The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Chapter 1294 Yunrui Enchanting: Love is a Verb

In the afternoon, they went to a pottery gallery on the outskirts of the city. Gu Yunqian fumbled with the clay, unable to control the strength of his fingertips, and the cups he formed were crooked.

Su Xingya sat across from him, watching the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. She couldn't help but reach out to help him adjust the pottery: "It should be like this, with your palm against the edge and slowly turning it."

He took her hand and placed her palm against the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of the clay taking shape as it rotated.

"This way it won't tilt." When he lowered his head, his breath brushed against her earlobe, carrying the smell of clay and the cedar scent on his body. "Just like us, we need to work together to keep it steady."

As the sunset dyed the sky red, they left the pottery gallery holding two cutely ugly cups.

Gu Yunqian insisted on stuffing her cup into his bag: "I'll take it, don't break it."

Su Xingya watched him carefully guard the cup, and suddenly remembered that he did the same when they first got married. He carefully put all her discarded sketches into a folder and said, "This is my wife's hard work."

When I got home, dusk had already filled the living room.

Gu Yunqian went to take a shower, and Su Xingya put the cup on the display stand in the entrance, facing the door.

This way, every time he comes home, he will see it first - just like he always puts things related to her in the most conspicuous place in the house.

Not long after the sound of water stopped in the bathroom, Gu Yunqian came out wrapped in a bath towel. Water droplets from the ends of his hair dripped onto his collarbone, slid along the lines of his muscles into the bath towel, and formed a small wet mark on his waist.

Su Xingya was bending over to water the green plants. When she caught a glimpse of the drop of water out of the corner of her eye, the kettle at her fingertips shook, and the water spilled onto the floor, wetting her skirt.

"Be careful." He walked over, took out a tissue, squatted down and helped her wipe the hem of her skirt. When his fingertips touched the skin of her calf, Su Xingya subconsciously retracted her leg, but he held her ankle.

He looked up at her, his eyelashes still adorned with water droplets, his eyes brighter than the crystal chandelier in the living room. "Why are you running?"

His fingertips, warm from the bath, slid up along the ankle, stopping at the soft flesh behind the knee and pressing gently.

Su Xingya's breathing became chaotic, and the kettle in her hand fell to the carpet with a thud. Gu Yunqian took advantage of the situation and lifted her up by the waist. The towel loosened half an inch in the process, sticking to her waist and scorching hot.

"Put me down..." Her voice was buried in the crook of his neck, trembling with breath.

"No." He bit her earlobe and licked the round earlobe with the tip of his tongue. "I haven't finished what I promised you last night."

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were not drawn, and the moonlight flowed in like water, forming a silver glow on the carpet.

When Gu Yunqian put her on the bed, he first put his fingertips into her hair and helped her remove the hair tie.

The moment her long hair spread out, he leaned over and kissed her, from her forehead to the corners of her lips, and then to the collarbone at the neck - there was still a light red mark from last night, like a private seal he had stamped.

Su Xingya's fingertips sank into the texture of his back, and she could clearly feel the bulge in his spine.

He had lost some weight recently, but was still strong. When he rested his arm on her ear, his muscles stretched out in smooth lines, like the god of war in ancient Greek sculptures. But when he kissed her, his strength was as light as a feather.

This contrast made her heart hot, and she couldn't help but move forward and bite his lower lip.

Gu Yunqian's breathing suddenly became heavy.

He suddenly tightened his arms and pressed her deeper into his arms, as if he wanted to embed their bones together.

Su Xingya could feel the vibrations of his chest, like the sound of distant tides, carrying an irresistible force. His palms caressed her back, his fingertips rolling over the hollow of her butterfly bone, where the red mark left by his kiss last night still remained, now like a budding flower in the moonlight.

"Xingya..." His voice was hoarse, a hoarseness of emotion, "Look at me."

When Su Xingya opened her eyes, she met his gaze. Those eyes, always calm and composed, were now filled with a surging tide of passion, clearly reflecting her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

His thumb brushed the corner of her lips, and the touch of the thin callus made her tremble, but also made her feel extremely at ease - this was her Gu Yunqian, a man who would not give an inch at the negotiating table, but would take off all his armor in front of her.

His kiss became quick and deep, filled with unquestionable possessiveness. Su Xingya could taste the faint mint in his throat, the gum he had chewed that afternoon, fearing the smoke would bother her.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the gauze curtains onto his arms, and he could see the veins throbbing slightly with his movements, but he immediately slowed down his strength when she frowned.

"Does it hurt?" He pressed his nose against hers, their breaths mingling. "Tell me if it hurts."

Su Xingya shook her head, grabbed his fingers with her backhand, and pressed his palm against her heart.

Her heart was beating so fast and sharply, as if it was going to burst through her chest, but it was conveying a message very clearly - she loved him, this man who was decisive in the business world but extremely gentle in front of her.

The bed rocked slightly, hitting the wall with a dull sound, but it was drowned out by the breathing of the two people.

Gu Yunqian's kiss fell on the crook of her neck, moving down along her collarbone, leaving faint marks on the skin of her chest. Those marks were like stars, shimmering in the moonlight, a secret that belonged only to them.

Su Xingya's fingertips grasped his hair, her fingertips weaving through the thick black hair until they touched the mole on the back of his neck. She rubbed it until it turned red, but Gu Yunqian hummed, as if it was both comfortable and unbearable.

He suddenly turned over and hugged her to him, letting her sit between his waist and abdomen, his palms supporting her waist, his strength steady enough to make her feel at ease.

"How about you do it yourself?" His voice was close to her cleavage, carrying a moist and hot breath, "Just like last time in the studio."

Su Xingya's face flushed instantly. Last time in the studio, she was wearing his white shirt and he had tangled with her in front of the canvas, knocking over her painting tools and spilling them onto the carpet.

Those chaotic and hot memories came flooding back, making her movements weak, but he held her waist and lifted her up gently.

The moonlight illuminated his taut jawline, and sweat slid down the line and dripped onto her lower abdomen like hot pearls.

Su Xingya lowered her head and kissed away the drop of sweat. When the tip of her tongue touched his skin, Gu Yunqian's body trembled violently, and he held her arms tighter.

"Stop it..." His voice was filled with suppressed gasps, "If you continue like this, I won't be polite."

By "you're welcome," he meant pushing her back onto the bed and silencing her giggle with a deeper kiss.

This time, he no longer restrained himself, and all his love and desire turned into a surging wave, sweeping the two of them in.

Su Xingya could feel his heartbeat gradually overlapping with her own, like two waves finally merging into the same ocean.

Later in the night, Su Xingya nestled in Gu Yunqian's arms, listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest. His fingertips traced circles on her back, occasionally touching the red mark on her waist, and he would slow down and gently caress it.

"I'll take you to the hot springs tomorrow." He suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse with sleepiness, "That private bath has the rose bath you like. I've already reserved it."

Su Xingya huddled closer to him, her nose rubbing against his chin, where some blue stubble pricked his skin, making it slightly itchy. "Okay," she said, her voice slurred and heavy with sleep. "And we want some hot spring eggs."

"I've arranged everything for you." He kissed the top of her head and tucked the corner of the quilt into her neck. "Go to sleep, I'm here."

The moonlight gradually faded, and when the sky turned pale, Su Xingya was already asleep. However, Gu Yunqian did not close his eyes, but just looked down at her sleeping face.

There was still a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and her long hair spread in his arms, like a piece of soft silk...