Hot flashes

Xiao Jue lifted his lips from the side of his neck, resting his chin on his shoulder: "What did I do?"

Zhou Heng turned his head to look at him. He was about to stand up, supporting himself on the sofa armrest. Just as his back left Xiao Jue's chest, the hand on his waist tightened.

Xiao Jue wrapped his arm around his waist, placed his palm on his lower abdomen, and pulled him back into his arms.

"Cold." Xiao Jue's voice came from behind his ear.

Zhou Heng's lips twitched slightly, then he turned his head back to face the television screen.

"Your body temperature is higher than a radiator; you're practically sweating," Zhou Heng said in a flat, monotone voice. "Cold?"

Xiao Jue buried his face back in his shoulder, his nose brushing against a small patch of skin on the back of his neck, and mumbled something.

His arm was still around Zhou Heng's waist, his chin rested on his shoulder, and his fingers slowly and deliberately slid back to their original position along Zhou Heng's waistline, as if he had calculated that Zhou Heng would not stand up again.

Zhou Heng's gaze remained fixed on the television screen.

The movie suddenly changed its scene, turning into a dark, corridor-like space where someone was walking from the other end.

He stared at the light and felt the hand under the blanket sliding down his waist, the fingertips brushing against the edge of his pajamas waistband, sliding from left to right, and from right to left, following the elastic band.

The fabric slipped down, and cool air rushed up against the small patch of skin that had just been exposed, causing Zhou Heng to hunch slightly at the waist.

"You—" Zhou Heng turned his head and had only uttered one word when Xiao Jue's lips pressed against his earlobe.

His voice came from that close distance, soft and slow, with a slightly muffled, sticky quality from speaking so close to his skin: "Watch TV, don't mind me."

Xiao Jue shifted under the blanket, and the sound of fabric rubbing against each other came from below.

"...I can't watch anymore." Zhou Heng's voice came from the front, tinged with helplessness.

His gaze was still fixed on the television screen, but the content on the screen had completely disappeared from his mind.

"You do your thing," Xiao Jue said, his lips brushing against the back of his ear. "I'm not holding you back."

Xiao Jue's lips moved away from his earlobe, paused for a moment on his neck, and then slid down to his shoulder.

"What exactly are you here for?" Zhou Heng asked.

"I came to watch TV." Xiao Jue bit his earlobe.

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His hand slid from Zhou Heng's waist to his lower abdomen, "Look,………… (see title here)"

His voice was tinged with laughter as his lips brushed against the lower edge of Zhou Heng's earlobe, "It feels like I'm pregnant, baby. Can you give me another little baby?"

Zhou Heng clenched his fist on the sofa armrest for a moment, then released it.

Zhou Heng's fingers slid down from the sofa armrest, landed on his knees, and then gripped the edge of the blanket.

"Stop talking..." Zhou Heng felt a little ashamed, wondering where he got all these shameless things from when they were in bed.

Xiao Jue leaned close to Zhou Heng's ear again, his breath hot as he squeezed out from between his lips: "Like you don't want me to leave."

Zhou Heng bit her lip and gasped for breath, turning her head away and ignoring him.

Xiao Jue pinched his chin, turned his face around, and pressed his lips to his.

All of Zhou Heng's voices were choked in his throat by that kiss.

Xiao Jue scooped Zhou Heng up from the sofa, and the blanket slipped off him, piling up on the small patch of floor between the sofa and the coffee table.

Zhou Heng's back was pressed against the mattress, and Xiao Jue followed.

Zhou Heng pushed against his chest with his palm and said, "You still want—", but Xiao Jue's lips blocked his words, turning them into a muffled sound between their lips.

He turned his head away to catch his breath, but Xiao Jue's lips followed, and Zhou Heng let out a short, sharp sound.

It took who knows how long to finish that.

Xiao Jue got out of bed and bent down to lift Zhou Heng off the sheets.

Zhou Heng tilted his head to one side and rested it in his shoulder.

Xiao Jue carried him into the bathroom, turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and then pulled him back under the hot water.

After washing him, Xiao Jue wrapped him in a bath towel, carried him back to the bedroom, placed him on the edge of the bed, and dried his hair.

She then took a clean short-sleeved shirt from the wardrobe and put it on Zhou Heng.

Then he bent down and scooped Zhou Heng up from the edge of the bed, carrying him back to the living room.

Zhou Heng's foot swayed slightly in the air.

Xiao Jue put him back on the sofa and adjusted the angle of the cushion so that the back of his head could rest more stably.

He bent down, picked up the blanket from the ground, shook it, and covered himself with it again.

Then he turned around, picked up the remote, and restarted the movie from where it was paused.

Then she gave Zhou Heng a hard kiss on the forehead, turned around and went to do the laundry.