Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Her strong and beautiful chest was instantly exposed to the air, bulging into a graceful and smooth curve.

Nan Qiao actually had no control over Shang Ce; his hands were free. When the cold and smooth air, like the skin of a cold-blooded animal, brushed against his chest, he subconsciously raised his hands.

Then, his hand touched Nan Qiao's arm and was stopped in place.

The arm is stuck.

He seemed to be struggling, but finally slowly fell to the bed and curled up into a fist. The fingers were bent, and the nails couldn't help but leave a few sunken little crescents on the fingers.

There was no light in the room, only the cold white soft light pouring down from the full moon hanging under the dome outside the window, like the Milky Way, covering the silent grass and trees, occasionally visiting the two people leaning against each other on the bed.

Everything was quiet, and there was even less sound in the room.

Nan Qiao's expression was as usual, Shang Ce's expression was slightly blank, and his breathing was shallow. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

The ointment had a soft, jelly-like texture, and the moment the cold touch touched the skin, Shang Ce's breathing stopped for a moment.

The thin layer of ointment was slowly spread by warm fingers, with gentle and gentle movements.

Even gentle friction cannot suppress the generation of heat. This meager barrier slowly changes from a relatively obvious solid to a shapeless liquid under the scorching temperature.

All barriers are eliminated in the warm temperature.

Skin to skin.

Shang Ce felt the thin layer of calluses on Nan Qiao's fingertips, which had never been so clear before.

The moonlight remained the same, and Nan Qiao's movements remained the same.

Shang Ce opened his mouth silently, his lips trembling, as if something was about to blurt out, but in the end he was suppressed by willpower.

I don’t know how long it took, but the ointment floating on the surface finally penetrated into the skin.

"...That's it." A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the air.

Shang Ce put his hand in front of Nan Qiao's palm.

"Girl, you can stop."

Don't continue.

"There is another side." Nan Qiao grabbed Shang Ce's extended hand, "Does the general want to ignore it?"

With that said, Nan Qiao brushed his hand away easily.

In other words, his obstruction was not firm to begin with.

Repeated movements fall on the body again.

Shang Ce closed his eyes, raised his arms to cover the upper half of his face, and felt his trembling eyelashes brushing the skin on his arms again and again.

It must have been a long time.

Shang Ce didn't know either. He suddenly had no idea about time.

Nan Qiao seemed to have become a magnet, and all his attention was uncontrollably moved to Nan Qiao's hand. He couldn't pull it away even if he wanted to.

"That's it." Nan Qiao said softly as he closed the ointment.

Shang Ce still maintained his original posture, his face was covered in shadow, and Nan Qiao couldn't see his expression clearly.

"General?" Nan Qiao called him.

"...Yeah." Shang Ce responded slowly, "Thank you, girl."

"Girl, go and rest."

Nan Qiao didn't leave.

She leaned forward slowly and said, "General."

"Why are you covering your face?"

Nan Qiao held his wrist, not knowing whether it was intentional or not, but her index finger pinched his pulse, which was very panicking, just like his heartbeat.

"Don't..." Realizing what she was going to do, Shang Ce raised his voice a little higher, struggled to spit out a word from his throat, and subconsciously stopped it.

But Nan Qiao still pulled his hand aside and pulled away the only covering on his face.

He tilted his head, and the next moment, the twisting force from his jaw, with an unmistakable taste, made his face face forward.

"The general's face is so red." Nan Qiao looked at the face so close at hand, looking at the blush on his face that could not be concealed even in the dark, and spoke softly as if murmuring.

That soft and small voice fell into Shang Ce's ears without missing a beat.

He bit his lip and said nothing.

Nan Qiao curled his fingers, and slowly touched Shang Ce's hot cheek with his curved knuckles, caressing it gently as if treating some kind of treasure.

Bit by bit upward.

"Is the general crying?" Nan Qiao poked Shang Ce's wet eyelashes and asked knowingly.

"…No."

This time Shang Ce spoke.

She knew that he would shed tears uncontrollably whenever he got emotional.

But why was he excited?

Can't answer.

"Ha... So is this dew on the general's face?" Nan Qiao laughed muffledly, "But the water vapor condenses when it gets cold..."

"No matter how hot the general's face is, can he still have the ability to condense water vapor into beads?"

"...It's already too late. It's time for the girl to rest."

"General, don't change the subject."

Nan Qiao suddenly lowered his head and came in front of Shang Ce. The tips of his noses were slightly cold.

Shang Ce took a breath.

So close!

Nan Qiao's body was slender than his, but under her shroud, Shang Ce still felt a little out of breath.

The bodies are close to each other and the breaths are intertwined.

"Nan Qiao..." he called her.

"General, why don't you call me girl?" Nan Qiao gently hooked his chin with her fingers, which was tight because of his nervous swallowing.

It does appear that the outlines are more distinct.

Quite good looking.

"I..." Shang Ce was speechless. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He could barely get air in and out, let alone words.

"Huh..." He tried hard to absorb the oxygen in the room.

"The general doesn't want to say anything." Nan Qiao rubbed his smooth skin, "Just stop saying it, okay?"

She gently licked her dry lips, and her originally clear voice gradually became a little hoarse.

"...Huh?" A low voice of question escaped from his throat.

Shang Ce raised his head slightly, his unfocused eyes facing Nan Qiao's direction.

But he forgot that the two people were too close now.

and so…

For a moment, something soft seemed to brush against the peak of his lips.

Shang Ce was stunned and forgot to even blink.

Like a scared kitten.

"Ha..." Nan Qiao laughed inexplicably. Shang Ce couldn't understand what was in it.

The lower jaw was raised higher.

"Then I will take it as General's consent." The voice became weaker and weaker.

Then, Shang Ce's eyes suddenly widened, and his stunned expression finally became a little more angry.

Soft and quick to come close and apart, separated at the touch of a finger.

It's an illusion.

Shang Ce blinked, not believing what incredible thing had just happened.

He must have felt wrong...!

The softness came over again, and Shang Ce didn't dare to move for a moment.

"Breathe." Nan Qiao bit his lip gently and reminded in a low voice.

His face turned red.

It's a little funny to think about it.

Why have you forgotten to breathe?

"Ha..." Shang Ce came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and the blush on his face finally eased a bit.

"Nan Qiao..."

Nan Qiao interrupted him: "I don't want to hear rejection."

"I don't think the general wants to know what I will do if I am rejected."

"So, will the general promise me?" She lowered her head and gently rubbed her forehead with his, and asked softly.

The soft lips of two people touched lightly again.

The heartbeat missed a beat, and the throbbing heartbeat was infinitely amplified in the darkness and silence.

Shang Ce knew that Nan Qiao was threatening him, but strangely, he hardly felt offended.

There seemed to be all kinds of crazy thoughts clamoring in his mind. She was like the fox demon in his childhood ghost stories. Her tail grew on his waist, legs, and hands, making him unable to move.

He must have been bewitched by her, Shang Ce thought.

"Ha..." Nan Qiao laughed again.

Then, bow your head.

"General, would you please open your mouth?" The tip of his nose brushed lightly.

The lips parted slightly, and the next second, they were captured without hesitation.

"Ugh!" A low whimper escaped his throat.

In an instant, Shang Ce's fingers grabbed the quilt under him. The quilt became wrinkled, was smoothed from time to time, and then was grabbed again.

The muscles became tense, and the veins that were both wanton and restrained bulged from the back of the hands to the arms.

In the darkness, confusion and blur, Shang Ce didn't know when he closed his eyes, closing them tightly, with an occasional tremor.

Ambiguity wandered freely between the two.

Nan Qiao let go, but Shang Ce did not lower his head. His neck was still raised upward, bearing everything Nan Qiao gave him.

The rapid breathing was steadily filling the entire ear canal.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"Ha..." Shang Ce's chest rose and fell violently, up and down, trying hard to fill the air in his lungs that had been exhausted by Nan Qiao.

"General, you are really young." Nan Qiao lowered her body and stared at her bright lips.

Some are cute.

He couldn't even breathe, so he could only whimper and beg for her mercy.

The reaction was also very beautiful. Although he didn't know how to do it, he still moved closer to cater to her in a daze.

Shang Ce had no idea what Nan Qiao was talking about. He closed his eyes tightly and his eyelashes became moister. His messy brain had no ability to process information.

When he finally regained his clarity, Nan Qiao was already close again.

My mind turned into a ball of mush again, and my thoughts turned into flying threads, flying in a mess.

He vaguely felt Nan Qiao's hand slowly sliding down, grabbed one of his hands, and freed the already wrinkled sheets from his hands.

Then, switching to her own hand, she slipped into his hand, interlocking her fingers, and the lines of her palms adhered to each other, and the slightly moist sweat wetted their palms at the same time.

Shang Ce was stunned for a second, and then slowly squeezed Nan Qiao's hand.

The messy and intertwined breaths in the room were clearly extinguished.

Time passed slowly, and the moon moved a lot to the west. Fortunately, the moonlight still shined.

"It's late." Nan Qiao finally placed a gentle kiss on Shang Ce's slightly swollen mouth, "General, please rest."

"See you tomorrow."

The door was opened and closed.

Nan Qiao left.