Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 How can you keep urging on such a matter

Qin Jian took the opportunity to flip over, pinning An Hao beneath him.

Before An Hao could react, Qin Jian lowered his head and kissed her lips, his nimble tongue parting her teeth to explore her mouth.

His breath carried a faint scent of alcohol, his lips and tongue both supple and assertively possessive. Their tips touched, sending a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to suddenly clutch at his clothes.

”Mmm...” An Hao let out a sigh like a sleepy murmur, and Qin Jian held her head, curling her tongue to taste it slowly.

A shiver that felt like lightning instantly spread throughout her body. An Hao’s body trembled lightly, she wrapped her arms around Qin Jian’s neck, beginning to respond to him passionately.

For a moment, the atmosphere was charged like the proverbial ’thunder and earth fire,’ and the temperature between the two soared rapidly.

Qin Jian’s rough hands began to wander restlessly, slipping beneath her sweater to grasp her full roundness...

”Ah...” An Hao’s mind went blank, all her sensations focusing on where his hand was. Her breathing quickened, every pore on her body seemed to open, the feeling amplified manifold.

She could feel the movements of his hand, stirring her into a puddle of spring water...

Lost in a sea of passion from which they couldn’t extricate themselves, just as they were about to lose all control, the door creaked open, and Zhang Yun walked in with freshly made chicken soup, ”Qin Jian, An...”

She stopped mid-sentence at the sight of the intertwined figures on the bed and stood frozen in place.

Her sudden appearance startled An Hao, who quickly pushed Qin Jian away and sat up, ”Mom... why are you here...”

”I brought you some chicken soup.” Zhang Yun said with a smile, hurriedly placing the soup on the table, ”Did I interrupt you... Remember to drink the soup while it’s hot...”

An Hao’s face turned crimson with embarrassment, bright as if it would drip blood, ”Thank you, Mom...”

”Alright. It’s getting late, your dad and I are off to bed. Have some chicken soup and you two should also get some rest early,” Zhang Yun said, and after walking a few steps, she pulled the curtains closed. Turning back to Qin Jian, she added, ”Sleep without clothes on, it must be tiring wearing that.”

Qin Jian cleared his throat softly, ”I understand.”

Zhang Yun went downstairs and, after washing up, sat at the vanity rubbing on facial oil.

Ning Yibin leaned against the headboard, reading the newspaper with his reading glasses on. Zhang Yun walked over with a smile, lifted the covers, and slipped in, ”Old Ning, I just went upstairs, guess what I saw?”

”Hmm? What?” Ning Yibin’s gaze stayed on the newspaper, not even lifting his head.

”Hey! I’m talking to you.” Zhang Yun, quite unsatisfied, slapped Ning Yibin’s hand, ”Put that down, aren’t you tired yet?”

Ning Yibin closed the newspaper and set it aside, also lying down, ”Go on then, what did you see?”

Zhang Yun smiled faintly, ”When I went up to bring them chicken soup, I saw the young couple embracing and being intimate.”

”Isn’t that normal? Qin Jian is in his thirties, full of youthful vigor, and they are newlyweds on their wedding night. It would be abnormal if they weren’t intimate!” Ning Yibin remarked.

”Old Ning, I’ve noticed you’ve been missing the point lately. I’m saying at this rate, I could be holding a grandchild by next year.”

”That would be fantastic. But don’t always rush them for children, how can you keep pushing them about that?”

”Alright, alright! I got it!”

After speaking, they turned off the lights and fell into a deep sleep.

Upstairs, in the bridal chamber bathed in the light of wedding candles, neither of them wanted to sleep.