43 Sharing a Bed

He Lixue felt as if she was turning into a puddle in Lu Nanfeng's arms. Her body was soft, and her heart was beating so fast that it was threatening to break out from her chest.

Lu Nanfeng did not close his eyes, he looked at He Lixue as she collapsed in his arms, and his eyes were sparkling like a starry sky. It was impossible to look into them and not get lost, and He Lixue was the same.

Her eyes turned misty, her breath was stolen away from her, and she felt dizzy. When she could no longer handle it any longer, Lu Nanfeng finally released her lips, but he still held her waist tightly, hugging her into his embrace.

He Lixue was gasping for air, her eyes were glossed over, her red lips swollen, and her legs felt wobbly, all she could do was lean against Lu Nanfeng's chest.

"Rogue," she said, but her voice was soft and alluring, it was languid, and He Lixue wanted to bite off her tongue when she heard her tone of voice.

Lu Nanfeng felt as if someone was clutching his heart; it was simply so gentle that he could not help but want to merge her into his body.

Seeing her stumped look, and the complete and utter disbelief, Lu Nanfeng was as if someone had tickled his heart.

At this point in time, he reached out his arms and dragged He Lixue into his embrace, holding her in his embrace, greedily inhaling the scent of her hair.

He Lixue finally managed to get her soul back, she struggled slightly, her hands were balled into fists, and her face was as red as a ripe tomato.

"You are shameless!" she said angrily, but her anger and pouted lips did nothing else than cause Lu Nanfeng to become even more restless.

"We should sleep." His voice was hoarse and seductive, his body was plastered right next to He Lixue, and he could feel her every move, her fidgeting in his arms, and her rapid breathing.

Knowing how nervous she was, Lu Nanfeng felt accomplished, but he also felt slightly guilty for taking it too far. So much for wanting to be calm and relaxed, so much for wanting to take it slow. The moment her lips were in front of him, he could not hold back any longer.

But he also felt relieved. Now he had shown her how he felt, so he could use this as a reason to continue being intimate with her. He would not let her run away, nor would he give her the chance to escape. She had to be his, and he was sure that she also felt something for him, considering her clumsy reply to his kiss.

He Lixue was full of random thoughts, and disbelief whenever she thought about what Lu Nanfeng had done to her. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she could not stop feeling shocked.

But it was late at night, and she was still healing. It did not take more than half an hour of fidgeting before her body calmed down, and she entered a deep sleep.

Lu Nanfeng was not the same as He Lixue. While He Lixue fell asleep almost right away, he was unable to sleep. Lying with his woman in his arms, he was full of sweet torment.

Throughout the night, he did not move. He did not kiss her, nor did he touch her other than embracing her when she fell asleep, but the fact that her body was plastered against his, and her soft breathing in his ears was simply intoxicating.

When He Lixue woke up the following day, she felt her head resting against something hard, warm, but comfortable. Lifting her hands, she rubbed her eyes.

It was a long time since she last felt this comfortable and had such a good sleep.

She slowly rose, her hands touching the thing she had used as a pillow all night, and she suddenly froze. Beneath her hands was a honey-colored chest. It was sturdy, strong, and so attractive that He Lixue felt as if she got a nosebleed.

She hurriedly covered her nose with her hand, and as she was about to escape the bed when she was suddenly dragged back by a strong arm that had hooked itself around her waist.

"Where are you going?" the sleepy voice of Lu Nanfeng sounded next to He Lixue's head as he dragged her back against his body.

He was still half asleep, but the feeling of being so close to He Lixue made him happy. He suddenly felt invigorated, pressed her down on the pillow, and tried to kiss her, but his mouth was blocked by He Lixue's hand.

"I haven't brushed my teeth," she said indignantly, and Lu Nanfeng could not help but laugh lowly. "So, if you brush your teeth, then I can kiss you?"

He Lixue's face instantly turned red, and she rapidly shook her head.

"I'm going to wash up!" she said as she rushed from the bed and into the bathroom, her heart beating so rapidly that she could hear it in her ears.

He Lixue stood on the bathroom floor, her heart beating rapidly, and her face was so red that it took her a few moments to calm down. It was simply too exciting for her own good.

She was not sure what she felt for Lu Nanfeng, but she knew that she did not dislike kissing him. She was scared by her thoughts. Was she perhaps some sort of lecherous woman?

Placing her hands on her cheeks, she could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and she felt ashamed. Why was she so obsessed with Lu Nanfeng? Lu Nanfeng was her friend, if she had a relationship with him, she might lose him later. She was not sure she could handle the loss.