Juliet Tower

Chapter 93

It was rare for him to see Qiao Yumian laughing maliciously.

An Jiayu was not used to it, and never allowed herself to be laughed at, so she stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek: "Don't laugh." Then she kissed him deeply.

Lips and teeth collided, they all wanted to gain the upper hand in the lingering hand-to-hand combat, it was the long-lost boy who was angry, until a trace of sweetness spread, and no one knew whose lip was bitten.

An Jiayu stared at the dark red lip line with a messy breath, and gently sucked off the blood.

"An Jiayu." Qiao Yumian said in a low voice, resentful and complaining, "How could I have someone else."

Those eyes that were affectionate enough to kill him a thousand times were close at hand, and An Jiayu was so stared at that his back was sweating, he couldn't say anything.

He didn't know what to do with this person. There was such an existence in this world that people couldn't put it down, and the slightest bit of grievance would make people feel flustered.

"Well...it's my fault..." An Jiayu kissed his eyelids, forcing those eyes to close.Qiao Yumian touched the back of his head, removed the hair tie casually, inserted his fingers into the hair, put his head sideways behind his ear, and could not stop sniffing deeply.

An Jiayu knew that he would like this taste.

On a certain New Year's Eve, after the performance, he walked alone on the streets of New York with his piano on his back.When the snow fell, people on the side of the road burst into screams of excitement, and the whole city smelled of car exhaust, fried chicken and wine, so greasy that it made people sick.Snow is romantic for those who are full of heart, but it only touches the scene to make people feel emotional for lonely people.After being satisfied on the stage, he felt a great sense of loss. He also wanted to hang out with someone like the out-of-control crowd in front of him, embrace and kiss warmly to welcome a new beginning.

But he couldn't find that person.

He can't even find a substitute for Qiao Yumian... There is no one in this world who is like him.

"Happy New Year. Stranger."

During the countdown, someone spoke to him.An Jiayu turned his head and glanced at the girl beside him who was as lonely as him, and she opened her arms generously.In the friendly and polite hug, he suddenly smelled the smell of ripe apples, and even a faint scent of flowers.This taste made tears flow out of his eyes instantly, as if that person was standing in front of him, biting into a sweet and crisp apple.

Since then, he has always placed a bottle of perfume by his bedside, occasionally spraying it on the quilt, and rubbing it in his arms for comfort.

"Your perfume..." Qiao Yumian bit his earlobe.

"Hmm... I'm trash." An Jiayu was shaken by the air rushing into his ears, and his chest began to feel numb.

Qiao Yumian lifted the hem of his clothes, and the skin of his palm touched him.Playing with flowers and plants all year round left many small scars, which turned into rough cocoons after a long time.Seemingly dissatisfied with his answer, he gently pressed his hands along the waist and abdomen to the side ribs, the tactile sensation was fully aroused, and the itch that was originally unbearable became unbearable at this moment.

"Hmm...don't, itchy..." An Jiayu curled up, held his Adam's apple sideways, took advantage of Qiao Yumian's froze, and explained vaguely, "The name of the perfume is 'iamtrash'..."

He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it lightly, and it rolled violently there.

They entangled in just a dozen or so stairs, and they moved up in ten minutes. The clothes were thrown on the ground, and An Jiayu dragged him into the bathroom. Even the water temperature was lowered, but he still felt so hot that his whole body was about to melt. .

High and low gasps staggered in the steamy bathroom,

Qiao Yumian hugged him from behind, and patted his leg: "Tight and tight..."

An Jiayu looked sideways at the man's drenched black hair, and the water slid down his shoulders into the socket of his collarbone: "No." He shook his head, grabbed his hand and groped for the soft place.

Qiao Yumian's breathing was stagnant, and there was a mist in his eyes: "...There is nothing."

.......unnecessary. An Jiayu held his back neck with his backhand, and gently grabbed his lips, "No need for that." "

In fact, there are everything, ultra-thin 001, threads, mint cooling, all are placed behind the sink mirror, he bought them all after kissing by the river that day, I don’t want to keep them for so long, I thought I wouldn’t use them ... Now that he has the opportunity, he doesn't want to use it.

An Jiayu touched the gel she bought together that day from behind the shower gel bottle, and tore open the package with her teeth with one hand.Qiao Yumian naturally spread out her hand, motioning for him to squeeze it in the palm of his hand, and a strong smell of tropical fruit spread out.

Watching the translucent gel gradually melt away at her fingertips, An Jiayu closed her eyes, trying her best to endure the conflicting expectations and anxiety in her heart.

"Huh?" Qiao Yumian asked softly.

"Why... hiss..." I was caught off guard.He soon knew what that soft hum meant... Something was crazily heating up during the kneading.

Qiao Yumian's fingertips seemed to be wrapped in a hot fire, accompanied by unfamiliar but extremely gentle and careful techniques, endless exploration.An Jiayu survived the initial discomfort, and even felt a little flustered. The fire slowly spread from one point to the whole body, and it burned more and more vigorously, as if it had exhausted the oxygen in the small space.

"Little Qiao..." He struggled to control his numb arm to search backwards, and grabbed the hand with endless patience, "Enough...come in... "

Qiao Yumian's brows frowned at some point, An Jiayu looked sideways at his restrained face, her eyes were downcast, her eyelashes were watery, her overly fair skin turned into a healthy rosy pink at this moment, and her lips were whitened by teeth.

"Uh..." The body couldn't help shivering, and the advancement behind him almost stopped immediately.

Qiao Yumian was panting heavily, her eyes were hazy, and her voice was hoarse: "It hurts?"

An Jiayu shook her head, supported the bathroom glass, exhaled slowly, tried her best to relax her body, accepted him, tolerated him: "It doesn't hurt...continue...um..."

The sticky syllables ran along with the rush of breath, echoing in the wet bathroom, extremely erotic, like hints, like incitement.

Although it was embarrassing, An Jiayu didn't deliberately endure it. He didn't pay enough attention to relax his body while tightening his vocal cord muscles. Either way, he would rather be ashamed than have him enter his body This person creates any hindrance.

"...Little fish...um..."

The moment they fit together perfectly, An Jiayu touched the goosebumps on his arms during the hot flashes.

Qiao Yu fell on his shoulder and opened his mouth, trying to bite something, An Jiayu raised his left hand, the knuckles touched his soft lips, and then that finger was gently sucked in his mouth.

They have always had a tacit understanding, and they will soon be able to cooperate seamlessly.

An Jiayu's consciousness began to wander when he heard the almost bewitching low-pitched sigh in his ear.

Qiao Yumian's right hand was pressed against his right hand, and the back of the slender and smooth hand sometimes had a few blue veins following the rhythm of the force. The collision was very gentle, but the impact was unexpectedly strong. The ceiling light became brighter and more dazzling, as hot as a Wheel artificial sun.

After a brief absence, he felt Qiao Yumian trembling behind him, exhaling a hot breath, and did not move for a long time.An Jiayu's brain slowly cooled down, he couldn't help laughing, turned around slowly, and pressed Qiao Yumian's forehead: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yumian didn't answer, just raised her eyelashes and stared at him.

An electric current rushed into his forehead at such a close distance, An Jiayu's scalp went numb, and he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his thin waist, and kissed him again.

The glass door of the shower room was covered with white mist, and water marks flowed through it, leaving overlapping handprints belonging to two people.

Qiao Yumian only slept for an hour before waking up naturally. He touched the suitcase downstairs and took out the computer. He sat on the stairs and dealt with the mail in his spare time. He might have to hand over everything to Qiao Yining tomorrow afternoon and night.

Open the latest email, and you will find a simple rendering by the "Confession" florist team.

White to cream, with fresh and natural green leaves, quite satisfactory, very consistent with the theme of a garden wedding... If you haven't seen this rendering, the elements in Qiao Yumian's mind are similar to these.

But when the picture is placed before my eyes, there is a strong sense of déjà vu. It seems that most of those outdoor weddings are like this. There are no mistakes, but there is nothing new, and people can't find any surprises.

He intuitively felt that this was not what the client wanted. All flower art studios can do such things, so why choose to "confess"?With Su Rui's eloquent mouth...

Closing the computer and putting it aside, he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

The runway is likely to be white, and the wedding dress is also white... When the sun shines, it is white...

So the field cloth should not be white, this is not a serious wedding, but a runway show that needs to attract attention.

Then do the opposite, he wants a lot of colors.

He turned on the computer again, checked and selected from the company's product list, found out the desired variety and dragged it into the document, briefly explained his concept and specific needs with text and pictures, and sent it to I hired an artist, so that she can start working on a new plan as soon as she gets to work tomorrow.

The second after he clicked the send button, his back suddenly felt hot, and An Jiayu's calf pressed against him: "Why...cough, why are you sitting on the stairs."

His voice is slightly hoarse, maybe it's because he just fell asleep and the vocal cords haven't been opened, maybe it's because he was panting and shouting in the bathroom all afternoon.

Qiao Yumian glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen, then closed the computer and stood up, looking up at him: "Sleep a little more?"

With a grunt, the stomach in front of him answered him, An Jiayu shrugged: "I woke up from hunger..."

Not to mention that I didn't feel it yet, they didn't even eat two bites of lunch, Qiao Yumian suddenly felt hungry, he reached out to gently comfort the man's clamoring stomach: "Apart from being hungry? Is there any discomfort?"

"Besides being hungry, I'm still hungry. So hurry downstairs." An Jiayu put his shoulders on his shoulders, followed him to the restaurant, the two struggled to heat up the soup, and An Jiayu rolled up his sleeves to ask for fried rice, but was stopped by Qiao Yumian: "Eight If you order too much, just eat a little, otherwise you will be prone to indigestion."

"What time do you go to work tomorrow?" An Jiayu finished brushing her teeth and spoke with an orange smell. Qiao Yumian was sitting at the foot of the bed and was using a map to locate Qiao Yining's kindergarten.It was the first time in three years that he went to pick up his sister.

"No need to go to work. Originally, the plane will fly back tomorrow, so there is no work arrangement." He put away his mobile phone, plugged in the charging cable, "Just go to the kindergarten in the afternoon..."

"Do you have a picture of your sister?" An Jiayu sat beside him.

"Yes." He directly opened the circle of friends. The first one was that it seemed that the drawing competition in the kindergarten had won a prize. The little girl took a picture with the crayon drawing and the certificate.

The man leaned over and took a look: "... so beautiful. It just looks a little thin."

"Yeah. She's also introverted." Qiao Yumian sighed, "I don't know how to coax her."

"What are you afraid of? It's just coaxing the child." An Jiayu was confident, "It won't be harder than you to coax, right? How difficult it was to make you smile..."

They huddled together on another bed, covered with a quilt.

Qiao Yumian smelled the scent of perfume left on the quilt and gradually became sleepy. She fell asleep and didn't wake up until ten hours later, when she was awakened by a series of tuning sounds.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the sun shone through the gauze, enveloping the man, and bright spots of light flowed on the body of the amber piano.

Rubbing the strings with your fingertips, you can see tiny dust dancing where the bow slides, like notes rising slowly from the resonance box, flowing through every corner with full emotion.

It's Saint-Saëns' swan.

The violin is thicker than the cello, and the swan seems to be less restrained and sad, and more comfortable and elegant. It is floating on the sparkling lake, with a straight neck and stretched movements.

Qiao Yumian stood up abruptly, and looked at him with fear, at his gently swaying body, his slightly swaying hair, and his faint smile.

"Morning." Under his surprised gaze, An Jiayu gently put the piano back into the case and closed the zipper.

"You, your hand...can you play the piano?" Qiao Yumian jumped off the bed.

"I don't recommend it, but it's not a big problem to touch it quietly. I don't know why, but it's very itchy today." An Jiayu turned his left wrist, "It started in December last year, and I've been training for half a year. I'm going next month. Check again, if it goes well, you can slowly resume practice.”

He will be able to practice the piano soon.

It really couldn't be a more beautiful morning.

The author says:

Happy Children's Day.

The wink part don't ask.

Use your brains.