CIATB Chapter 188: Such Uncontrollable Emotions
Chapter 188: Such Uncontrollable Emotions
Chapter 188: Such Uncontrollable Emotions
Lin Yourong turned gracefully with a radiant smile and headed towards the guest room door.
Looking at her graceful back, Yu Huan felt captivated by her again and immediately took a few big steps forward, grabbing her small hand.
The two walked hand in hand into the living room, one after the other.
Ru Jie, who was sprawled on the sofa playing on her phone, simply turned her head away, too lazy to watch the two of them showing affection.
Lin Yourong was extremely happy at that moment.
She opened her palm, intertwined her fingers with Yu Huan's, and led him to continue the tour.
Overall.
To the left of the entrance door is a semi-open kitchen with glass sliding doors, as well as a bathroom.
Slightly to the right is the door to the guest room.
After they came out of the guest room and turned right, Yu Huan saw two doors side by side embedded in the wall, quietly waiting to be explored.
Lin Yourong held Yu Huan's hand and walked gracefully forward.
She gently turned the door closest to the corner and said happily, "Yes, this is the master bedroom!"
The two walked hand in hand into it.
Yu Huan looked around and saw a tall, natural-colored wardrobe by the door, its retro door decorations exuding an elegant charm.
In the center of the room, an oak bed is placed against the wall.
Unlike the bare oak bed in the guest room, which has a spring mattress on top.
On the other side of the oak bed, a window is embedded in the wall, and sunlight shines obliquely through the window onto the desk, with dust floating in the beams of light.
Yu Huan looked closely and saw an old-fashioned rocker lamp on the desk, the kind where you screw on the light bulb.
What puzzled him even more was that there was a security door in the inner room of the master bedroom, which was indeed a rather peculiar layout.
Lin Yourong pulled Yu Huan past the oak bed, walked to the security door, gently turned the deadbolt knob, and pushed the door open.
Blue sky and white clouds come into view, and the field of vision suddenly opens up.
Warm sunlight, carried by a fresh breeze, instantly rushes into the room, bringing a sense of tranquility and joy.
Yu Huan peeked out from over her shoulder.
At a glance, I noticed a pile of empty pots and jars by the window. These pots and jars, which were of different shapes and sizes, must have been used to grow flowers and plants.
A sunshade is installed on one side of the exterior wall of the terrace, and there is a wooden bench under the sunshade.
Yu Huan looked up and saw some litter that hadn't been cleaned up in a long time on the transparent polycarbonate sheet of the sunroom. Although it was mostly cigarette butts and the like, the residents upstairs clearly needed to improve their manners.
He said with a smile, "I never expected that the terrace would be connected to the master bedroom."
"It's alright. You can grow flowers and grass here, bask in the sun, and drink tea!"
talking.
Lin Yourong pulled her mask up to her nose, let go of Yu Huan's hand, and strode to the railing of the terrace.
Yu Huan followed closely behind, placing her hands on the wrought iron fence, and together they looked down at the surrounding scenery.
The view from this third-floor terrace is not very open.
Below the fence is a courtyard wall about two stories high, and behind the wall, not far away, are factory buildings. As for the purpose of the factory buildings, that goes without saying.
In this tranquil moment, Yu Huan's left hand seemed to be given a sense of self, involuntarily reaching back and caressing Lin Yourong's rounded breasts.
Yu Huan joked, "When you used to live here, did you ever smell tobacco?"
Lin Yourong's body tensed up for a moment, but then slowly relaxed.
One is born, the second is cooked.
Although she had gotten used to this feeling, she was still a little shy.
With his head drooping and eyes lowered, he replied softly, "Hmm... I haven't smelled it..."
Yu Huan saw that she didn't say anything and didn't object.
His left hand then increased the pressure, gently rubbing her, once again testing her increasingly lowered bottom line.
Lin Yourong jerked her head up as if electrocuted, pushed his shoulder, and turned her head away: "I don't want to talk to you anymore—"
The words have not yet fallen.
He ran away without a care in the world.
I finally got to properly pet it!
Seeing her fleeing figure, Yu Huan hurriedly chased after her and grabbed her hand.
Lowering her voice, her seductive tone still lingered: "Why don't you want to talk to me? What's wrong with giving me a little rub through the layers of fabric?"
Lin Yourong stopped behind the security door and muttered, "You only know how to play tricks on me!"
Yu Huan smiled brightly and said calmly, "True love is just like that, impossible to resist."
I couldn't help but reminisce.
It is both upturned and rounded.
And it's also plump and very elastic.
"Humph!"
Yu Huan stood behind Lin Yourong, glancing at her bright red earlobes.
Small and plump, as tender as a newly blossoming peach petal.
Under strong light, it appears translucent and crystal clear, with tiny blood vessels faintly visible beneath.
So cute.
She couldn't help but raise her other free hand, pinch her fingertips, and gently dust herself off.
Her earlobes trembled slightly.
Lin Yourong shuddered, as if struck by an electric current.
She quickly shook off Yu Huan's hand, covered her earlobe, turned around abruptly, and glared at him.
However, the shyness that filled her eyes made her glaring eyes completely ineffective, instead making her look even more charming and lovely.
Yu Huan said in a serious tone in a low voice, "We're both in our mid-twenties! We're not young anymore, and even our parents are hoping we'll do something that can get us pregnant! They want to hold their grandchildren, you know?"
Uh,
You can't just utter such vulgar words.
Are you saying you're lusting after her body?
Yu Huan's seemingly subtle words sounded even more ferocious to Lin Yourong than those of tigers and wolves.
Lin Yourong's head drooped even lower.
She tried to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat by shyness, and she could only utter a trembling voice with a hint of sobbing: "But I'm really not ready yet..."
Yu Huan listened to her voice, barely audible, each word trembling at the end, clearly indicating her inner turmoil. He felt like the Big Bad Wolf, almost driving her to tears.
Although I really wanted to ask her whether she wasn't ready for pregnancy, or just not ready to do anything that could lead to pregnancy...
But lust is a double-edged sword, and in the end, he restrained himself.
He immediately raised his right hand and punched his outstretched left palm hard with a reproachful look on his face.
Trying to lighten the mood: "Hey! You lecherous hands, how dare you have your own ideas? Next time, you're not allowed to touch your wife without her permission, understand?!"
Hearing the strange, exaggerated words, Lin Yourong couldn't help but break into a smile.
Although she was still wearing a mask, the corners of her smiling mouth seemed to shine through it, and Yu Huan could clearly see them.
Yu Huan took her hand and quickly changed the subject in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "Without further ado, come on, show me your bedroom."
Lin Yourong obediently followed him and started walking.
She gently stroked the joints between his index and middle fingers, and could clearly feel the calluses that had formed from holding a pen for long periods of time, which contrasted sharply with her delicate fingers.
Yu Huan noticed her subtle movement, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.
The pure love warrior wasn't really angry, maybe he just got a little flustered from what he did.
They walked out of the room one after the other, with Yu Huan in front, turning the last door open.
The view behind the door is a similar style of furniture and furnishings to the master bedroom, including a natural-colored wardrobe and an oak bed.
Looking out from the doorway, there's another door across the street, but it leads to a balcony.
At this moment, the doors and windows were wide open, and Yu Huan could clearly see the balcony area, which was not large and contained a desk.
He looked around, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Not bad, is this where my wife grew up?"
Although there was no verbal response, the warmth of her small hand in my palm was more concrete than any reply.
Yu Huan smiled and took her hand, leading her to the balcony: "Yes, this is where my wife studies and strives."
He muttered to himself, then suddenly noticed a photo frame on the desk.
He quickly pulled her forward and began to examine her.
This is a half-body photo.
The girl in the photo is wearing a navy blue and white half-zip school uniform, with short hair that exposes her ears, earrings on her earlobes, and very innocent-looking eyes and brows, while also exuding a cool and aloof temperament.
From her familiar features, one can vaguely recognize that this is Lin Yourong in her teenage years.
With her short hair, she possesses a gentle beauty combined with a cool and sassy charm, no wonder girls confess their love to her and write her love letters.
Just looking at it, the breath of youth seems to waft through the frame.
Yu Huan's face was beaming with smiles, and her lips moved as if she was about to speak, but then she heard Lin Yourong murmuring behind her:
"That day when we watched the fireworks was the first time I officially held hands with a boy. You have no idea how nervous I was... And that morning when we... when we kissed, I felt like I couldn't breathe..."
Yu Huan only felt her hand being pulled and shaken.
He turned his head slightly away.
Lin Yourong was behind him, her head drooping.
Slightly bend over, stare at your toes, and slowly murmur:
"...I've never been in a relationship before, can't you let me feel what it's like? Why are you in such a hurry..."
The girl is still struggling with this.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan said nothing, but simply released her hand, turned around, and hugged her.
He raised his left hand and reached towards the mask on her face.
Lin Yourong clearly realized what Yu Huan wanted to do, and immediately leaned back, shrinking into herself.
However, Yu Huan held her tightly with his right hand, making it difficult for her to escape.
Yu Huan untied the strap from one of her ears and pulled down her mask.
Looking at her pretty, oval face so close to his.
He lowered his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers without hesitation.
Their breathing became increasingly disordered and rapid as time went on.
slowly.
With a soft, slow sucking sound.
Lin Yourong raised her chin, slightly opened her tender and affectionate eyes, and looked at his gentle gaze, as soft as morning dew.
She couldn't help but start taking the initiative.
Each of her short breaths seemed to carry a hint of sweet floral and fruity fragrance.
Yu Huan did not delve into it further.
Time passes bit by bit.
Yu Huan bit her soft lips.
He pressed his face against her increasingly hot cheek and mumbled, "Look, isn't this love?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong leaned back slightly.
Their lips parted.
"Um... I mean, could you slow down a bit..."
Her eyes shifted slightly to the lower right corner.
Her voice grew softer and softer.
She didn't dare look into Yu Huan's burning gaze.
This is because, upon closer inspection, there was a viscous, glistening substance between the two.
to the end.
Only a small fragment of his voice remained, still murmured:
"...It's just...to prepare me mentally..."
Yu Huan licked her wet lips.
That thin, viscous substance was immediately severed.
The two have a height difference of about ten centimeters.
The glistening strand of hair dangled down like a swing, hanging from the corner of her mouth.
It lingered near the tip of her chin, slowly dripping.
(End of this chapter)