Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 596 - 315 Sober Descent
Chapter 596: Chapter 315: Sober Descent Chapter 596 -315: Sober Descent Separated, Pei Muchan lay on the couch, arching her snow-white neck.
Xu Qingyan followed suit, gently kissing her neck, moving up little by little, densely packed, finally biting down on her earlobe, warm breath hitting her auricle.
Pei Muchan made a sound, suppressing it in her throat, her eyelashes fluttering repeatedly.
Her body tensed in that instant, then abruptly relaxed, gasping lightly non-stop.
Her gaze was slightly hazy, narrowed into a slit, quietly watching Xu Qingyan.
It seemed she had many things to say, yet not a word came out, only her gaze.
The autumn night air was humid, the dim living room shimmered with a lustrous light.
...
Whoosh.
The sound of the showerhead broke the silence, interrupting Xu Qingyan’s thoughts.
He turned his head to look back, an orange glow emanated from the bathroom, casting its light through the glass door onto the wooden floor.
She had gone to take a shower.
Xu Qingyan played games in the living room, his mind elsewhere.
Even though it was the first day of the premiere of “The Legend of Martial Arts,” his heart had never beaten this fast.
Twilight spread from the balcony across the living room, enveloping Xu Qingyan’s neck.
The screen grayed out, another life lost.
Waiting for resurrection at the spring, he leaned on the sofa, listening to the faint sound of water from the bathroom, images forming in his mind unbidden.
He had never watched with the light on before, always relying on touch and memory.
The only encounter had been in the car, and under blurred vision, he had measured the dimensions.
Probably wouldn’t turn on the lights later, just get it done in the dark.
In his phone, the hero had resurrected at the spring.
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Xu Qingyan continued to stare blankly, worried about the atmosphere to come and concerned about his own performance.
Not lacking confidence, just afraid of failure; after all, it was the first matchup for both new “players.” If it failed, the next matchup was an unknown date.
[Requesting assembly], the game’s sound pulled him back to reality, although he had no interest in playing.
His hand mindlessly followed the screen, his thoughts wandering beyond.
He recalled fragments of knowledge learned from his college roommate, most of which he had forgotten.
Cup mouth grinding, rooting techniques, he couldn’t remember much.
Back then, he hadn’t paid attention, and now, suddenly needing it, his thoughts ran wild.
Soon after, Pei Muchan came out of the bathroom.
Wrapped in a towel from head to toe, her jade-like shoulders were exposed outside.
A pair of large, moist, and plump thighs, moving down to well-proportioned calves, shrouded in dim light.
Her post-bath skin was snow-white and delicate, her lips juicy and full, her cheeks soft as silk threads, facing him.
The bathrobe was plush, clinging tightly across her chest.
She gave Xu Qingyan a look, not saying a word, and turned to go back into the room.
Xu Qingyan stood up, waited in the living room for a while, but didn’t hear the sound of the bedroom door closing.
Reassured, he walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door to see a clean bathrobe.
After the shower, Xu Qingyan walked out of the living room in clean slippers, dried his hair.
Step by step, he approached the bedroom, his heart calm, gently pushing the door.
Hmm?
It’s locked?
No, your mom…
is healthy!
Damn, it’s real, isn’t it a bit too much!
Xu Qingyan imagined Pei Muchan sneaking out of bed to close the door, barely keeping it together.
With a twist, the doorknob opened again, but now he had no idea what that meant.
He looked at himself, wearing only a bathrobe.
Should he change clothes before entering, or…
just push the door open?
If he misunderstood, wouldn’t that be awkward?
His hand left the doorknob, hesitating again.
Who would retreat at this time?
It’s now or never.
Even if it’s a misunderstanding, just play dumb.
At most, she’ll be angry for a couple of days, and he’ll have no loss.
Thinking it over, he pushed the door open.
The master bedroom was pitch black; even the curtains were fully closed.
Xu Qingyan adjusted for a moment before he could faintly make out the bed’s location, Pei Muchan lying there, silent.
Asleep?
He tiptoed to the bedside, crouched in front of her, and reached out to touch Pei Muchan’s face.
The instant before touch, she turned away.
Instantly amused, Xu Qingyan thought, does turning away help?
He called out to her, Pei Muchan made no sound.
The bedroom was unnaturally quiet, the air conditioner whooshed on, the room temperature a bit cold.
Xu Qingyan climbed onto the bed, hugging Pei Muchan from behind, his hand passing over her slender waist and laying on her abdomen.
He clearly felt the person in his arms tremble slightly, her breathing becoming noticeable.
“Not asleep?”
After a while, the person in his arms made a sound.
As if given a signal, Xu Qingyan’s hand began to wander, kissing her neck.
In less than ten minutes, two bathrobes were tossed aside.
Covered with the duvet, they disappeared as if into the sea.
…
In the morning, Pei Muchan woke up groggy, glancing at the person next to her on the pillow.
Xu Qingyan was sleeping deeply; she couldn’t resist poking his face.
A poke left a soft dent, then quickly rebounded, but he didn’t respond.
She puffed out her cheeks, wanting to give back all the trouble she received last night.
Her pale fingers moved again over Xu Qingyan’s cheek, poke, poke, poke, still no reaction.
Pei Muchan grew a bit angry, seeming to think of something, she changed the angle.
Continuing to prod his cheek, Xu Qingyan’s eyelid twitched, and she immediately withdrew her hand.
Staying motionless with her eyes closed, she pretended nothing happened.
After a while, feeling that he didn’t wake up, Pei Muchan opened her eyes again.
She turned her head, planning to repeat the action, but with a shout, was caught by Xu Qingyan at her “conscience.”
“What…
what are you doing?”
