Qingyu was silent for a while and asked in a small voice:
"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I can't explain what it feels like. Tingyun, can you give me a hug..."
Tingyun was stunned.
He knew that she had no other intentions.
It was just because, in a strange environment, the complete darkness made her feel insecure, so she felt at ease holding him.
However, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself when he slept with her in his arms!
He was struggling, not knowing how to answer.
Qingyu waited for a while and asked again, pitifully: "Isn't it possible?"
Her tone was obedient and a little aggrieved, which made him tremble slightly. He couldn't bear to reject her anymore.
Tingyun stretched out his arms from the quilt and hugged her through her quilt: "Is this okay?"
Although Qingyu couldn't see it, she could still feel how he was holding her.
She stretched out her arm from the quilt and touched his arm, and it was indeed exposed. She then moved up her arm and touched his shoulder, and found that it was also exposed.
Tingyun will never be fooled by her.
Girl, you can’t be so ignorant of the world. No matter how rational and restrained a man is, he is still a man!
Qingyu didn't realize there was anything wrong with her behavior. She just wanted to know if he had covered himself with a quilt. She just touched his arm but not anywhere else.
She said: "You have your arms and shoulders exposed like this. Isn't it cold? There is only a small electric heater in this room. It's very cold."
Tingyun grabbed her little hand and stuffed it back into her quilt: "It's not cold, please leave me alone and sleep well."
How could it not be cold? She stretched out her arms and wanted to shrink back into the quilt.
If he sleeps with her like this all night, it would be strange if his arms don’t hurt when he wakes up tomorrow morning!
What to do?
Qingyu thought for a while and suddenly lifted her quilt.
Tingyun didn't understand: "Why are you lifting the quilt? Didn't you say it was cold just now?"
Qingyu grabbed his quilt with her little hands, lifted it up, and nimbly got in like a cat.
Tingyun was dumbfounded and asked again: "What are you doing?"
Qingyu nestled comfortably in his arms, her little face pressed against his chest through his pajamas, and she proudly said, "This way I won't be cold anymore."
It’s not cold anymore.
Her soft body was pressed against his through their pajamas. Their body heat was transferred to each other, and the quilt had already covered her warmly.
From a heating perspective, this is the most efficient.
But it's a little too hot and he's almost burning!
Tingyun stiffened his body, motionless.
But this annoying little Qingyu was still rubbing against him, looking for the most comfortable position. He also reached out to touch the quilt behind him to see if it was tightly wrapped.
This kind of innocence is really unbearable.
Tingyun tried to think of other solutions: "How about we sleep with the lights on?"
Qingyu shook his head and rubbed his head in his arms twice more: "No, that's fine."
You can do it, but I can’t!
Tingyun took another breath and said patiently: "It's okay not to turn on the light. Just stop moving around and sleep!"
Qingyu didn't understand after hearing this. After thinking about it for a while, she thought she understood.
She smiled mischievously: "I know, you have itchy meat, right?"
It wasn't because of the ticklish flesh, but how could he tell her?
He responded casually: "Yes, so don't move."
Unexpectedly, Qingyu became so playful that she suddenly reached out and scratched his neck gently: "Where is the itchy flesh? Is it here?"
Tingyun was caught off guard and was tickled. He ducked back and reached out to grab her rebellious little hand, but missed.
Qingyu had already changed its direction and scratched his waist: "Still here?"
This time I was scratched again, causing Tingyun to freeze again.
Qingyu was still unaware and still wanted to tickle him, just like playing with his roommate in the dormitory.
It never occurred to her that the person in front of her was different from her roommate.
A nest of little rabbits playing together is playing.
However, if the little rabbit provokes the big bad wolf by playing with other little rabbits, it may be eaten.
Tingyun couldn't bear the fuss she made, so he threw off the quilt with a roar, sat up straight, held her shoulders and pushed her down, looking at her condescendingly.
Qingyu was stunned for a moment, thinking he was angry. He couldn't see him in the darkness, so he had to raise his head in his direction and asked in confusion:
"Are you angry? I didn't scratch it a few times. Are you so ticklish?"
Tingyun exhaled heavily:
"Ticklish? Do you really don't understand or do you pretend you don't understand?
"You keep provoking me again and again! You think I won't do anything to you no matter what, right?
"I have always been very restrained before. But this does not mean that I can continue to be restrained..."
Qingyu listened to him in confusion, and after thinking about it for a while, she finally understood what he meant.
When she understood, she suddenly became nervous. She shrank her neck and said in panic:
"I, I really didn't expect...
"I won't mess with you anymore! You, let me go. Let's turn on the light and sleep."
Tingyun pressed her shoulders, with no intention of letting go: "You want to run away after lighting a fire? It's too late!"
His voice was hoarse and low, like a mountain with lava surging below, depressing and dangerous.
Qingyu became even more frightened, and said tearfully: "No, don't! You suddenly...I, I'm not ready yet..."
Tingyun's heart was like boiling water, holding a lid called reason.
He took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers and gently pressed her lips:
"Don't talk, I won't do anything to you. I'll just kiss you..."
When his fingers touched her lips, she fell silent.
Later, she felt relieved when she heard that he said it would be okay. She always believed in him, and it would be okay if he said it wouldn't happen.
She heard him talk about kissing her again. She felt shy, looking forward to it, and nervous. She didn't know whether she should respond or not, so she didn't answer.
When Tingyun saw that she didn't answer, he interpreted it as saying that if he didn't object, he agreed.
He retracted his hand, slowly lowered his head, and came close to her lips as soft as petals.
When I touched it, it was indeed like petals, fragrant and soft.
The moment Qingyu touched her, she whispered: "I can't see..."
His voice was low and soft, as if he was begging a little, whether he was asking for mercy or for mercy.
At this time, Tingyun no longer had enough patience to discern what she meant. He said gently but forcefully: "Just right, no need to look."
"Well——" Qingyu's last words were swallowed up.
She soon knew why he said he didn't need to look.
In the complete darkness, she could not see anything. She could only hear his deep breathing and feel his long breath on her face.
Feeling him touch her lips gently and pityingly.
Like spring, a butterfly gently touches the tender petals.
Like a summer night, the wind gently blows the wind chimes in front of the window.
A feeling of purity and sweetness welled up in her heart.
Like the first green fruit in autumn.
Chapter completed!