PNB Chapter 566: Does it count if I do it myself?
Chapter 566: Does it count if I do it myself?
Hearing that Pei Jin was unwilling, Bai Yuan's hand stopped and stopped moving further down.
She touched Pei Jin, calmed her breathing again, and finally gently stroked his smooth, firm and resilient skin before slowly pulling her hand back.
She looked down at the person under her. His clothes were disheveled and several buttons on his collar were ripped open, revealing a large area of his chest.
Pei Jin didn't know when tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, which moistened the red mole at the end of his eye, making the red even more glaring and shocking.
The other person's action of biting his lower lip and clasping his hands tightly on the seam of the sofa perfectly interprets the proud look of someone who has been humiliated but dare not surrender.
Like plum blossoms tempered by a snowstorm, the colder it is, the more they bloom.
My eyes moved down to the corner of his shirt that was lifted up, vaguely revealing some abdominal muscles and a strong and lean waist. His whole body was tense with nervousness.
He tugged at his belt, his fingertips twitching slightly as Bai Yuan tried to pull his hand back, and when his fingertips fell to his waist, he couldn't tell what he was doing.
It gives people the feeling that nothing has been done, yet it seems like everything has been done.
Even if we use the word erotic to describe it, it wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"If you don't want to, then don't."
Bai Yuan's cold voice rang out, and before Pei Jin could think about what she said, he suddenly felt lighter.
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other made a rustling sound, and the shadow disappeared, and the strands of hair stuck to the face receded like the tide.
Pei Jin then realized that Bai Yuan had actually listened to him and stopped.
At a time like this...
He moved his legs uncomfortably, feeling lost and empty again.
I can't tell whether I should be happy that Bai Yuan respects my will so much, or frustrated that I am so unattractive to Bai Yuan that I can stop even such a thing at will.
Obviously, if she wanted to, or showed more determination, even if she retreated a little later, she would be unable to struggle more than half-heartedly.
There is no way it really shouldn't happen...
After Bai Yuan left, Pei Jin did not rush to get up, but still maintained the posture of one hand on his forehead, opening himself to Bai Yuan, and squinting his eyes to watch Bai Yuan's movements of adjusting his clothes.
It was not until this time that Pei Jin discovered it.
Even though the actions of both of them just now were a bit excessive, they were both indulged in passion to varying degrees.
But Bai Yuan still kept his clothes neat and tidy, without any wrinkles, and even his clothes were worn neatly on his body. From head to toe, only his hair was messy and his collar was a little crooked.
Looking back at myself...
He silently grabbed his collar. Without even looking, one could tell that he had been tortured to the point of nearly losing all his weapons, his whole body in a mess, his nakedness exposed.
——My collarbone hurts a little.
He pretended to be itchy, bent his fingers, and rubbed the place on his collarbone that had been bitten repeatedly by Bai Yuan with the second joint, in order to relieve the inexplicable feeling and the tightness spreading to his throat.
Pei Jin looked away, not daring to look at Bai Yuan, but he enjoyed the inexplicable thrill of being seen clearly and scrutinized by the other person.
To be honest, to be fair, he actually quite likes this strong contrast between himself being a mess and the other person being neat and tidy.
There is an implicit sense of excitement.
Bai Yuan also looks very... abstinent.
Elegant and restrained.
He is very graceful, and it seems that even when he is in high spirits, he does not have excessive reactions or emotional ups and downs.
...I'm a little moved.
Pei Jin couldn't suppress the pounding of his heart, nor the fury on the other side. He felt that it was not good to continue lying like this, and he might lose his composure in front of Bai Yuan.
Then he sat up from the sofa again.
Her straight and long legs were crossed to cover up the self-evident embarrassment.
Bai Yuan quickly tidied her clothes and returned to her usual elegance and composure. If it weren't for her slightly messy hair, there would be no trace of the intoxication and passion from the previous second.
Pei Jin was also cleaning up the mess, but he was a little absent-minded.
His eyes were fixed on Bai Yuan's nimble fingers, watching her fingertips deftly fall on various places, smoothing out the wrinkles on the clothes and re-buttoning the collar.
The fingertips were stained with light red, looking somewhat tender, but the movements were crisp and decisive, without any drag, which made Pei Jin's mouth dry.
At some point, he stopped moving, staring at Bai Yuan's fingertips in a trance, imagining their movements on his body, that light and deft touch, bringing a burning sensation wherever it passed...
The heat gathered at one point and flowed to the tense lower abdomen. The more Pei Jin looked, the darker the color of his eyes became. His crossed legs moved unconsciously, but it did not relieve the pain. Instead, he became more eager.
Food color also.
In this situation, all the jealousy and rivalry in my head were completely forgotten.
Qin Lingzheng, Bai Yueguang, substitute, choice...all were forgotten.
Soon, tortured by desire, Pei Jin began to regret why he had just stopped.
After tidying up her clothes and smoothing out the last wrinkle, Bai Yuan looked up at Pei Jin. Just as she was about to say something more, she saw that the other party was staring at her blankly with his eyes fixed.
Those peach blossom eyes seemed to be ripe, as if emitting an intoxicating aroma of wine.
Seeing this, Bai Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of intrigue in his eyes.
Seeing that Pei Jin still had no reaction, she took a step forward slowly.
When it got close enough, the edges of Pei Jin's pupils diverged slightly, and then suddenly tightened.
Within a short distance, Bai Yuan's smiling face came closer and their breaths met again, yet close yet distant.
"Gudu——"
A heavy and loud swallowing sound was heard between the two.
Then there was a chuckle.
This laugh interrupted Pei Jin's fantasy and brought him back to his senses instantly.
Pei Jin realized that not only had he been thinking about Bai Yuan in front of her after he stopped, but he was also caught in the act by her. His face flushed again and his eyes became a little confused.
"I'm not—you…"
Before he could stumble and try to cover up his mistake, Bai Yuan leaned in and kissed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.
Now Pei Jin couldn't even make a sound. He clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, as if he was trying desperately to endure the critical point that was about to be reached.
Bai Yuan put it aside this time, and did not touch his body to provoke him. Instead, he gently pulled his wrist, exerted a little force, and guided Pei Jin to raise his hand and slowly move it between his legs, letting him do it himself...
"Does it count as premarital sex if you do it yourself?"
Pei Jin: “???”
Pei Jin: !!!
Do you want to hear what you are saying? ! ! !
"I'm very curious." Bai Yuan said with a bit of curiosity, "When you thought about it before, did you... have you ever had this experience? If so, does it count as-"
“——Get out of here!!!!!!”
Pei Jin pushed Bai Yuan away, separating the two of them from being too close, breaking up all the ambiguous atmosphere, and fled, even crawling towards the stairs.