TSTFTR Chapter 23

Xuan Yun said, “You, you, you, you…”

“Darling, don’t worry,” Yu Qiu lazily replied, his tone inexplicably sexy. He reached out and hooked Xuan Yun’s chin, a playful smile in his eyes. “We’re going back for the Spring Festival, there’s still over two months.”

“I-I’m not worried!” Xuan Yun said, “Just stop talking, let me wipe your face for you.”

Yu Qiu closed his eyes again, and Xuan Yun continued to gently wipe his face, from the corners of his eyes to his nose, tenderly caressing his lips, with a hint of ambiguous intent.

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In his mind, Yu Qiu suddenly saw a scene.

Yu Qiu lowered his head, transparent tears flowed across his skin, lingered at the corners of his lips, then fell, tracing over his collarbone and disappearing into the unseen.

The towel passed his chin and wiped his neck. Yu Qiu had a graceful neck. Xuan Yun remembered the first time he saw him, standing in the rain, completely soaked but still holding his head high, proud like a swan.

Now he was wearing a beige thin sweater, and the collar wasn’t high, revealing his collarbone.

Exquisite and beautiful.

Xuan Yun’s towel slowly slid down.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he looked up to meet Yu Qiu’s smiling yet ambiguous gaze. Yu Qiu said, “Do you want to wipe this place too?”

“Can’t I?” Xuan Yun kissed the corner of his lips. “I’m just checking to see if it’s dirty from tears.”

Yu Qiu paused for a moment and then slowly released his grip.

Xuan Yun held onto his sweater and pulled it down, revealing his gracefully contoured shoulder and exposed collarbone. Xuan Yun noticed a mole just below his collarbone.

He reverently kissed that mole, gently touching it with his tongue. Yu Qiu shuddered, feeling a bit embarrassed from the moist sensation. He looked at Xuan Yun, who hooked his lips and said, “I’m marking my territory here. You’re mine now and can never run off with anyone else.”

“You can only belong to me.”

This sentence was like throwing a fire into a raging blaze, desire waving its flags and cheering, and Yu Qiu surrendered to Xuan Yun’s conquest.

He embraced Xuan Yun and kissed him.

Xuan Yun’s hand slowly wandered, unbuttoning his pants. Yu Qiu reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.

Xuan Yun kissed him, kissed his neck, kissed the mole below his collarbone, kissed his chest, and finally buried himself between his legs. Overwhelmed by the surge of emotions, Yu Qiu’s mind became hazy. He managed to find some reason and said, “Don’t… dirty…”

But soon, he couldn’t say anything.

His hands couldn’t help but hold onto Xuan Yun’s hair. Looking down, he saw moonlight shining on his hands and strands of hair. Xuan Yun’s lips were around him, their lips were crimson—the most chaotic yet sacred scene in the world.

Later, Xuan Yun found that although he acted like a pro, when it really happened, he was still a bit nervous.

“Is this… is this the right place?” Xuan Yun hesitated for a moment. “This… it’s too small, are you sure?”

Yu Qiu helplessly said, “It’s the right place.”

At this critical moment, the idol in the eyes of the fans, a pure and innocent angel, whispered in Yu Qiu’s ear, “I think I can’t do it.”

“…”

Suddenly, Xuan Yun thought of a question, “How do you know it’s possible to go in here?”

Yu Qiu couldn’t endure it any longer and turned around to kiss him, sealing his lips, telling him with actions what “sit on top, move yourself” meant.

The night passed by.

Yu Qiu woke up and suddenly remembered that he hadn’t finished editing the audio.

Beauty’s seduction led to delay.

Xuan Yun was up early, sitting earnestly on the bed, not caring about being naked, wholeheartedly tending to him from behind.

“…”

Xuan Yun: “Don’t move, I’ll take care of it for you, it’s all messy inside…”

Last night, the two of them went wild for quite some time, and they didn’t stop all night. Yu Qiu always thought of Xuan Yun as a little puppy, but now he realized that Xuan Yun was more like a teddy bear.

His whole body was sore. The first time making love was indeed uncomfortable, but he still felt happy. Yu Qiu thought to himself, “Who feels comfortable after being…?”

Of course, in retrospect, all of these experiences became “truly fragrant.”