Chapter 599: Chapter 599: Still Don’t Want to Go Back?
Tang Li explained, "The light was a bit dazzling just now, it’s much better now."
Having said that, she no longer faced the wall.
The blush on her face had not yet faded, and she couldn’t help but glance towards Song Baiyan.
In her field of vision was the man’s shoulders and the smoke.
Tang Li stood in the corner for a few seconds, then walked over and crouched by his side. Getting closer, she noticed that Song Baiyan had a long scar on his abdomen, likely due to improper stitching, like a centipede, somewhat horrifying to look at.
She reached out, her fingertips pressing on the scar.
Song Baiyan paused in his actions and heard Tang Li ask, "Did it hurt a lot at that time?"
The man’s gaze met hers, filled with concern.
"It must have been very painful," Tang Li answered for him.
After all, in her past life, she had been shot, and even if that shot had claimed her life, the pain she felt before dying was still deeply etched in her memory.
Tang Li touched the scar: "The doctor’s stitching skills weren’t very good."
As she finished speaking, her wrist was grasped.
She was lifted up and sat on Song Baiyan’s lap.
Song Baiyan steadied her with his hand: "Having seen it, when do you plan on going back to sleep?"
"In a bit," said Tang Li, her gaze shifting slightly, as she detected the scent of the man’s body wash, a hint of mint mixed with a faint smell of nicotine. Although the scent of smoke was a bit pungent, she did not feel averse to it; on the contrary, this position somewhat clouded her senses.
As if drawn by some force, Tang Li lowered her head and kissed the man’s thin lips, grazing them gently, almost imperceptibly, trying to pry open his tightly sealed lips.
A pair of delicate white hands touched the man’s shoulders.
Song Baiyan tightened his hold around her waist while his other hand, which was holding a cigarette, grasped her chin, no longer letting her tease him, responding to her kiss.
The balmy night breeze blew through the crack in the door.
Tang Li suddenly felt a bit warm.
In the midst of their kiss, her right hand returned to the front of her pajamas.
Song Baiyan’s large hand, like the warm sun at the end of spring, caressed Tang Li’s side through her pajamas; her body was soft, unlike the hard musculature of a man, seemingly as if it could be squeezed to produce water.
Before long, Tang Li had undone all the buttons on her pajama top.
As she shed her pajamas, she could distinctly feel the rough texture of the man’s palm.
Tang Li was wearing a sports bra, similar to a wrap, and Song Baiyan noticed her movements, pausing the kiss to see her smooth, fair shoulders, along with the scattered pajamas on the floor. Before he could react, Tang Li kissed him again, this time with an irresistible assertiveness.
A chunk of ash fell to the ground and shattered.
Tang Li was no longer passive; even if her mind was hazy, she still extended her tongue, which was promptly blocked, making breathing somewhat difficult, her mouth filled with Song Baiyan’s dominant tongue.
The man’s broad palm explored behind her sports bra, caressing the girl’s delicate back, causing her heart to race and to crave more.
"Don’t want to go back yet?" Song Baiyan’s voice was somewhat husky, spreading around Tang Li’s lips.
Tang Li gave a vague hum in response.
Her hands firmly clung to the man’s sturdy shoulders.
Sitting on Song Baiyan’s lap, up close, Tang Li quickly caught on.
A thought flashed through her mind—
After that night in London, she thought Song Baiyan was truly chaste, but now, he seemed... aroused.
Realizing this, Tang Li’s right hand slid down accordingly.