Chapter 876: Heart-to-Heart with Her, Speaking of Love 4
Lu Jihan gently cupped her face beside her ear and said with a smile, "Yinyin, do you know that you look a lot like an animal right now?"
"An animal?" Song Yinyin was taken aback and casually responded, "What animal?"
His forehead still touched hers, and his warm breath brushed her cheeks, "Like a... little dog abandoned by its owner."
Song Yinyin blinked, stunned, and after two seconds, she reacted.
"What did you say? I’m a little dog? Lu Jihan, you bastard! If I’m a little dog, then you’re a big wolf dog, no, an old wolf dog!"
"I’m old?" Lu Jihan wasn’t happy now, his handsome face suddenly darkened, and his amber eyes squinted tightly.
Song Yinyin didn’t expect he would turn against her so suddenly, and she pouted with a bit of grievance, "You were the one who said I looked like a little dog first, who knew you would be so..."
Before she could finish her sentence, suddenly, the world spun, and she found herself pinned under him.
Soon after, her pants were pulled off.
She was so shocked that her scalp tingled, "Lu Jihan, what are you doing?!"
"What do you think I’m doing?"
"You, you, how can you suddenly just, just..."
Her cheeks flushed instantly; she never could have expected Lu Jihan’s desire to come on so suddenly and so intensely.
He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a passionate, fervent kiss.
Song Yinyin was enveloped by him, wave after wave of heat crashing over her, and she found herself unable to resist.
His movements were deft, and he quickly pried her legs open and propped them on his waist.
Song Yinyin instinctively clamped her feet tightly, her toes curling.
When he started to move fast and hard, she instinctively opened up to meet him, her worries replaced by excitement and stimulation, panting heavily.
Lu Jihan looked down at her furrowed brow, his pace slowing down involuntarily, "Does it hurt?"
Song Yinyin shook her head, her breathing a little rushed, and her voice stammering between breaths, "Mm, you... slow down..."
He untied the ponytail holding her hair, and instantly, her long hair fell to the edge of the sofa, gently brushing against the floor.
He suddenly quickened his pace again, and Song Yinyin struggled to grip his shoulders.
She closed her eyes, letting him ride with effort, and in the height of passion, she couldn’t help calling out to him with a raspy voice, "Jinhan... Han..."
Lu Jihan seemed stimulated, his movements wild and fierce, his low growls gripping her nerves.
The two of them rolled from the sofa to the floor, not stopping, their intertwined figures moving frantically in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa.
In the end, he pressed her down, his long amber eyes narrowing, whispering hoarsely against her ear, "Will you dare say I’m old again in the future?"
She conceded mechanically, "No, I won’t dare, never again..."
"That’s more like it."
He easily grabbed her hand, his eyes fixed intently on her, and took her finger into his mouth, the heat on the tip matching the intensity of his gaze, as if trying to melt her.
After the passion ebbed, he carried her to the bathroom.
Returning to the bedroom, Song Yinyin was so exhausted she couldn’t lift her eyelids.
Lu Jihan looked down at her rosy cheeks and chuckled, thinking she’s so tired, she probably won’t have the energy to think about anything else now.
Song Yinyin indeed had no energy left to think about anything else.
She was so tired she nearly passed out, lying on top of Lu Jihan, she drifted into a deep sleep.
That night, she slept soundly, all the way until the next morning.