his neck, and pressed slightly: "How is this place?"

"Not good." Fu Wan turned her head to the other side, "The altitude is too low, I can't see, go up."

If it wasn't conspicuous, then wouldn't it be in vain for him to suffer.

Qi Ye's fingertips pressed against the line of his neck, moved up a little, and made his breathing as smooth and gentle as possible: "Is it okay here?"

"Hmm..." Fu Wan felt a little itchy from this movement, and he realized that the skin on his neck seemed to be more sensitive, "Or the left side, my left side seems to be more handsome than the right side."

Qi Ye was about to be laughed at by him, he had never seen someone who had to pick a prime location for growing a small strawberry.

After three or five times, Fu Wan stopped being picky, closed her eyes peacefully, and tilted her head slightly. He sat on the dry sink in the bathroom. To facilitate Qi Ye's movements, he even separated his legs a little, and hung his legs around Qi Ye's waist with peace of mind.

Qi Ye's hand on his shoulder just stopped for a moment, and moved closer to him.

Fu Wan's neck felt a little warm, Qi Ye pressed the back of his head with one hand, hugged him with the other, sucking kisses restrainedly and carefully, he actually didn't know much about how hickeys were made, but Qi Ye treated him with The method is very gentle, without the exaggerated sense of "mottled marks all over the body after one night" in the novel.

It's just a little itchy, soft, like the petals of the beginning of spring falling into Pinghu, and like the feathers of a tired bird floating in the clouds.

"Brother." He reached out and pushed Qi Ye away, "Let's see the effect."

Qi Ye lowered his eyelids and lowered the corners of his mouth. He turned his body slightly and stood facing the sink, shielding his body's subtle reactions. Fu Wan turned around to face the mirror, and looked at the mirror with her neck straightened.

The tails of Qi Ye's slightly long eyes were pressed down, and the long eyelashes drooped. Qi Ye in the mirror looked at Fu Wan from the corner of his eye.

He would inevitably want to deceive himself, wondering how Fu Wan felt about the intimate gesture just now.

"How do you feel?" Qi Ye asked.