Suo Qingjun Chapter 35

The fragrance of peony arouses the heart

The night was getting darker, and the candlelight in the bamboo house flickered, making the shadows of the two people long.

After Qing Fengan finished writing the last stroke, his wrist was slightly sore. He put down the pen, turned around and ran into Jin Xianling’s arms.At some point, the young man had circled behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist, his chin resting on the crook of his neck, his breath tickling with warmth.

“Master’s handwriting is getting more and more beautiful.” Jin Xianling’s voice was hoarse, and her fingertips rubbed the soft flesh of his waist with a hint of affection.

Qing Feng’an laughed, raised her hand and swatted away his rebellious hand: “You know how to talk nonsense.”

He broke away from Jin Xianling’s arms and turned to look at the table covered with rice paper.There was only one bamboo chair beside the desk, and Jin Xianling was sitting there studying ink just now.Qing Feng’an walked over, lifted her legs and sat on Jin Xianling’s lap.

Jin Xianling’s body was stunned.

With her warm body in her arms, the faint fragrance of ink mixed with peony from Qing Feng’an’s body reached the tip of her nose in strands.He subconsciously tightened his arms and circled the person a little tighter

Qing Feng’an didn’t seem to notice. He reached for the inkstone on the other side of the desk, leaned forward slightly, and brushed his shoulder against Jin Xianling’s chest.His movements were not calm, and occasionally he would sway slightly because he couldn’t reach something.

The soft touch came through the thin fabric, one after another, like a feather gently scratching the apex of the heart.

Jin Xianling’s breathing gradually picked up, and the hand originally wrapped around his waist tightened unconsciously.He could clearly feel the warm body temperature of the person in his arms, feel the itch of his hair brushing against his neck, and even feel the heat gradually rising in his body.

“Master” Jin Xianling’s voice became darker, “Don’t move!”

Qing Feng’an was standing on tiptoes to reach for the rice paper hanging on the window sill. Hearing this, he paused and turned to look at him, with a bit of confusion in his eyes: “What’s wrong?”

As he spoke, his breath brushed against Jin Xianling’s chin, carrying the sweetness of peony.The tips of the young man’s ears turned red instantly

Only then did Qing Feng’an realize something was wrong.

He sat on Jin Xianling’s lap and could clearly feel the gradual

He hurriedly tried to get up, but was held down by Jin Xianling.

“Don’t move.” Jin Xian said softly, “Master!”

The warm breath hit her neck, and Qing Feng’an’s body froze instantly, and even her fingertips turned red.

The candlelight in the bamboo house danced

The peonies outside the courtyard bloomed more and more beautifully under the moonlight. The evening breeze carried a sweet fragrance and came in through the half-open window lattice, lingering around the two people embracing each other.

Qing Feng’an’s heartbeat was so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He sat stiffly on Jin Xianling’s lap, not daring to move any more, but he couldn’t help but tilt his head slightly and look at the young man buried in his neck.

Jin Xianling’s eyelashes are very long, and when they hang down, they cast a small shadow under her eyelids.His breath was hot and filled with suppressed desire, and his arms were tightened, as if he wanted to rub him into his own bones and blood.

After a long time, Jin Xianling’s breathing gradually calmed down.He raised his head, with lingering lust in his eyes, but he carefully restrained it for fear of scaring the person in his arms.

“Master…” There was a hint of grievance in his voice, and his fingertips gently rubbed the side of his face, “I didn’t mean it.”

Qing Feng’an’s cheeks were still hot. He turned away, not daring to look into his eyes, and said in a voice as thin as a gnat, “I know.”

He stretched out his hand, gently hugged Jin Xianling’s neck, and buried his face into his shoulder. There was a trace of indulgence in his voice that he had not even noticed: “It’s okay.”

The evening breeze blew through the window lattice again, carrying peony incense and spreading over the figures of the two leaning against each other.

The candlelight flickers and the night is gentle.

The peony that fills the room hides the secret of heartbeat.

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