Coveted for a Long Time 70p1

Chapter 70 p1

With only one layer of curtain drawn, the scene inside the room was invisible from the outside, but the sunset afterglow could shine in. Brilliant golden light poured through the glass window, filling the entire room and plating the two people behind the wall with a hazy, mesmerizing halo.

It was getting late, a small delay of half a day. Being dinnertime, and since Tang Yi hadn’t mentioned eating here, Qiao Xi thought Tang Yi would come later or tomorrow, so she half-refused and half-complied with Fu Bei.

This apartment didn’t have a doorbell, just an ordinary residential unit.

At that time, Tang Yi stood at the door, knocking habitually. After waiting for a while with no one opening the door, she was puzzled. Having just charged her phone a bit, she saw Qiao Xi’s WeChat message, thinking the person was home. Feeling it inappropriate to enter directly, she knocked first, but no one answered.

Hesitating, she knocked harder, still no response.

Inside the room, neither Qiao Xi nor Fu Bei heard a sound. The soundproofing was good; they couldn’t hear anything at all.

Qiao Xi’s red lips parted slightly, chin raised a bit. Her neck curve was soft and beautiful, her sexy collarbone becoming more prominent with her uneven breathing. Unable to stand, she could only cling to Fu Bei’s shoulders.

Fu Bei leaned into her neck, planting greedy yet gentle light kisses, like a spring breeze brushing over her sensitive, tender skin, awakening the moisture deep inside, growing wildly.

The dazzling golden sunlight was brilliant, hot enough to make it hard to open one’s eyes. The air conditioner wasn’t on in the room. The temperature was high and hot. Qiao Xi wore only a loose white shirt, which belonged to Fu Bei. They had been living together these days. Fu Bei moved all her things here, seemingly treating this as a long-term residence.

This person said she would only stay for two days, but once here, she had no intention of leaving. Qiao Xi couldn’t possibly chase her away, and deep down, she didn’t want the other party to leave either. After all, busy at the company every day, if she left, they wouldn’t see each other for two or three days.

Due to the high temperature, the air became scorching. The heat brought by the temperature clung to every inch of skin—anxious, restless, unbearable, and uneasy, finding no landing point.

Qiao Xi couldn’t stand the heat, most annoyed by such high-temperature seasons. Her body was sticky with fine sweat, especially her chest and back. Even the shirt was soaked, clinging tightly to her curvaceous body. Sweat beads slid down her neck, suddenly falling from her slender swan neck to her collarbone, then continuing down into the deep rise and fall.

Sweat beads also teetered on her chest, shaking with her body movement, suddenly sliding onto her firm lower abdomen, then flowing slowly.

The afterglow added a honey-colored luster to Qiao Xi’s skin, making her look even thinner and sexier, like a newly ripened honey fruit in autumn—brightly colored, full of sweet aroma.

Like a fish in a dried-up pond, almost suffocating from lack of water, yet reluctant to part with the other’s soothing kisses. When Fu Bei’s lips moved to the corner of her mouth, she actively touched the other party first, tasting the flavor she wanted.

Outside the door, Tang Yi waited for a long time without anyone coming. Thinking about it, she took out the key to open the door herself. She hadn’t been here for a long time and didn’t know there was an extra person. Foolishly, she looked around as soon as she entered, seeing no one.

The living room air conditioner was on, meaning someone was home, or had gone out and would return soon.

Closing the door, Tang Yi put her phone in her pocket. Seeing several sets of dresses on the sofa, guessing Qiao Xi had picked them out for her to choose, she thought the person was home and just hadn’t heard the knock. She called out subconsciously, “Qiao Qiao!”

After calling once, she added, “Qiao Qiao, are you there?”

If not for these two shouts, the two kissing inseparably in the room wouldn’t have known someone entered.

Qiao Xi reacted first, frightened into clutching Fu Bei’s clothes tightly with one hand. Fu Bei remained unmoved, seemingly unconcerned about being discovered, continuing to kiss, even hooking Qiao Xi’s chin and pinching it dissatisfiedly, meaning not to be distracted.

Afraid the movement here would be detected outside, subconsciously panicking, Qiao Xi dared not move, hurriedly pressing against Fu Bei with her hand, turning her head to prevent further kissing, even putting her fingers against Fu Bei’s lips in desperation.

Their relationship hadn’t been made public yet. Tang Yi knew nothing, let alone guessing the situation in the room now.

Qiao Xi’s heart tightened, terrified of being discovered for no reason. She tried hard to calm her chaotic breathing, pursing her lips red from kissing, corners of her eyes slightly red from stimulation, staring at the person in front of her without daring to breathe loudly.

Unexpectedly, Fu Bei remained the same, tactlessly chasing her fingertips, extremely ambiguous, doing it on purpose. Qiao Xi’s heart skipped a beat, quickly curling her fingers to prevent this person from succeeding.

Fu Bei was exceptionally different today. Perhaps in a good mood, intentionally teasing her, she leaned close to her ear, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Qiao Qiao…”

The tone was simply heated and ambiguous, carrying a unique slight hoarseness, like a murmur, enunciating words extremely clearly and slowly.

The same address, spoken by different people at different times, had vastly different meanings.

When others called “Qiao Qiao,” Qiao Xi felt nothing. Now that Fu Bei called like this, her face heated up instantly, her whole being dazed, overwhelmed with shame, hugging the other party at a loss.

Her face was already slightly flushed due to the high temperature in the room; now it deepened by two shades. Before she could react further, Fu Bei brushed her cheek, continuing to kiss slowly.

The room and the living room were worlds apart—one hot, one cool. Getting no response, Tang Yi thought Qiao Xi had gone out. Embarrassed to just choose a dress and leave, thinking she should notify Qiao Xi when she returned, she decided to sit for a while before leaving.

Tang Yi was too straightforward, never beating around the bush, doing whatever she thought. So she sat on the sofa, playing with her phone while waiting.

Inside the room, Qiao Xi paid attention to the movement outside at all times. Knowing Tang Yi hadn’t left, she dared not make a sound, enduring it, looking down at the person in front of her. Her ear tips were red enough to drip blood, fingers curled, knuckles white from force.

Fu Bei’s lips moved, coaxing in a low voice, “Good girl—”

About ten minutes later, Tang Yi grew impatient waiting. Not knowing when Qiao Xi would return, she thought about it and decided to call Qiao Xi directly to ask.

Coincidentally, Qiao Xi’s phone was in the room, right on the table not far away.

When the call connected, the phone rang.

The room door was only closed, not locked; it could be opened from the outside.

Qiao Xi panicked completely, anxious to push Fu Bei away immediately. But her wrist was caught. Seeing through her anxiety long ago, Fu Bei not only didn’t comfort her but suddenly picked her up and pressed her against the door.

The door panel was icy cold. Upon contact, or perhaps due to psychological effect, Qiao Xi’s back stiffened.

Outside, Tang Yi also sensed something wrong at this time. Pricking up her ears to listen for a while, she realized the ringtone came from the room, turning puzzledly to look at the room.

The call wasn’t answered, hanging up automatically. Tang Yi hesitated, called again, then followed the sound, looking curious.

Was Qiao Xi sleeping in the room or went out without her phone?

Walking to the room door, she hesitated for a long time, raising her hand to knock.

Inside the door, Qiao Xi’s heart jumped to her throat, involuntarily grabbing Fu Bei’s shoulder. Perhaps too hot, perhaps too anxious, she broke out in fine sweat, looking soaked in water. Strands of hair were wet, sticking to her neck, collarbone, and chest.

Fu Bei blocked her parting red lips, preventing any sound.

Tense atmosphere, scorching temperature, blinding brilliant sunset, and unknown secrets—all happening in this small world. Qiao Xi dared not make extra moves, shocked and scared, yet reluctant to let go, daring not push the person away at this time. She grabbed Fu Bei’s back, accepting the other’s chaotic deep kiss.

Wet, hot sweat soaked between two bodies. The oppressive and restless environment constantly stirred nerves, making people highly tense, adrenaline soaring, senses infinitely open.

Their breathing infected each other, entering limbs and bones with the rise and fall of chests. Closer, breath like dense threads, binding the other tightly.

Tang Yi muttered outside the door, “Must have gone out; didn’t even take the phone.”

Respecting her friend’s privacy, Tang Yi didn’t open the room door. Walking over and turning back, finding nothing unusual, she didn’t leave immediately but stayed a while longer. Seeing it was getting late, she finally decided to choose a dress and leave first, calling Qiao Xi tonight to inform her.