As if a current traveled from her neck to her limbs.
Meanwhile, Han Zhuoling’s burning lips moved to the corner of her lips, then shifted to her neck.
His teasing finger also journeyed downward along her throat.
His softer and warmer lips replacing his fingers only served to excite her more.
Shi Xiaoya grabbed his shirt tightly, trembling even more than befire.
Her knees grew weak and she almost collasped.
Her legs couldn’t support her own weight anymore.
Without Han Zhuoling’s support on her waist, she’d fall bonelessly to the ground.
Just as she began sliding uselessly down, Han Zhuoling finally caught her.
Embracing her again, Han Zhuoling couldn’t contain his laughter.
His chuckle was raspy and magnetic, attracting her to go even closer to him.
But Shi Xiaoya’s feeling that he’s laughing at her weakness.
She became as soft as a noodle after being kissed for merely a short while.
Shi Xiaoya blushed, glaring at him with a pout.
“You… probably hadn’t eaten, right?” she asked, face burning.
Han Zhuoling pecked her lips before replying, “I had something at the airport.”
“…” Shi Xiaoya took her own sweet time. “Are you hungry now? Should we call for delivery?”
Han Zhuoling smiled, knowing what she meant.
He smirked at her, raising a brow.
Shi Xiaoya wilted under his gaze, mustering her courage. “But… I’m hungry!”
Speaking of delivery, Shi Xiaoya remembered, “Yujie and I ordered a delivery before you came. It hasn’t arrived yet, so I’m still hungry.”
Han Zhuoling smiled knowingly.
Her words may be true, but her intentions didn’t escape Han Zhuoling.
Letting her off, Han Zhuoling kissed her nose tip. “Then let’s order first. I didn’t eat much at the airport anyways.”
Shi Xiaoya nodded, quickly ordering another meal at the same restaurant using her phone.
She was craving mala seafood or she wouldn’t have ordered from that restaurant with Guo Yujie.
She was slightly crestfallen about missing out.
Now that Han Zhuoling had agreed, she immediately placed an order.
The previous intimacy was not resumed.
She shifted her luggage to one side, while Han Zhuoling siezed the time to shower, washing off his exhaustion from the day.
Shi Xiaoya took out the items randomly thrown into the luggage just now and rearrange them neatly.
Though she’d shared a room with Han Zhuoling before, even sharing the same bed, they’d never put all their items together.
When they were filming before, Han Zhuoling’s luggage was always in his room; he’d only come in person to her room.
Even if he had left some of his things in her home, it wasn’t much.
He didn’t stay in her home usually, so she didn’t feel it much.
Tonight… it’s as if they’d booked a hotel room together.
Shi Xiaoya couldn’t stop her smile stemming from her thoughts.
What a ridiculous analogy!
As Han Zhuoling was bathing, Shi Xiaoya received Guo Yujie’s WeChat: “Xiaoya, the order’s here. We ordered for two people, I can’t finish them by myself. Do you want to come take some back?”