novelaction Chapter 1327 Yunrui Enchen: To your taste
Chapter 1327 Yunrui Enchen: To your taste
When the morning light came in through the gaps in the hotel curtains, Qi Ruixiang was awakened by an itch on his neck.
Yang Xiaotang's hair fell across his collarbone, and her breath caressed her skin evenly, carrying the faint scent of gardenia. He moved his fingers stiffly, and his fingertips touched her warm waist and abdomen, then quickly withdrew as if burned.
The images of last night flooded into his mind uncontrollably - the startling brightness of her eyes as she rode on him, the shudder left by her fingertips brushing against his skin, and the final, broken moan against his ear.
Qi Ruixiang's rationality, which had been paralyzed by alcohol, completely returned at this moment. Looking at the woman sleeping in his arms, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and a strange sense of embarrassment surged in his heart.
He quietly moved Yang Xiaotang's arm away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Their clothes were scattered on the floor, their shirt buttons had rolled to the bedside table, their belts were wrapped around the chair legs, and everywhere were traces of last night's indulgence.
Qi Ruixiang picked up his suit jacket and put it on hastily, his eyes subconsciously avoiding the figure on the bed, like a child who had done something wrong.
I splashed cold water from the bathroom on my face, barely managing to suppress the heat in my heart. The man in the mirror had dark circles under his eyes, and a red mark on his collar from Yang Xiaotang's bite. He looked disheveled, as if all his strength had been drained away.
He thought of Gu Yunxi and her red eyes on the day they had a falling out, and his heart suddenly felt like it was being gripped by something.
But the next second, the slight sound of Yang Xiaotang turning over reached his ears, and those thoughts about Gu Yunxi were forcibly suppressed again.
Qi Ruixiang took a deep breath, straightened the collar of his shirt, and walked out of the bathroom. Yang Xiaotang had already woken up and was sitting by the bed getting dressed, her back facing him, her hair still damp.
"So early?" Her voice was as calm as if she was talking about the weather, without any abnormality in her voice, as if last night's romance was just an insignificant dream.
Qi Ruixiang hummed, his eyes falling on her bare back - there were also red marks left by him, like a blooming flower.
"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that all the words seemed pale, and in the end he only said, "I'm going back first."
Yang Xiaotang didn't look back, but just said "hmm" softly, without stopping the movement of buttoning his shirt with his fingertips.
Qi Ruixiang looked at her back and suddenly felt his throat tighten. He turned around and walked out of the room quickly. The sound of the door closing implied his escape.
The air conditioning in the car was turned on very high, but it couldn't suppress Qi Ruixiang's irritability.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. The pungent smell of nicotine made him cough, but his mind kept replaying Yang Xiaotang's appearance last night - her fierceness when she took the initiative, her trembling when he kissed her, and her gentleness when she finally leaned in his arms.
These images were like vines, tightly entangling his sanity and making it impossible for him to breathe.
Qi Ruixiang was absent-minded for the entire day. He stared blankly at a PowerPoint presentation during a meeting, nearly wrote his name incorrectly when signing, and even held the document his assistant handed him the wrong way.
He tried to focus on his work and the follow-up investigation of the "Nightingale Project", but as soon as he closed his eyes, Yang Xiaotang's face would appear uncontrollably.
It wasn't until after get off work that Qi Ruixiang suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at Gu Yunxi's contact information on the computer screen, his finger hovering above the dial key. He hesitated for a long time, and finally clicked on Yang Xiaotang's dialog box and typed a line of words: "Where is it?"
When the notification of successful sending popped up, Qi Ruixiang's heart suddenly started beating wildly.
He had even thought about it: if Yang Xiaotang refused, he would find an excuse to say it was sent to the wrong person. But not long after, the phone vibrated, and Yang Xiaotang replied: "Apartment."
There were no extra words, but it was like a switch that instantly ignited the fire in Qi Ruixiang's heart. He grabbed his coat and walked out of the company quickly. The car sped along the road, and the night scene outside the window quickly receded, like reason being left behind.
When Yang Xiaotang opened the door, she was still wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand, obviously cooking.
Seeing Qi Ruixiang standing at the door, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she regained her composure: "Come in, the meal will be ready soon."
The aroma of food wafted through the living room. It was a simple meal of two dishes and a soup, but it was more comforting than the delicacies Qi Ruixiang usually ate.
He sat at the dining table, watching Yang Xiaotang busy in the kitchen, and suddenly felt that this scene was familiar - when he was with Gu Yunxi before, they mostly communicated about washing hands, and he didn't expect that Yang Xiaotang could also cook.
There was little communication between the two during the meal, only the soft sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.
Yang Xiaotang would occasionally serve him food, her movements as natural as if they had been together for years. Qi Ruixiang didn't refuse, but simply ate the food she brought him silently, his restlessness gradually replaced by an unfamiliar calmness.
After dinner, Yang Xiaotang cleaned up the dishes, and Qi Ruixiang sat on the sofa watching TV. A boring soap opera was playing on the screen, but he didn't read a single word.
It was not until Yang Xiaotang came out of the kitchen wiping her hands that he suddenly stood up, walked up to her, and kissed her without saying a word.
The kiss was filled with irresistible eagerness. The tip of his tongue pried open her teeth and rushed into her mouth, carrying the aroma of food.
Yang Xiaotang's body stiffened for a moment, then she put down the rag in her hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded actively.
Qi Ruixiang's hand slid up along her waist, his fingertips hooked on the apron strap, and with a gentle tug, the fabric fell to the ground. He picked her up and carried her sideways, walking quickly towards the bedroom, his movements as skillful as if he had practiced them a thousand times.
The light in the bedroom was dim. Qi Ruixiang put Yang Xiaotang on the bed, leaned over to kiss her neck, and unbuttoned her shirt with his fingers. His movements were gentler than last night, but with a stronger possessiveness.
Yang Xiaotang's breathing gradually became rapid. She inserted her fingers into his hair and her nails gently scratched his scalp, causing a shudder.
"Today... let me do it." Yang Xiaotang's voice was breathless. She pressed her fingers on his shoulders and turned over to press him down. This action made Qi Ruixiang stunned for a moment, but then a smile flashed in his eyes. He let go of her hand and let her control it.
Yang Xiaotang's kiss moved down along his Adam's apple, and the tip of her tongue licked his collarbone, leaving a wet mark.
She ran her fingers over his chest, her movements deliberately teasing. She watched his breathing become heavier and the desire in his eyes grow stronger, and a secret satisfaction welled up in her heart.
She knew why Qi Ruixiang was looking for her, knew that he was just using her body to vent his emotions, and knew that she was just a substitute.
But when his hands held her tightly, when he whispered her name in her ear, and when his actions were more gentle than ever before, she was still willing to indulge in this false tenderness.
Qi Ruixiang looked at the woman riding on him, the fire in her eyes, and the way she actively responded to him, and his heart suddenly became hot.
He no longer thought about Gu Yunxi, nor about the complicated entanglements. He only focused on the warmth in front of him, on the tacit understanding that did not require words.
As the night deepened, the panting and moaning sounds in the bedroom intertwined together like a gentle ballad.
Qi Ruixiang held Yang Xiaotang tightly in his arms, feeling her heartbeat and her body temperature. For the first time, he felt that maybe this was a good thing.
In the next few days, Qi Ruixiang would go to see Yang Xiaotang after get off work every day.
Sometimes they ate together, sometimes he went directly to her bedroom. There was no special communication between the two of them, but they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding and would fall into intimacy as soon as they met.