bioinnovel Chapter 51 King Tianrun
Chapter 51 King Tianrun
Li Yao confirmed again, "Here? Are you sure?"
Angel Yan swept her hair to one side, revealing the graceful line of her neck: "What else?"
Upon seeing this, Li Yao suddenly smiled, as if he now knew Angel Yan's true purpose.
But we need to warm up first.
So he changed his silver-white armor into casual clothes and slowly said, "Alright."
"But Sister Yan, I have to remind you. In close combat, I will fight back."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly extended his dragon claw hand, aiming straight for Angel Yan...
wrist!
Angel Yan reacted quickly, dodging to the side and striking his chest with her backhand.
Instead of retreating, Li Yao advanced, taking the blow head-on, and then grabbed her hand, pulling her forward.
The two lost their balance at the same time and fell together into the dark blue sofa behind them.
The soft sofa cushions caught them, but did nothing to absorb the force.
Li Yao leaned over Angel Yan, his arm resting on her ear, so close he could see the number of her eyelashes.
Angel Yan lay on her back, her golden hair spread out on the mat, her breathing slightly disordered, and her cheeks flushed.
At this very moment, she was face to face with Li Yao, eye to eye, breathing in each other's breath.
"You attacked from behind."
Angel Yan's tone at this moment didn't sound like she was blaming anyone; rather, it sounded like she was being coquettish.
Li Yao looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips: "All's fair in war."
Angel Yan suddenly lifted her leg, her stiletto heel hooked onto his calf, and with a swift flip, their positions were instantly reversed.
She pressed down on Li Yao, holding his hands in her own, looking down at him, her long, golden hair sweeping across his face.
You lost.
Li Yao did not move, but lay quietly, gazing at Angel Yan.
He has known Angel Yan for almost a hundred years.
Over the past century, the two have carried out several missions together.
Hmm... this trip to Earth was the shortest one I've ever taken.
He knows Angel Yan too well.
She is the typical mature and sophisticated type, strong but not domineering; gentle but not clingy or soft.
Her strength is tempered with restraint, and her gentleness with distance, like a fine wine that is intense on the palate but leaves a warm aftertaste.
But as time went on, she became more and more gentle and approachable in his presence.
They would be the first to rush over if he got injured.
She would blush and turn away when he teased her.
In late-night communications, she would say in a lazy voice, "Go to sleep early."
Those subtle expressions of concern and unintentional indulgence gradually dismantled his defenses, leaving him completely under their control.
So, the relationship between the two people developed naturally and quietly.
So at this moment, with Angel Yan pressing down on him, even though his heart was pounding, he didn't want to push her away.
"What are you thinking about?" Angel Yan tapped his nose with the tip of her own.
Li Yao laughed and said, "I was wondering when you became so good-looking."
"Glib-tongued."
Angel Yan gave a soft snort and released his hands.
Li Yao reached out and gently took her slender fingers in his hand: "So, are you still going to continue?"
Angel Yan looked down at him, a smile hidden in her eyes, but her tone was deliberately serious: "Hit him. But in a different way."
"In what way?"
She bent down, her blonde hair falling and brushing against his cheek, her breath close to his: "Guess."
Before he could finish speaking, Angel Yan's lips fell, like a feather covering the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Li Yao was naturally unwilling to be outdone, and without further hesitation, he launched a direct attack!
fighting!
fighting!!
fighting!!!
Life goes on, the fight continues!
In the blink of an eye, the two were engaged in an even more intense battle.
The scale of this battle was neither small nor large.
Li Yao and Angel Yan exchanged blows, each launching their own attack.
The battlefield shifted from the sofa to the carpet, and then from the carpet to the bedside.
The white high heels had somehow ended up in the corner, and the fitted white dress was all crumpled up.
The sky outside the window changed from daytime to night, the sunlight changed from bright to soft, and then from soft to a sky full of stars.
Li Yao couldn't remember whose attack power was stronger, but he was the first to break through the opponent's clothing defenses.
It was impossible to tell whose low laughter and panting belonged to.
All I remember is her golden hair entwined around his fingers, like a flowing galaxy.
I remember when she leaned on his shoulder, her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed, but she still insisted on saying in his ear, "You're nothing special."
I remember the proud yet indulgent light in her eyes when he rolled over and pulled her into his arms.
He also remembered that at the beginning, Angel Yan's attack was too powerful, which caused him to be suppressed below.
Angel Yan had the upper hand, looking down at him with disdain.
From the perspective of an observer, the offense and defense in the room are clearly visible, as are the real and feint moves.
As time went by, Angel Yan's stamina gradually gave out, while Li Yao grew stronger with each battle.
His combat power finally broke through Angel Yan's suppression, turning the tide from being at a disadvantage to being at an advantage, and shifting from defense to offense.
But Angel Yan did not give up. She stretched out her legs and wrapped them around Li Yao's waist, trying to use softness to overcome hardness and disrupt his rhythm.
Li Yao lowered his hands, steadily neutralizing her attack, and then with a backhand slam, blocked all her variations.
The two fought closely, their breaths mingling, neither willing to back down even a step.
When Angel Yan finally exhausted herself and relaxed, Li Yao seized the opportunity to take the initiative and held her firmly in his arms.
She lay on her back, her blonde hair disheveled, her chest heaving, but she didn't mince words: "Consider yourself lucky."
Li Yao, panting heavily, leaned down and whispered in her ear with a smile, "It was Sister Yan who let me have my way."
This was probably the longest battle they had ever fought.
There was no sword light, no wings, only the blood surging beneath the skin, and two hearts drawing ever closer.
Similarly, their distance changed from positive to negative.
……
Li Yao opened his eyes when sunlight streamed in through the window again.
At this moment, the angel Yan in her arms was fast asleep, her golden hair scattered on the pillow, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her usual sharpness gone, looking exactly like a sleeping beauty.
Li Yao smiled happily, stretched his stiff shoulders, and noticed the marks left by her fingernails on his waist.
"As expected of the Prince of Tianrun."
He sighed softly, his tone filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and an unconcealable sense of satisfaction.
Half-asleep, Angel Yan mumbled an "Mmm" and snuggled closer to him.
Li Yao smiled, tightened his arms, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
The two of them lay there quietly.
The sunlight grew brighter and brighter, warming the entire room.
After a long while, Angel Yan lazily opened her eyes, met Li Yao's gaze, and smiled slightly: "Have you seen enough?"
"No," Li Yao smiled slightly, "I could look at it for a lifetime and still not get enough."
Angel Yan chuckled and poked his chest. "Your words are getting sweeter and sweeter. Get up and go take a shower."
"Together?"
"Dream on."
She pushed him away, sat up wrapped in the blanket, her blond hair a mess.
Looking at her languid yet charming appearance, Li Yao's heart melted completely.
……
(PS:
Godfathers, I am Xiao Chunan. I only have fantasies about love and no experience with it, so the romance storyline may not be well written.
If the godfathers have any suggestions or insights, they can type them here.