[R18] Willingly (1V1) – “Willingly (1V1)” 43. Sitting together [English]

When Lin Xi came out for her last climax, it was already bright outside. She couldn’t hold back her sleepiness and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already afternoon.

She opened her eyes, turned over lazily, and realized that she was still in Yu Xiucheng’s room. The door was ajar, and the familiar sound of piano music could be heard from far outside.

Yu Xiucheng has people coming here regularly every day to clean and cook, but probably because Yu Xiucheng doesn’t like seeing strangers, he always comes when he is not at home and leaves before he goes home.

But it seems like something is different today.

Lin Xi got out of bed and saw that Yu Xiucheng had casually put a shirt on him. The length was just above the hips, and it was absolutely eye-catching.She buttoned up the buttons slowly and by chance, leaving the top two buttons exposed, exposing her collarbone.

She walked out of the bedroom barefoot. The soft wool carpet made her squint because of the comfort her bare feet stepped on.

Following the sound of the music, he pushed open the study door. The man was sitting at the desk, looking attentively at the laptop in front of him. The speakers on both sides of the computer were playing smooth piano music, which was Chopin’s Winter Wind Etude.This song is also Lin Xi’s favorite. She had practiced it under the guidance of her teacher and used it in competitions.

“Don’t you need to sleep at all?” Lin Xi teased, but she was also really confused. She slowly walked up to the man and sat on his lap, and then she snuggled into Yu Xiucheng’s arms obediently like a little white cat.

Yu Xiucheng easily hugged her slender waist, and then bit the red lips she offered without hesitation. The two of them rubbed each other naturally for a while, and the man’s voice was already hoarse: “I don’t like it.”

In fact, the most difficult thing about post-traumatic stress disorder is at night. When you close your eyes, the past will reappear in front of your eyes over and over again. Even if you are lucky enough to fall asleep, there will be no breathing space in the dream, making it inevitable to avoid it.

Although patazosin can effectively alleviate these symptoms, Yu Xiucheng’s inability to sleep has been a deep-rooted habit developed over many years, and it is difficult to change to this day.

“People say that children will not grow taller if they don’t like to sleep.” Lin Xi’s fingers slipped into the gap between the hair on the back of the man’s head and rested his chin on his broad shoulders, “Why is it that you are not right?”

“I don’t know.”

Yu Xiucheng had actually never heard this sentence.he gently clasped the back of Lin Xi’s head with his palm: “Sleep a little longer?”

Lin Xi was indeed a little sleepy, so she squinted again comfortably in Yu Xiucheng’s arms.She just squinted her eyes and took a nap, listening to the piano music and feeling familiar. It felt like she had listened to it often before, but she couldn’t remember which pianist’s version it was.

“Whose version is this song from? It feels so familiar.”

After two more songs, Lin Xi became more and more curious as he listened. He couldn’t help but lazily straightened up from the man’s arms, stretched out his hand and cut out the background program of Yu Xiucheng’s computer.

Then she discovered it wasn’t audio, but video.

When she opened the video window, the previous song had just ended, but the program had been set to play multiple videos automatically and continuously, so Lin Xi watched as another video connected automatically.

After a brief black screen, the familiar concert hall appeared. Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, and after the applause, he watched a girl in a white dress gracefully step onto the center of the stage, bowing slightly toward the judges and audience.

The girl put on a little light makeup, but her immature facial features still showed a sense of youthfulness. Lin Xi looked at the person in the picture sitting in front of the grand piano, and then looked back at Yu Xiucheng in disbelief.

Yu Xiucheng was also looking at her intently, with a pair of black eyes like an ancient well without waves, so deep that no one dared to look further.

It seems that she has not touched the piano for so long that she can no longer even recognize the music she plays.