Please Listen Quietly as I Love you

Chapter 28

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“Stars, once… How can you repay the debt of these twelve days?”

Although Shen Muchen’s voice was still a little fierce, the hands holding her trembled slightly.

Song Xingran felt it. Teacher Shen, who was always at ease and in control of the overall situation, seemed to be a drowning man at this moment, clinging to her as his driftwood.

“Muchen…” She relented and reached out to touch his sweaty sideburns. This action was like lighting a fuse on Mars.

Shen Muchen roared, pulled out, changed his condom as quickly as possible, and covered her again. He slammed his head down and kissed her. This kiss was no longer a highly skilled guide but a pure and unorganized plunder. He sucked her lips and tongue eagerly, as if to draw oxygen from her mouth.

At the same time, his hips sank. The giant thing that was still testing this time was no longer gentle, but with an impatient fanaticism, it pushed deeply and heavily into her deepest part.

“Hmm!” Song Xingran gasped, her nails digging into his back muscles.

“Sorry…” Shen Muchen gasped, his forehead pressed against her forehead, his eyes full of struggle and sinking.

“I can’t help it anymore.”

“I want to do it… I’m going crazy.”

He was no longer the calm conductor. He shed all his grace and calmness and became a man who only wanted to possess her. He grabbed her hands, not for bondage, but to clasp their ten fingers together. Palm to palm, body temperature melting together.

“Look at me, stars,” his voice was no longer a command but almost a plea.

“Don’t close your eyes… Look at how I love you.”

Those black eyes, which were always as deep and bottomless as an ancient pool, were burning with a fire that was enough to start a prairie fire. Shen Muchen gasped slightly, and the sweat from his forehead slipped down his sharp jawline. With a “pop” sound, it dripped into Song Xingran’s trembling collarbone socket, making her flinch.

But the next second, even hotter waves completely submerged her.

The man who had always been elegant, calm, and seemed to always control the precision scale finally shredded the mask called “reason” at this moment. He was no longer a strategizing director, no longer a frequency tuner, but just a beast driven mad by desire, an ordinary man eager for his lover’s response.

The law that originally had some rules and regulations was completely broken.

The thrusts of her waist became eager and fierce, and her ferocious desire, wrapped in critical power, cut into her wet and soft depths more and more deeply. Every time he penetrated her, it was as if he were going to nail her to death on the bed, crush her soft body and insert it into his own bones and blood.

“Woo…” Song Xingran cried, her voice already too mute, it was a kind of whimper that mixed extreme joy and ultimate fear.

“Call my name, stars… Call again.”

His low voice seemed to have been sanded with sandpaper, with a trembling magnetism. He leaned down and dropped a series of rapid and broken kisses on the red lips that were wide open and panting. This was no longer a punitive plunder but an obsession and attachment, as if a thirsty traveler had finally found a source of water. He sucked her lips and swept the tip of his tongue through her teeth, exchanging the rapid breathing and fluid in each other’s mouths.

“Shen… ha… Muchen…”

Every time she called his name, it was a more stormy impact. The blushing and heart-pounding sound came from the intersection of the two. It was the muffled sound of a fierce collision of flesh and blood. Along with the sticky water sound of the already flooded love liquid being ruthlessly stirred, it echoed in this narrow space, lewd and lewd, but also so sacred that it made people cry.

He freed one hand and pushed open her fingers tightly holding the sheets.

Song Xingran’s fingers turned white due to excessive force but were forced to loosen due to the invasion of his warm palm. He embedded his fingers strongly between her fingertips one by one and clasped his palms together until they were tightly closed. The palms of the two of them were filled with hot and humid sweat, slippery but entangled, as if they had made an unswerving contract in this way.

“Stars… my stars…”

Shen Muchen buried her face in her neck socket, and the scalding hardness raged tirelessly in her tight and warm corridor, grinding the soft flesh that made her sour and weak. It was as if he wanted to knock all the love in this life into her soul in this most primitive and direct way.

“You are mine…”

With a close-thinking shot, these four words exploded in her ears like a spell. Song Xingran’s originally blurred pupils shrank suddenly. This was probably the first time that such a naked and fragile confession had been heard in the mouth of the man who was always aloof and spoke to her in a commanding tone.

“You are my life… I will never let you go again…”

His love words were broken and mixed with heavy gasps, and every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength. That kind of possessiveness, even a little humble and frightened, made Song Xingran’s heart seem to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and sour and sweetness surged up at the same time.

“It’s yours… I’m all… all yours…”

Her crying response became the last straw for his sanity.

He seemed to be going crazy, and his already fierce offensive suddenly became almost violent. He no longer scrupled about skill, no longer looked for angles, but simply and frantically wanted to possess, to leave his mark on the deepest and deepest part of her body.

“Ah—! No… It’s going to break… It’s going to break!”

The pleasure was like a volcano that had been backlogged for a long time, flying wildly along her spine. Song Xingran raised her slender neck like a dying swan, tears bursting out of her eyes. The charming flesh in her body seemed to be alive, spasming and contracting uncontrollably, strangling the weapon that was causing chaos within, trying to melt it.

It was the brink of collapse, the prelude to the simultaneous explosion of the intellect and the flesh.

“Together… Stars, come with me…”

Shen Muchen roared, his voice as low as a trapped beast coming out of the cage. His waist and back muscles were as tight as iron, and every vein rose ferociously. The hot giant tightly wrapped in rubber penetrated her frantically, reached the bottom of her life, and then pressed against her. No more evacuation.

“Hmmhhhhh…”

Screams cut through the air. A prickly white light exploded in front of her eyes, and Song Xingran’s body bounced violently, then trembled violently like an electric shock.

At this same moment, Shen Muchen also let out a satisfied groan. At that moment, it was as if hot magma filled her soul along the corridor that was stretched to the extreme. Even through a thin sleeve, she seemed to feel the scalding heat as he spewed out, the grand pulse that seemed to pour life, soul, and everything into her without reservation.

Instead of immediately backing away, he hugged her tightly. Her arms held her waist like iron pliers. The two sweaty chests were closely connected, and they could clearly feel the frequency of each other’s hearts hitting each other’s chests crazily, gradually tending to synchronize.

“My star…”

In the aftertaste of the climax, he gave a pious kiss under the corner of her sweaty sideburns, as soft as a sigh but with an unforgettable weight.

The aftertaste of the climax lingered for a long time.

Shen Muchen fell on Song Xingran, his heavy breath sprayed on the side of her neck. The out-of-control plunder just now made him look like a finally satisfied lion, lazily not wanting to move. Song Xingran’s arms still ring around his neck, and his fingers unconsciously shuttle through his sweaty short hair. She had never seen such a Shen Muchen: so enthusiastic, so out of control, so… it made people’s hearts move.

“Muchen…” She called to him softly.

“Um,” Shen Muchen responded, his voice hoarse. He held up his upper body and looked down at her, his eyes so tender that they could drown.

He wanted to pull over the quilt and hold her for a good night’s sleep. However, when his palms held up on his side and he was about to get up, his eyebrows jumped sharply.

Wet.

And it’s… so cool and wet.

He lowered his head and saw clearly the miserable state under him through the weak night light.

The expensive dark gray silk sheet seemed to have just been fished out of the water. The dark water stains centered on Song Xingran spread around and occupied almost half of the bed.

To make matters worse, the liquid dripped along the bedside.

Tick, tick.

It landed on the sound-absorbing carpet of long-haired pure wool that he had specially selected beside the bed.

The dark liquid quickly seeped into the long pale gray plush, spreading a dazzling stain, and the sweet musky smell in the air mixed with the dampness fermented in the closed space.

Shen Muchen’s brows furrowed instantly.

The originally gentle wave of light in the fundus of the eye was replaced by a physiological disgust and mysophobia. It was simply a nuclear disaster for a man who demands the ultimate perfection of his environment.

“…..”

He stared at the rug, his face sinking horribly into deathly silence.

Song Xingran also felt the stickiness under him, and even more so the sudden change in his aura. She followed his gaze and saw that the sheets were destroyed and the carpets were destroyed. The whole person instantly turned red into cooked shrimp. God, was that her doing it? She actually… made Shen Muchen’s most precious studio bedroom a water curtain cave.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” she was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her face in the pillow. Her voice was as small as a mosquito’s cry. “I didn’t mean to…”

Shen Muchen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart to immediately call the cleaning company to pry the floor open. He turned his head and looked at the little woman in his arms who was dying of shame and anger and was about to cry. Although mysophobia was uncomfortable, looking at her appearance, the love in his heart finally prevailed.

“What to wash? Do you still have the strength?”

He sighed helplessly. Although his eyebrows had not yet been released, his tone had softened, with a hint of laziness and ridicule after being satisfied:

“Not very good-looking. It seems that the bed tonight… and this carpet are all useless.”

“Then… What should I do?” Song Xingran wanted to cry.

“Move.”

Shen Muchen said, lifted the quilt, bent down, and picked her up horizontally. He stepped barefoot on the floor and deliberately avoided the soaked carpet area, as if to avoid some source of the virus. He carried her to the floor-to-ceiling window in the corner of the room. A velvet chaise lounge in deep purple was placed there.

He carefully placed her on the chair, turned to the cloakroom, and took a brand new duvet. After simply wiping the two bodies, he squeezed into the chaise lounge. The chairs were a bit narrow, which forced them to cling tightly together with their hands and feet intertwined.

Shen Muchen hugged her into his arms, his chin pressed against her head, but his eyes drifted again to the large bed at the “water scene” not far away, and the carpet that made him haunted.

“I have to ask someone to take care of it tomorrow,” there was a cold feeling of “killing and making decisions” in his voice.

“Do you want to replace the mattress?” Song Xingran asked with a guilty conscience.

“Hmm. Replace it with waterproof,” Shen Muchen’s palms gently rubbed around her waist, and her fingertips were mischievously tapped at her sensitive waist.

“And that carpet…” He squinted, his tone so disgusted that he threw it away. From now on, there will be no carpets in this room.

“Otherwise,” he whispered in her ear, his voice full of banter, “at your rate of flooding… I might go bankrupt washing the carpet.”

“Shen Muchen!!” Song Xingran was so ashamed and angry that he opened his mouth and bit him hard through his nightgown.

“Shut up!”

“Hiss… Dog?” Although Shen Muchen was crying out in pain, his arm around her tightened.

He kissed her hair, closed his eyes in that faint fragrance of hair, and his voice returned to infinite tenderness:

“Sleep, Miss Faucet.”

Song Xingran rubbed in his arms and finally closed her eyes with peace of mind.

In the last second before consciousness dissipated, she heard him add softly above her head, a voice more solemn than ever:

“Good night, my star.”

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