5. “Make some noise for me.”

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath; her intimate apparel had been hand-washed by Jiang Yan two hours earlier and was now drying on the balcony. Her delicate skin pressed against him, and her faint scent made him dizzy.

That night before the new year, they had done everything intimate, yet he had never clearly seen her face.

When he came in, he had turned on the desk lamp. The warm yellow light illuminated the desk, fading by the bed, but it was enough for him to make out her flushed face.

Her breathing was unsteady, a slight gasp escaping her lips, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her eyelids, hiding the moisture at the corners of her eyes.

Usually cold, proud, and delicate, she was now soft enough to stir wicked thoughts.

Jiang Yan squeezed between her legs but wasn’t hasty. He caressed her waist inch by inch, his rough palm carrying a burning heat that moved around, tickling her. It reminded Lin Xingzi of how he had touched her all over in the police station, in plain sight, without changing his expression. This man was always good at faking it. In the instant he turned to block his colleagues’ view, his hands slid over her sweaty waist, but then he turned his back and adopted a businesslike demeanor again.

It felt like something was crawling on her stomach. Lin Xingzi was so aroused by him that she felt terribly uncomfortable. According to her personality, she should have kicked him off the bed first and then acted coy for a while, but she vaguely felt she was already wet. Getting off was a win.

“Mmm...” Lin Xingzi arched her back in discomfort.

But just as she left the bed, one of the man’s hands crawled up and covered her right breast. The calluses on his thumb rubbed her nipple, gradually losing control of the force, sinking into the soft flesh of her breast.

His hand pushed up the T-shirt, making it rise and fall, wantonly indulgent. He leaned down and kissed her hip bone, clearly feeling her tremble, her breathing growing heavier.

Jiang Yan knew she was comfortable, so he continued in the same way, patiently and reverently kissing her from her inner thigh all the way up to her chest. His tongue lingered around her nipple, and then her left breast, which had been uncomforted, was finally taken into his warm, moist mouth. His tongue was soft and slippery, but the delicate breast it held was even softer.

His head was deeply buried in her chest, inhaling her scent. His short hair pricked her skin, both painful and itchy. The empty desire in Lin Xingzi’s body became even more unbearable, but then he suddenly stopped.

Lin Xingzi whimpered and twisted her waist, pushing her chest towards the man’s mouth. When she heard his low chuckle, she felt ashamed again and wanted to kick him. Her leg was pulled and hooked around his waist, and the crumpled T-shirt was pulled over her head and off.

The man’s heavy body descended again. His tongue circled her areola, his teeth teasing her nipple with a force that wouldn’t cause her pain, lightly rubbing, then holding and sucking. Pleasure spread throughout her body, yet it was not as stimulating as this sensitive spot, as if her soul was being sucked out of her body by him.

The sheets on the bed were a bit slippery, suitable for summer. Lin Xingzi couldn’t grab onto anything except the man’s head.

She didn’t want him to be smug, so she held back, but finally, as his tongue pushed against her hard, swollen nipple, she couldn’t help but cry out, a lingering, seductive sound.

Jiang Yan removed the hand she was biting, brought it to his lips, and lightly kissed the tooth marks on her hand. He swallowed her fragmented breaths with a smile, sucking the saliva from her mouth.

“An old couple lives next door; their hearing isn’t very good, so you don’t need to hold back. You can be a little louder.”

He was still fully clothed. Lin Xingzi lifted his shirt, slid her hand inside, and stroked his hard abdominal muscles. Taking advantage of his momentary pleasure and distraction, she pinched his nipple. He stiffened, “Mm...”

The man’s muffled groan was low and husky. Lin Xingzi rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek, always needing to have the last word. “If anyone’s going to make noise, it’ll be you for me.”

Jiang Yan hadn’t touched her in so long that his desire for her had become an addiction. Now that the floodgates were open, he was almost embarrassed by her retaliatory little actions.

His palm rested by her neck. He lifted his head, his moist eyes sparkling with laughter. A part of his heart felt incredibly soft.

“Make me make noise, let’s see what you’ve got,” Jiang Yan bit her lip, kissing her fiercely. A slight pain, the faint metallic taste on her tongue after her lip broke, the seamless pressure and friction between their bodies, and their increasingly heavy breathing all made their blood boil.

His hand moved between her legs; she was already soaking wet.