Juliet Tower

Chapter 117

Amber and Joyce were well-trained and stopped outside the bedroom door. Qiao Yumian whispered "sleep" to them, and they shook their heads and went back to the den in the living room.

He closed the bathroom door behind his back, and then turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim front mirror light.

The water level is very low, just below the waist, the skin of An Jiayu's face, together with the exposed chest is flushed red by the steam, although he is naked, the bolo tie around his neck is still hanging in place, the sunset-colored jewel is still Lying quietly in the depression in the center of the two collarbones, the brilliant fire flickers gently with the ups and downs of the breathing in the chest.

Qiao Yumian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, stretched out his hand to fish out his soaked left hand from the water, and gently massaged his wrist and the back of his hand along the texture, with the pressure ranging from light to heavy, the man slowly opened his eyes, the excitement in his eyes was overwhelmed by the heat. He said: "Why don't you take a good rest and go for a walk with the dog after you have come back from a long journey."

Although there was a sweet smell of white peach oolong bath balls in the bathroom, Qiao Yumian still smelled a trace of alcohol sensitively.

"How much did you drink?" He raised his hand to brush away An Jiayu's wet hair sticking to his cheek.

"...Just drank two small glasses of champagne with everyone at the beginning." The other party looked at him apologetically, and used his free right hand finger to show a small height, "That's all."

Qiao Yumian didn't speak, and drenched the skin on his arm with forest water.

"...and a glass of PinaColada... I really can't refuse the wine brought by the conductor himself, and it's dishonest to ask Vicky to drink it for me...but I turned down everyone else's wine!"

An Jiayu felt a little guilty, stared at him with her lips pursed, and rubbed the skin on his arm with her backhand, as if guessing whether he was angry or not.

Qiao Yumian deliberately didn't raise her eyes, and just stirred the warm water in the bathtub silently. The water that melted the bath ball turned pale pink, making her skin extremely smooth.

"Little... Qiao..." An Jiayu shook his hands as he rubbed his thighs, "I just washed in the shower, but my legs are a little sore from standing for a long time, so come in and take a soak."

"Oh." Qiao Yumian groped down through the foam, pinched his ankle and began to massage him, "Go to bed early when you're tired."

"Can't sleep." The corners of An Jiayu's mouth raised involuntarily. After a hearty performance, he was still immersed in the aftertaste of the stage at this moment. Something was burning in his pupils, and his body temperature was as high as a fever.

Qiao Yumian squeezed the ankles of the violinist who was shining tonight, bent his knees, and rubbed the muscles on his legs.

He could feel the hot eyes staring at him.

The dense bubbles finally disappeared, leaving only a thin layer of froth floating on the water surface. Qiao Yumian deliberately went around the man's secretly thriving desire hidden in the water, and rubbed towards the thin and flat side.We haven't seen each other for only two weeks, but it seems to have lightened up again, which shows the hard work of rehearsal.

The muscles that had been soaked and relaxed by the warm water tensed up again with Qiao Yumian's hands, and where the fingers touched, the lines stretched out visibly to the naked eye.

An Jiayu's breathing became more and more rapid, but she forced herself to stand still, as if whoever couldn't bear it at this juncture would admit defeat, and sometimes a man's desire to win is so childish that it makes no sense.

Qiao Yumian was not in a hurry either, she raised her fingers high, and then lightly landed on the elastic flesh with just the right force, like pressing on the key cover of a flute.

An Jiayu leaned forward slightly, and pressed against Qiao Yumian's ear, with her lips half-opened, she breathed out bursts of tidal panting, Qiao Yumian forcibly ignored the numbness that suddenly rushed from her ear to her shoulder, and secretly added some strength to her hands , Kneading to the tense lower back, the muscles on both sides of the spine are slightly raised, and the back hook in the middle becomes more obvious.

An Jiayu couldn't help teasing, her waist trembled.As he wished, he heard the incomprehensible "um" next to his ear, and he didn't want to raise his eyes, but the other party held his breath, still refusing to admit defeat, and the fingertips on the edge of the bathtub had already turned white.

"Be gentle...don't crush the bathtub." Qiao Yumian smiled, and slowly let go of her hand, not to torture him any longer.

Forget it, today is a big day for him to return to the stage.

Qiao Yumian turned her head slowly, the tips of her noses rubbed against each other lightly, and her two breaths touched each other tentatively.

"Okay, I admit it..." He wanted to say a soft word, but his mouth was blocked by An Jiayu's sudden kiss. He obviously almost won. The violinist was completely defeated at the critical moment and grabbed his shirt fiercely. Without saying a word, he pushed hard on both sides, and the buttons collapsed, one fell into the water, and the other flew towards the sink and fell to the ground.

"Little Qiao..." An Jiayu's voice trembled as she kissed all the way down to his neck.

Qiao Yumian was forced to raise her head, her breath a little uncomfortable: "You...you are so good today..."

The inside of the boat-shaped bathtub is narrow, and with one more person, the water level rises immediately.

The end of the leather cord of Poirot's tie was wet, and An Jiayu hurriedly stopped: "Wait a minute."

Then he carefully took it off and carried it in his hand. He was suddenly a little dazed, the ground nearby was covered with water marks, and there was nowhere to put the gemstone.They are like a small boat sailing on the ocean, far away from the land, and can't see the island.

The inside of the boat-shaped bathtub is narrow, and with one more person, the water level rises immediately.The end of the leather cord of Poirot's tie was wet, and An Jiayu hurriedly stopped: "Wait a minute."

Then he carefully took it off and carried it in his hand. He was suddenly a little dazed, the ground nearby was covered with water marks, and there was nowhere to put the gemstone.They are like a small boat sailing on the ocean, far away from the land, and can't see the island.

While he was still in a trance, Qiao Yumian picked up one of his flat legs and gently opened it to one side, hanging his knees on the edge of the bathtub, and the water droplets on the skin dripped down along the calf hanging out of the bathtub. on the ground.

His fingers slid along the knee to the heel of the leg, the strength slowed down, and gradually rubbed deeper.

"Mmm...collar, tie..." An Jiayu pinched his shoulder with one hand, "I haven't let it go yet" take it. "Qiao Yumian didn't want to get out of the warm water.

The man slid down, his chest and abdomen half submerged in the water heaved violently, he raised his head as if lacking oxygen, and sighed uncontrollably: "Uh...don't, stop rubbing... .You, you come in..."

An Jiayu's only remaining hand touched his ear, side of his neck, dragged him to his eyes, and stared impatiently into his eyes.

"Okay." Qiao Yumian collected her thoughts, she still wanted to get up after all, and put all her things in the drawer of the sink, but unexpectedly, her skin was only an inch away from An Jiayu before she was pulled back by that hand.

"I'll get it......"

"No." An Jiayu eagerly stuck to him, tilted his head and kissed his chin, took his Adam's apple in his mouth and sucked hard, and the hand holding the bow explored from his chest to his lower abdomen, scratching something on his hot and numb skin , as if by magic.

do not go.Don't go anywhere.Come to me, come to my body.

Qiao Yumian heard the urgent incantation from his meaningless panting, and then went straight to the destination.

An Jiayu hugged him, wrapped one leg around his waist, and slowly pulled him into his body.

Surrounded by turbulent waves, they are united to withstand the storm at sea and float and sink in the waves.

The moist, depressing, trembling whisper was submerged in the whistling wind, Qiao Yumian moved his body according to the rhythm of the phrase imprinted in his mind, knocking out the high and low sounds in An Jia's throat, hanging on the violin in his peripheral vision The gems in Jia's hand dangled in mid-air, like stars twinkling in the distant sky.

I don't know if he was too excited, but An Jiayu soon began to raise his head and breathe heavily, accompanied by his body trembling regularly, which was a sign of his orgasm.

So Qiao Yumian stopped and put one hand on the edge of the bathtub.

An Jiayu looked at him through the water mist, his eyes were hazy: "Well... Xiao Qiao, don't stop..."

He probably survived the shock before Qiao Yumian started to move again, but An Jiayu quickly climbed to the critical point again, his lower abdomen tightened and began to tremble.

Surrounded by turbulent waves, they are united to withstand the storm at sea and float and sink in the waves.

The moist, depressing, and trembling whispers were submerged in the whistling wind, Qiao Yumian moved with the rhythm of the phrase imprinted in his mind, and in the corner of his vision, the gem hanging on the violinist's hand was dangling in the air, Like stars twinkling in the sky.

Amidst the man's disorganized breathing, he stopped again, pressed his forehead silently, kissed his lips lightly, and said vaguely: "Little fish, don't go, wait for me..."

An Jiayu's sanity has long since collapsed, she shook her head crazily, but still struggled to stop: "...Okay...wait, wait for you...hmm...I'll wait for you..."

He is invincible on the stage and controls countless hearts.

But under the stage, he will always wait for him.

Wait for him to grow up, wait for him to mature, wait for him to pack up, wait for him to raise his head and look forward, wait for his next life.

Lingering all night, they slept until the next evening before waking up one after another.

An Jiayu opened his eyes to see the back of Qiao Yumian sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the window. Xi Hui elongated the shadow and cast it behind him. He couldn't help but sigh, why does this person even have such beautiful toes...

"Put on socks even if you don't wear shoes..." An Jiayu realized that her voice was hoarse, as if it was on fire.

Qiao Yumian turned her head when she heard the sound, and chuckled at him: "It's snowing."

Only then did he notice that there was a layer of white in the garden, too thin to be like snow, like a layer of icing sugar, and anyone who saw it would feel sweet.

Qiao Yumian got up and picked up the cup by the bed and handed it to him: "Are you hungry? Auntie came here and made a bone soup base for us to have hot pot at night."

When he spoke, there was a smell of apples, probably just eaten.An Jiayu drank the water in the glass, pecked at the corner of his lips, and pointed to the Poirot tie on his chest: "I remember I should have taken it off yesterday..."

Qiao Yumian was startled: "You..."

I still remember it at the beginning, but then I don’t know if it was because of the alcohol, the picture was intermittent, and everything was blurry.

I only drank those few sips, logically speaking, it shouldn't be...

"...How many times did we do it yesterday?"

"You're still me..." Qiao Yumian didn't seem to change his expression, but his ears were turning red. He pointed to An Jiayu's chest, "You brought this yourself. I'll take it off for you before you fall asleep. He refused to give it to me in the chest... Later, he was too sleepy, so he fell asleep like this."

He looked down and saw that Qiao Yumian's collar was open, red marks were all over his fair skin, and there was even half a ring of bruises from his teeth in the middle of his collarbone.

"Your collarbone can raise fish." Because of her posture, Qiao Yumian propped her arms on the bed, and the socket of her collarbone sank deeply.

An Jiayu reached out to touch his own tooth marks, he didn't quite remember how he had such a hard mouth: "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Yumian shook her head and kissed him as if to reassure him.

The taste of apples was very bland, and he suddenly remembered that yesterday he seemed to have been rambling on and on about "I love you" for a long time, over and over again.

"Did you call me brother last night..."

"...No..." Qiao Yumian frowned and walked away, "You are dreaming."

"Is it……"

An Jiayu got up, put on her clothes and took a shower, carefully took off the Poirot tie, and wiped the surface of the gem with silk satin.

Qiao Yumian was already waiting for him at the dining table, and in front of him was the slightly boiling golden soup base, bursting with delicious fragrance.

"No." Qiao Yumian handed him the phone, and he quickly browsed through several web pages in his favorites. At a glance, they were all comments from the media and music critics on yesterday's concert.The praise was almost one-sided. Words such as the return of the king and rebirth from a desperate situation appeared repeatedly.

How he performed last night, he himself is very clear.

He threw the phone on the sofa, picked up the bowls and chopsticks: "Eat."

It's just the beginning.He can't even see the mountainside, and there is still a long, long way to go.

At the end of the year, An Jiayu suddenly became busy. Starting from his solo concert tour, he had to travel to more than [-] cities in two months.After the Lunar New Year, we will continue to overseas, Europe, and North America.

Qiao Yumian opened the ticketing website, and the page for public ticket sales was quickly stamped with a "sold out" sign.

On New Year's Eve, An Jiayu rushed back from another city, and it was nearly twelve o'clock when the red-eye flight landed.

"Hello. Are you asleep?" The first thing he did when he turned on the phone was to call Qiao Yumian.

"No. Where are you?"

"Just got off the plane... Tsk." He turned off the phone, dropped his suitcase and rushed towards the door, "I didn't ask you to wait for me at home."

Qiao Yumian flashed out the phone screen, and the numbers just jumped to zero: "Happy New Year."

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