Thinking about Yurong undressing, Li Yan felt a slight itch in his heart. He deliberately leaned closer to her ear and chuckled softly, "Does familiarity breed fondness? But it seems like we haven't really... 'familiarized' ourselves yet!"
Nobody around Yurong dared to speak to her so crudely. After pondering for a mont, she finally understood the particular emphasis on the word 'familiarized'. Her heartbeat accelerated, cheeks flushed, and her breath beca slightly rapid. To cover up, she hurriedly whispered, "You actually used foul language..."
"Hey, between a married couple, in the bedroom, how can that be foul language? Moreover, 'familiarize' is quite subtle and cultured. The most straightforward what's what, you'd definitely find impossible to accept, and you probably wouldn't understand if I said 'cross circle' either."
"Your thoughts are just impure..." No one had ever dared to discuss such things with Yurong before. Even Li Yan was doing it for the first ti, making her a bit embarrassed. But after all, she was an adult, and being in his presence, she was just reserved, without outright rejection. She wondered what 'cross circle' really ant, finding she truly didn't understand.
Her reaction encouraged Li Yan to continue, "Then let tell you a pure story and see if you can understand. A man said to a woman: I am Hoeing Millet, you are Noon."
"That's it?" Yurong was a bit speechless, "I am Hoeing Millet, you are Noon, what kind of story is that?"
"I am Hoeing Millet, you are Noon. Hoeing Millet at Noon..."
Upon hearing Li Yan's mischievous laughter, Yurong spat lightly, recalling the previous emphasis on 'noon', and suddenly grasped the hidden aning.
"Then here's another one, a man said to a woman: I am Clear, you are River Chart."
"Oh co on... it must be sothing naughty again." This ti, Yurong didn't follow along, but silently recited in her heart: Clear? River Chart?
"I am Clear, you are River Chart. Clear River Chart..."
"..." Hearing Clear River Chart, without needing further explanation, Yurong could easily infer the aning and could only say speechlessly, "You, you're simply desecrating classical culture!"
"Hehe, only shows how profound Yun Country's language is." Li Yan went on telling her interpretations of ancient poems like "Zhao Xianglu's Rainbow Smoke in the Sun" and "Sunshine Clothes All Gone".
People have an acceptance process for anything; the first ti is always unnatural, but after a few tis, it becos a habit. Initially, the phrase 'familiarity breeds fondness' made Yurong feel it was crude, but as Li Yan narrated several ancient poems, she was already imbued and accustod.
The couple shared a joyous exchange about 'familiarizing', which naturally brought down walls between them. Yurong was no fool; she could certainly grasp Li Yan's underlying words. Ultimately, he wanted to be Hoeing Millet, Clear, and let her be Noon, River Chart.
Upon understanding this, Yurong hesitated for a mont. After he finished the story, she softly asked, "Do you... want to... Hoeing Millet... at Noon?"
A simple question, spoken brokenly, especially on the word 'noon', it beca involuntarily quieter, with a slight strange feeling in her heart: this is practically asking 'Do you want to noon ?' Oh my! How can I say such a thing? She just felt her face burning, realizing she was shaless tonight.
Li Yan was also slightly excited, had she finally figured it out? Was this finally coming to fruition?
"Of course, Hoeing Millet really wishes to be with Noon. It's just... is Noon really ready?" He also whispered in her ear. After speaking, he gently kissed her earlobe.
This little action made Yurong tremble slightly; she shivered and whispered, "Noon... Noon doesn't get it, before the final exam, is there... an introductory course?"
Final exam? Introductory course? Upon hearing this, Li Yan was amused. Yurong's aning was clear: she had no experience with such matters between n and won. In essence, she was nervous and wanted to take it step-by-step.
He blew warm air in her ear and murmured softly, "It's New Year's Day, let's start the first lesson..."
Yurong had already decided to go for it, saying no more, waiting for his introductory course. In these matters, though not an expert professor, Li Yan was at least competent, capable of suppressing his desires, avoiding any rash actions that might leave a bad impression.
As the saying goes, won are emotional creatures; they don't mind n wanting to get intimate, but they mind if a man only wants that. The term with love attached is what they like best.
Li Yan knew he had to proceed step-by-step, first opening her heart. Now it was simply the beginning of gathering courage; he had to let her feel love, feel joy, only then could she be genuinely, willingly prepared. So, he began, with determination and seriousness, to engage in a multitude of kisses!
Kisses are a direct path to a woman's heart. With the hot kisses on the lips and his hands gently caressing and comforting her back, Yurong's tense and stiff posture started to relax gradually...
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