Tan Xingwei, of course, wanted to kiss everywhere.
Su Xu was still holding her face. Going for what was closest, Tan Xingwei grabbed Su Xu’s wrist. She first nuzzled Su Xu’s palm with her cheek, then turned her head and leaned in.
They almost touched, but Su Xu dodged.
Tan Xingwei held her pose, lips parted, and tilted her head to look at Su Xu.
Su Xu smiled and gently patted Tan Xingwei’s cheek twice. “I’m going to wash my hands.”
It was true that hands needed washing. They had just been packing and had touched many things, so Su Xu wasn’t the only one who needed to wash her hands.
Su Xu went in first, and Tan Xingwei followed. Standing slightly behind and to the side of Su Xu, Tan Xingwei wrapped her arms around her waist, sharing the same faucet.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Tan Xingwei gave Su Xu a slight raise of her eyebrow.
Su Xu curved her lips into a smile, turned off the water, squeezed out some hand soap, and took Tan Xingwei’s hands in hers.
Her fingers squeezed between Tan Xingwei’s pressed-together hands, smearing the slick hand soap onto Tan Xingwei’s palms. Su Xu then slid her hands out, but not all the way, stopping halfway. With the pads of her fingers against the palms, she began to slowly rub.
Tan Xingwei rested her forehead on Su Xu’s shoulder and took a soft breath.
“Big Sister~” Tan Xingwei called out.
Su Xu: “Hm?”
Tan Xingwei discovered a ribbon tied into a bow on the back of Su Xu’s dress.
What would happen if she untied it?
“What are you doing?” Tan Xingwei said, then bit down on the ribbon.
It wasn’t an innocent bite. She bit very slowly and lingeringly, her lips pressing against the fabric as she nibbled.
She felt Su Xu’s hand-washing movements pause for a moment, and she also heard her breath catch.
Tan Xingwei tilted her head back, and the bow was gone.
Su Xu let out a long breath, and the movements of her hands resumed. “Washing your hands for you.”
The tip of Tan Xingwei’s nose was pressed against Su Xu’s back.
So fragrant.
Su Xu was so good at washing.
But soon, Su Xu wouldn’t be able to wash anymore.
Because Tan Xingwei had started.
Such a beautiful back, such a slender waist, such fair skin.
In reality, there was no taste, but with a continuous release of dopamine, Tan Xingwei’s taste buds were stimulated, and the tip of her tongue constantly perceived a sweet flavor.
Not only could Su Xu no longer wash her hands, she weakly braced both hands on the sides of the sink.
The appetizer was over, and Su Xu looked a little overwhelmed.
Su Xu might have been overwhelmed, but Tan Xingwei was thriving. What Su Xu couldn’t wash, she would.
Tan Xingwei leaned in a little closer, took Su Xu’s hands, turned on the faucet, and rinsed them together.
“Big Sister, turn around.”
Hearing this, Su Xu raised her head, and their gazes met in the mirror again.
Su Xu’s gaze was very soft. She seemed to pause for another moment before turning around. She cupped Tan Xingwei’s face, and just like outside, she gently wiped the corner of Tan Xingwei’s mouth with her thumb.
She even said, “I like it.”
Tan Xingwei’s eyes softened. “There’s more to like.”
She was actually a little shy. Tan Xingwei’s mouth had spoken recklessly, but she herself felt quite embarrassed.
Time to get down to business, then.
Tan Xingwei pressed in, tilted her head up slightly, and kissed Su Xu.
Taking complete control, completely lost in it.
The mirror above the sink was framed with a ring of pale yellow light. As Tan Xingwei kissed Su Xu’s neck, she tilted her head and saw the two of them in the mirror.
Su Xu’s head was tilted back, her long, curly hair spilling over her back, swaying with Tan Xingwei’s movements.
The visual impact was intense. Tan Xingwei would sometimes close her eyes, sometimes look at Su Xu, and sometimes look at the mirror.
Big Sister was too beautiful.
So fragrant.
So delicious.
There wasn’t just one bow. Maybe there were two, or perhaps three or four. It was unclear, because in the end, they were all gone.
With a gentle push from Tan Xingwei, Su Xu sat on the sink counter. Tan Xingwei moved closer, her fingers toying with a shoulder strap, and met Su Xu’s gaze.
In Su Xu’s eyes, Tan Xingwei saw a rare coquettishness.
Su Xu’s hands rested on Tan Xingwei’s shoulders. Her breathing was slow, yet heavy.
She said, “Baby, my hands are weak.”
Tan Xingwei asked, “Why?”
Su Xu’s voice was low. “You tell me why.”
Perhaps Tan Xingwei knew, or perhaps she didn’t know much.
Tan Xingwei didn’t know which hand it was. Perhaps it was both.
If her hands were weak, then she should kiss them.
Tan Xingwei randomly chose one to kiss and leaned down.
The scene in the mirror was too beautiful. Su Xu’s legs were very long, and she was holding Tan Xingwei’s head.
Some of Su Xu’s hair fell across her chest, tangling with Tan Xingwei’s bangs. The dress, now bunched at her waist, was just a swathe of slippery fabric, shimmering faintly under the light.
A moment later, Tan Xingwei discovered something interesting.
Su Xu wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Therefore, a series of images flashed through Tan Xingwei’s mind: a scene from when Su Xu finished her shower, to when she packed her luggage, to when she came to the bathroom to wash her hands.
What if she had been like this the whole time?
Tan Xingwei was so captivated she felt her soul slipping away.
The fragrance seemed to take shape and swirl in the air. The atmosphere was a little hot, a little sticky.
It seemed even sweeter than before. Tan Xingwei held Su Xu’s fingers and leaned against her leg.
The beautiful sounds were a catalyst. Tan Xingwei’s cells grew excited, her nerves were in disarray, and she couldn’t help but become more forceful.
A rapid ascent followed by a slow descent. After everything fell silent, Tan Xingwei lifted her head.
Su Xu looked so tired. Her hand rested limply on Tan Xingwei’s head, and she lowered her own head as well.
Along with it came a strand of hair from her temple, floating down lightly onto Tan Xingwei’s face.
A little itchy.
So satisfying.
