Qu Yun's lips sealed his mouth.
You Ran opened her eyes wide and looked at Qu Yun's handsome face so close to hers. She finally realized that her guess was correct.
This was the twelfth lesson Qu Yun taught her—her great-uncle did exist.
[Lesson 13] Relationships can be taken to the next level.
This time, Qu Yun's lips tasted of wine, a slow, lingering taste of wine.
You Ran's eyes peered over Qu Yun's shoulder toward the living room—several empty wine bottles sat on the coffee table.
He got drunk on his birthday.
The liquor was strong; even just the lingering taste in Qu Yun's mouth made You Ran slightly tipsy.
Qu Yun pulled the lively atmosphere into the room, closed the door, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her passionately.
Yes, this kiss was different from usual; it was a deep, torrential kiss.
You Ran felt that Qu Yun seemed to be demanding everything from her. Their lips were pressed tightly together, not just pressed together, but almost like an inlay, as if to melt the bright red lips with an unknown fire and merge them together.
Qu Yun's tongue was like a mighty army with the momentum of a rainbow, marching towards the beautiful land it was sure to conquer, advancing in one fell swoop, not giving You Ran a chance to catch her breath.
My eardrums, which had been relaxed, began to vibrate as rapidly as my heartbeat, just as the war drums began to sound.
Before my eyes, bursts of brilliance and darkness appeared, like banners waving across the sky.
The lips of the leisurely man began to swell and become numb, as if iron cavalry were advancing and crushing this tender land.
You Ran wanted to resist, to resist this sudden attack. She reached out her book and pushed against Qu Yun's chest. She turned her head away, trying to avoid Qu Yun's passionate kiss.
But the flames of war had already spread across the battlefield, and the only fate for any living being was to await destruction.
The leisurely resistance, on the contrary, was like a gust of wind, helping the flames of war to burn even more fiercely.
In the sun-blocking yellow sand, You Ran's eyes could not see clearly; in the thunderous drums, You Ran's ears could not hear; and under the trampling of horses' hooves, You Ran's senses had been extinguished.
Therefore, she had no idea how Qu Yun had led her from the wall to the sofa.
But now, she's pressing down on the sofa, while Qu Yun is pressing down on her.
The enemy is at the city gates.
Qu Yun's lips never left his, and You Ran had a feeling that at this moment, he was like an endless black hole, about to devour everything.
This was the first time You Ran had felt that Qu Yun's fingertips were so cool and smooth—and at that moment, they were moving under her clothes.
From beneath the hem of the garments—a vast army of horses breached the city gates.
Cool, smooth fingers roamed over delicate skin, sending a slight shiver down your spine—wearing icy armor, wandering through the conquered city.
Before she knew it, her clothes were undone, revealing her incredibly fair skin—the fierce iron cavalry was about to capture the capital.
At this point, Qu Yun's lips found another battlefield—they left You Ran's lips and began kissing and sucking down the elegant curve of her neck, leaving small, moist circles on every part of her body.
You Ran's senses were all focused on the areas where Qu Yun was wreaking havoc; all her sensitivity followed Qu Yun's movements as if it were about to burst through her skin.
You Ran gazed at the lights on the ceiling; the dark patterns clustered together in a calm elegance, much like its owner, the man who clung to her.
Qu Yun's hair was slightly disheveled, carrying a sense of languor, and every bit of messiness shimmered with a sensual sheen.
Her beautiful nostrils twitched slightly with her unusual breathing, and the breath she exhaled always landed on You Ran's skin, creating a dazzling display.
Desire, like a smoldering fire in a field, spread between the two at an incredible speed.
You Ran felt that on this cold January 18th, fires were burning everywhere—in the room, on Qu Yun's body, and inside her own body.
Qu Yun lowered his head, his hair hanging down. He wasn't wearing his non-prescription glasses, so his clear and deep eyes radiated a bewitching light without restraint, like handcuffs with flowing light, tightly locking You Ran in place.
You Ran should have pushed him away, but she couldn't.
Often, things happen beyond our control.
The scent of wine emanating from Qu Yun made You Ran feel dizzy. In that instant, she forgot all the things she shouldn't have done, forgot the purpose of her visit, and even forgot who she was.
You Ran simply asked one question: "Do you want me?"
Qu Yun nodded, her hair fluttering in the breeze.
"Why do you want me?" You Ran asked again.
Qu Yun's eyes were clear and pure, and her leisurely figure was perfectly clear within them.
That requires the highest purity, or the deepest darkness, to achieve.
You Ran didn't have time to think about whether Qu Yun was pure or evil at this moment. She only heard Qu Yun's reply: "Because you are Li You Ran... Li You Ran."
The smoke of battle rose everywhere, the flames of war raged endlessly, and the weapons clashed. Afterward, all living beings fell silent.
Take it or leave it.
As You Ran actively clung to Qu Yun's neck, having initially resisted, she thought to herself.
The ceiling lights, after a while, transform from plain patterns into vibrant, spreading colors in a leisurely gaze, quietly releasing their energy.
You Ran is not someone who acts without considering the consequences. For example, she knows that if she eats the ice cream in front of her, she won't be able to fit into her new jeans. For example, she knows that the teacher will definitely call roll before she skips PE class. For example, she knows that if she buys designer clothes, she will not have a penny left in her pocket for the next two months.
However, she still ate high-calorie ice cream, skipped the PE class where attendance was always taken, and bought the dress that bankrupted her.
This time was no different. There was a voice in her heart telling her not to act impulsively and to stop Qu Yun immediately, otherwise the consequences would be severe.
But You Ran did not; she obeyed Qu Yun.
Their relationship quickly escalated from emotional to physical.
The process was somewhat blurry for You Ran; she only remembered the pain that every woman goes through. As for how she was carried upstairs and placed on the bed, You Ran had no recollection of it.
It was already dark, and the room was dark, but You Ran knew that Qu Yun was lying next to her.
The aerobic exercise for both men and women had ended, but every part of You Ran's body was still red, like a shrimp that had been cooked and eaten.
For the umpteenth time, You Ran felt that she was born to be jinxed by Qu Yun. Sure enough, she came here to eat him, but who knew that she would be eaten by him instead.
While lost in thought, You Ran heard Qu Yun sigh softly beside her, and instantly, her nerves tensed up.
After a while, Qu Yun's voice came from the darkness, "Does it still hurt?"
His tone was gentler than ever before.
You Ran's heart was pounding like a drum, and it took her a long time to answer, "It's okay."
After a pause, You Ran felt that since others had shown concern for her, she should reciprocate. Therefore, she asked again, "And you, are you in pain?"
Qu Yun: "..."
In the darkness, there was the sound of someone gasping for breath.
After a long while, Qu Yun finally answered, "Why would it be me in pain?"
The voice sounded like someone had just caught their breath.
“After all…” You Ran covered her mouth and nose with the sheet and whispered, “Your body… isn’t made of iron either.”
In the darkness, someone gasped again.
Although she had already been seen, touched, and eaten naked, You Ran still covered herself tightly with the blanket, displaying a belated shyness.
However, You Ran didn't notice that she and Qu Yun were sharing the same blanket. Therefore, Qu Yun's hand encountered no resistance and reached directly from under the sheet to the inside of You Ran's thigh, his cool and smooth fingers caressing her warm skin.
That tender, white skin, so close to her private area, was You Ran's most sensitive spot. The moment Qu Yun touched her, every inch of You Ran's skin began to tense up, her muscles contracted, and even her bones began to creak and rub against each other.
"You... take your hand away right now." You Ran was so embarrassed and annoyed that her tongue almost fell off.
"I can't do it."
"Take it away!!!" You Ran felt as if her face was being boiled in boiling water.
"I really... have a hard time doing it."
"Qu Yun, take it away right now, or I'll kill myself!!!" Steam began to come out of You Ran's ears and nostrils.
“You’re holding my hand so tightly—it’s really hard to get it off,” Qu Yun said.
You Ran then realized that when Qu Yun touched her, she subconsciously squeezed her legs together, and naturally, Qu Yun's hand was firmly trapped between her thighs.
In other words, You Ran was shouting for Qu Yun to take his hand away while simultaneously clamping his hand tightly between her fingers.
There is nothing more shameful in the world than this.
He quickly loosened his thighs, leisurely pulled up the sheet, tightly covered his head, and made up his mind that he would eat, drink, and relieve himself all in this room for the rest of his life.
The sheet was quite thick, and I nestled comfortably inside, when suddenly I realized that Qu Yun outside had fallen silent.
Could it be that this man ate and then ran away?!
You Ran was filled with regret. She had decided to run away the moment she finished, but the unbearable pain in her lower body made her give up the idea. Little did she know that Qu Yun had actually plagiarized her idea.
As a result, You Ran felt that she had once again lost the battle.
Just as they were considering whether to burn the house down, the bed sheet was suddenly tugged.
Immediately afterwards, a warm, soft towel touched the spot where she had been injured.
You Ran, like a turtle that had been heated in oil, suddenly stretched her neck out of the quilt.
She saw that Qu Yun was sitting next to her, lifting the sheet covering his lower body and placing a hot towel on... the area where he had just injured him.
In an instant, You Ran looked as if he had just killed someone, his whole body covered in blood, even redder than Red Boy.
"What are you doing?!"
You Ran sat up and desperately tried to pull the sheet over her naked lower body, but Qu Yun pushed her back onto the bed with just one finger.
Seeing her naked lower body being openly stared at by Qu Yun, You Ran was so ashamed that tears streamed down her face. She did a sit-up and grabbed at Qu Yun with both hands.
This time, Qu Yun didn't push her down or even touch her. He only did one thing—he pulled off the sheet that You Ran was using to cover her distress.
"You invincible seductive bastard!!!" You Ran cursed loudly, quickly lay down, and covered her upper body with the blanket.
As for her lower body, You Ran burst into tears; she was utterly powerless to protect herself.
But surrendering was not in You Ran's nature. Although her hands were immobile, her feet were still there. So, You Ran suddenly raised her foot and kicked Qu Yun.
But the force was too great, and the previously injured area was torn apart again, causing You Ran so much pain that her teeth almost fell out.
"Be good, don't move," Qu Yun said.
The voice was gentle, melting into the darkness, turning into a warm current, flowing into You Ran's ears in waves, making her feel slightly tipsy.