"Just close it when I tell you to!" Li Yang shouted.
"Okay." Wang Xia hugged her pipa and closed her eyes.
"Don't peek!" Li Yang warned.
“It won’t be fun if you peek! This is your birthday present!” Li Yang said, coaxing a child.
"Okay, okay, I know!" Wang Xia said in a sweet, cloying voice.
A few minutes later, Li Yang turned off all the lights in the bar.
"Ah—why did you turn off the light? I'm afraid of the dark!" Wang Xia suddenly cried out in panic. She couldn't fall asleep without the light on every night.
"Don't worry, it will be bright soon!" Li Yang shouted anxiously.
"Then hurry up!" Wang Xia put down her pipa and covered her eyes with her hands, afraid that she would not be able to bear it and open her eyes.
“That’s good…” Li Yang said.
"Hmm... all done. Open your eyes!" Li Yang suddenly cheered.
Wang Xia released her hands, and the orange lights flickered in front of her in the bar. On each table in the dark bar, a red candle was lit, trembling and blinking like stars in the night sky.
The dark sky hung low.
Bright stars accompany me
Insects fly, insects fly
Who are you missing?
The stars in the sky are weeping.
The roses on the ground withered
Cold wind blows, cold wind blows
As long as you're with me
Insects fly, flowers sleep
It's only beautiful when there are two pairs.
Not afraid of the dark
I'm just afraid of heartbreak.
Regardless of whether I'm tired or not
Regardless of east, west, south, or north...
Li Yang sang softly, his muscles trembling as he controlled his vocal cords, producing an ethereal, heavenly voice that conveyed a sorrowful loneliness, a desperate search for love, and a feeling that even the heartless insects felt lonely and sad because of human sentimentality.
Li Yang gazed at Wang Xia with tender infatuation, their eyes filled with a kind of love that seemed to linger on the backdrop of twinkling stars. Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Milky Way, their love was a love so profound that a single meeting in the golden autumn breeze and dewy moonlight surpassed countless earthly encounters.
"Happy birthday!" Li Yang said softly. A small, exquisite cake appeared on the table as if by magic, with a red candle stuck in it. Tears streamed down Wang Xia's face, just like the pear blossoms in the rain, more beautiful than the flowers.
"Li Yang... I hope everything today is from your heart. I'd rather believe it's all true!" Wang Xia said dreamily, holding Li Yang's hand, hugging his waist tightly, and pressing her face against his chest, wishing she could merge into him.
"Everything I did today was from the bottom of my heart, all for you. I never play with feelings. I remember those who are good to me. And those who are bad to me, I'll retaliate with my fists! That's just the kind of person I am—clear about right and wrong!" Li Yang said, stroking Wang Xia's soft black hair.
"Am I someone you care about?" Wang Xia asked, looking up at him with a dreamy expression.
“Of course. You are my peaceful haven,” Li Yang said earnestly, bowing his head.
Wang Xia's lips were slightly parted, her eyes were slightly closed, and she looked up expectantly, waiting for Li Yang.
Li Yang lowered his head knowingly and took her lips into his mouth; they were smooth and soft. Wang Xia, however, simply opened her mouth with her teeth tightly closed, unsure of what to do next.
Li Yang held her in his arms, lowered his head to taste her soft lips, and then slowly pried open her teeth, his tongue probing inside, guiding her movements in accordance with his actions.
Her passionate kisses and stiff body both indicated that she was a flower that had never bloomed.
Looks like Li Yang's going to be playing Bao Zheng in Kaifeng today—a special agent for Kaifeng! And, well, they're all beauties!
Chapter 585: Red Tears
Li Yang didn't want to pluck this flower so easily, but when he hesitated slightly, Wang Xia took the initiative to attack, which was quite inconsistent with her calm and aloof personality.
Li Yang went along with it, and after a few words of greeting, he felt incredibly satisfied. Her figure was surprisingly alluring, with its ups and downs, exquisite curves, and captivating charm.
Li Yang held her tightly, placed her on the bar counter, and slowly unbuttoned her cheongsam, his hands touching her smooth, ice cream-like skin.
Wang Xia blushed bright red, but she was not afraid at all, staring intently at Li Yang with a burning gaze.
Her full breasts rose and fell with Li Yang's movements. Li Yang suddenly stopped at the last opening, his hand sliding down to the slit of the cheongsam. It was a cheongsam with a distinctly old Shanghai feel, the slit extending all the way to her thighs, partially revealing her fair and slender legs. Touching them felt smooth, like riding a slide. Lifting the hem of the cheongsam, Li Yang buried his face in it, kissing her jade-like calves and ankles. When his burning lips touched her ankles, Wang Xia's body suddenly trembled, letting out a suppressed moan. Her eyes instantly became alluring, shimmering with desire, she was aroused.
Li Yang was taken aback, then realized that her ankle must be her sensitive spot. So, instead of leaving, he kissed her even more passionately.
"oh--"
Wang Xia let out a soft moan and suddenly clamped Li Yang's head between her legs. With one hand, she grabbed Li Yang's hair, while the other hand groped aimlessly on the bar counter, leaving faint marks on the bar.
Crackling sounds...
The candles burned passionately, and teardrops streamed down, just like the passionate emotions in a certain part of Wang Xia's body. Li Yang's mouth continued its labor, and Wang Xia's body writhed like a snake on the bar, seemingly unable to control herself.
Under the light, her snow-white skin glowed with a captivating whiteness, tinged with pink camouflage, perfectly complementing the bright red teardrops.