“I… really want to kiss you.” Wen Wenyao’s lips pressed against Song Nanqiao’s cheek, repeatedly, occasionally nibbling on Song Nanqiao’s ear.
Every time Wen Wenyao was alone with Song Nanqiao, she couldn’t control herself and wanted to get closer to her, even though they had been intimate not long ago.
“What’s gotten into you today?” Song Nanqiao hugged her and adjusted her position to make Wen Wenyao more comfortable.
“Nothing special, I just want to kiss you…”
“Aren’t we kissing each other every day?”
Song Nanqiao’s head paused for a moment; it did seem like they kissed each other every morning and every night. When Wen Wenyao wasn’t filming and Song Nanqiao wasn’t working, they stuck together until well into the afternoon.
“I just want to be close to you… cling to you…” Wen Wenyao, wearing a formal gown, kissed Song Nanqiao repeatedly.
At this point, Song Nanqiao couldn’t resist her desires and grabbed Wen Wenyao’s waist, placing her on her lap.
“Do you have the finger sleeves?”
“I put two in your car…” Wen Wenyao shyly took out a box containing two square-shaped items.
Then came the sound of tearing plastic, and Wen Wenyao gently slid one onto Song Nanqiao’s finger.
Instantly, the two ignited like dry wood on fire. Since Wen Wenyao was wearing a dress, it was relatively easy to remove. Song Nanqiao tossed the dress onto the back seat and eagerly began caressing Wen Wenyao’s body.
No matter how many times they did this, Song Nanqiao always succumbed to Wen Wenyao. Wen Wenyao’s body was warm, and the warmth transferred to Song Nanqiao in the autumn and winter seasons, making her feel relaxed. She kissed Wen Wenyao’s neck and inhaled the fragrance.
Now, in the car, Wen Wenyao couldn’t make big movements, so she could only muffle her voice, snuggling up to Song Nanqiao.
The strong heartbeat of her lover made Wen Wenyao feel at ease, and she couldn’t help but kiss the corner of Song Nanqiao’s mouth, like a little kitten, nestled in Song Nanqiao.
“Will you take me to the beach later?”
“Sure, I’ll do that as soon as possible.”
Suddenly, Song Nanqiao remembered that there was a camera in her car. She recalled that she had placed it in the car after taking photos last time. It was meant for Wen Wenyao, and this was the perfect opportunity to use it.
Wen Wenyao smiled faintly, feeling truly happy in her life.
For a moment, she immersed herself in her memories.
“Did you remember something?” Song Nanqiao stroked her face, kissed the corner of her mouth, and wiped away her tears with a tissue.
“I remembered all the little moments between us.”
Saying this, Wen Wenyao pinched Song Nanqiao’s cheek, and the atmosphere inside the car seemed to become livelier.
“The scent on you is so lovely~” Song Nanqiao, like she was petting a cat, kissed her twice.
“Hehe, many perfume brands want me as their spokesperson.”
But Wen Wenyao hadn’t agreed to any of them; she wanted to keep it for herself. She had turned down all the offers to endorse perfumes.
She kissed Wen Wenyao’s fair forehead again.
“The kiss on the forehead represents my appreciation for you,”
Song Nanqiao looked at Wen Wenyao. She had always considered Wen Wenyao a treasure; her wife was her one and only.
No one would have expected that the queen of the entertainment industry would do such a thing after the awards ceremony, and no one knew that she was just an ordinary girl who would act spoiled because of her lover’s care.
…
In Song Nanqiao’s embrace, Wen Wenyao successfully blossomed.
Afterward,
“There’s a dress of yours inside the car. I’ll get it for you, and you can wear it while we go have fun,” Song Nanqiao wiped herself down with a tissue, feeling the need to clean her thighs and the car seat.
Wen Wenyao lay directly in the passenger seat.
“Help me put it on; I’m a bit tired,”
Wen Wenyao complained, unwilling to move.
“Sure,” Song Nanqiao said without hesitation. She went to the back of the car to retrieve Wen Wenyao’s dress and helped her put it on. She also took a blanket from the car and covered Wen Wenyao with it so she wouldn’t catch a chill.
Wen Wenyao gazed out the window, and before long, they arrived at a serene seaside location.
“Take a picture of me!” Wen Wenyao joyfully got out of the car, standing freely on the beach. It was nighttime, and the sand was still warm.
“Stand still; I’ll take a picture for you,” Song Nanqiao fiddled with her camera. Let’s print this photo too.
The girl in the white dress swayed her body on the evening beach, her hair rustled by the breeze, and Song Nanqiao’s heart was stirred as well…
Click!
A perfect picture was taken, and Song Nanqiao was very satisfied with it.
When they arrived at the doorstep of their home,
“Uh… my dress seems to have gotten dirty.”
Wen Wenyao looked toward the back seat; one corner of her dress had fallen on the blanket, which had accumulated some dust.
She felt a bit upset as she quite liked this dress.
“It’s okay; I’ll have another one custom-made for you.”
These dresses, although precious, were nothing to Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao opened the car door for her and naturally placed her hand on Wen Wenyao’s waist, gently embracing her, as if taking special care of her.
Behind her was her lover’s warm hand, and ahead was their cozy home.
~Extra End~
“I… really want to kiss you.” Wen Wenyao’s lips pressed against Song Nanqiao’s cheek, repeatedly, occasionally nibbling on Song Nanqiao’s ear.
Every time Wen Wenyao was alone with Song Nanqiao, she couldn’t control herself and wanted to get closer to her, even though they had been intimate not long ago.
“What’s gotten into you today?” Song Nanqiao hugged her and adjusted her position to make Wen Wenyao more comfortable.
“Nothing special, I just want to kiss you…”
“Aren’t we kissing each other every day?”
Song Nanqiao’s head paused for a moment; it did seem like they kissed each other every morning and every night. When Wen Wenyao wasn’t filming and Song Nanqiao wasn’t working, they stuck together until well into the afternoon.
“I just want to be close to you… cling to you…” Wen Wenyao, wearing a formal gown, kissed Song Nanqiao repeatedly.
At this point, Song Nanqiao couldn’t resist her desires and grabbed Wen Wenyao’s waist, placing her on her lap.
“Do you have the finger sleeves?”
“I put two in your car…” Wen Wenyao shyly took out a box containing two square-shaped items.
Then came the sound of tearing plastic, and Wen Wenyao gently slid one onto Song Nanqiao’s finger.
Instantly, the two ignited like dry wood on fire. Since Wen Wenyao was wearing a dress, it was relatively easy to remove. Song Nanqiao tossed the dress onto the back seat and eagerly began caressing Wen Wenyao’s body.
No matter how many times they did this, Song Nanqiao always succumbed to Wen Wenyao. Wen Wenyao’s body was warm, and the warmth transferred to Song Nanqiao in the autumn and winter seasons, making her feel relaxed. She kissed Wen Wenyao’s neck and inhaled the fragrance.
Now, in the car, Wen Wenyao couldn’t make big movements, so she could only muffle her voice, snuggling up to Song Nanqiao.
The strong heartbeat of her lover made Wen Wenyao feel at ease, and she couldn’t help but kiss the corner of Song Nanqiao’s mouth, like a little kitten, nestled in Song Nanqiao.
“Will you take me to the beach later?”
“Sure, I’ll do that as soon as possible.”
Suddenly, Song Nanqiao remembered that there was a camera in her car. She recalled that she had placed it in the car after taking photos last time. It was meant for Wen Wenyao, and this was the perfect opportunity to use it.
Wen Wenyao smiled faintly, feeling truly happy in her life.
For a moment, she immersed herself in her memories.
“Did you remember something?” Song Nanqiao stroked her face, kissed the corner of her mouth, and wiped away her tears with a tissue.
“I remembered all the little moments between us.”
Saying this, Wen Wenyao pinched Song Nanqiao’s cheek, and the atmosphere inside the car seemed to become livelier.
“The scent on you is so lovely~” Song Nanqiao, like she was petting a cat, kissed her twice.
“Hehe, many perfume brands want me as their spokesperson.”
But Wen Wenyao hadn’t agreed to any of them; she wanted to keep it for herself. She had turned down all the offers to endorse perfumes.
She kissed Wen Wenyao’s fair forehead again.
“The kiss on the forehead represents my appreciation for you,”
Song Nanqiao looked at Wen Wenyao. She had always considered Wen Wenyao a treasure; her wife was her one and only.
No one would have expected that the queen of the entertainment industry would do such a thing after the awards ceremony, and no one knew that she was just an ordinary girl who would act spoiled because of her lover’s care.
…
In Song Nanqiao’s embrace, Wen Wenyao successfully blossomed.
Afterward,
“There’s a dress of yours inside the car. I’ll get it for you, and you can wear it while we go have fun,” Song Nanqiao wiped herself down with a tissue, feeling the need to clean her thighs and the car seat.
Wen Wenyao lay directly in the passenger seat.
“Help me put it on; I’m a bit tired,”
Wen Wenyao complained, unwilling to move.
“Sure,” Song Nanqiao said without hesitation. She went to the back of the car to retrieve Wen Wenyao’s dress and helped her put it on. She also took a blanket from the car and covered Wen Wenyao with it so she wouldn’t catch a chill.
Wen Wenyao gazed out the window, and before long, they arrived at a serene seaside location.
“Take a picture of me!” Wen Wenyao joyfully got out of the car, standing freely on the beach. It was nighttime, and the sand was still warm.
“Stand still; I’ll take a picture for you,” Song Nanqiao fiddled with her camera. Let’s print this photo too.
The girl in the white dress swayed her body on the evening beach, her hair rustled by the breeze, and Song Nanqiao’s heart was stirred as well…
Click!
A perfect picture was taken, and Song Nanqiao was very satisfied with it.
When they arrived at the doorstep of their home,
“Uh… my dress seems to have gotten dirty.”
Wen Wenyao looked toward the back seat; one corner of her dress had fallen on the blanket, which had accumulated some dust.
She felt a bit upset as she quite liked this dress.
“It’s okay; I’ll have another one custom-made for you.”
These dresses, although precious, were nothing to Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao opened the car door for her and naturally placed her hand on Wen Wenyao’s waist, gently embracing her, as if taking special care of her.
Behind her was her lover’s warm hand, and ahead was their cozy home.
~Extra End~
