“面要煮糊了。”柳漠澜的声音裹着水汽，尾音微微上扬。
江知烨转身时碰倒了盐罐，细白的晶体洒在料理台上，他解下围裙的动作有些仓促，布料擦过手腕的声音混着面汤沸腾的咕嘟声。柳漠澜伸手去扶倾倒的罐子，两人的指尖在盐粒间相触，凉意与温热交织。
“小心烫。”江知烨握住他的手腕，将人往身后带了带。
面碗被随意搁在餐桌上，酱汁顺着碗沿凝成暗红的线。江知烨倾身时带倒了柳漠澜手中的叉子，金属撞击桌面的声响惊飞了窗外的夜枭。柳漠澜的后颈抵着冰凉的餐桌边缘，开衫滑落肩头，露出锁骨处淡淡的红痕。
“草莓酱……”柳漠澜突然开口，指尖点了点江知烨沾着面酱的唇角。这个突如其来的举动让江知烨愣了神，温热的指腹擦过皮肤的触感比想象中更灼人。
At this nt, the hands were gripping the heof his shirt, and the knuckles were white with force. Jiang Zhiye lowered his head and held onto the sauce. As he brushed his tongue over his lips, he tasted the sweet and sour taste of the strawberries. Liu Molan''''s body suddenly tightened, and the sound of fine breath overflowed froher throat, xed with the residual aro of coffee i, brewing intoxig wine in a sll space.
The edge of the dining table hurts, and Liu Molan reached out to reach the chair behind her, but knocked over the glass. The clear water andered into a river on the wood grain table, soaking the overlapping ers of their clothes. Jiang Zhiye''''s pal cover his back, araces every protruding bone joint through a thin shirt. This a is too faliar, and it bees unfaliar because of the presence of the ring-the ess of the tal gs to the skin, like a never-fading irint.
When Jiang Zhiye picked up the person, he kicked over the fallen chair, and the ffled sound of the wooden chair legs colliding with the floor shocked Liu Molan around his neck.
“知烨……”柳漠澜的呢喃被堵回喉间。Jiang Zhiye k on the edge of the bed, his fiips slowly swaalong the heof his cardigan. Wheouched his chest, Jiang Zhiye vigorously rubbed the soft flesh.
Ti gave the n the right trol, his kisses dowhroat, teeth biting the raised clavicle, Liu Molan Arco bad unsciously grasping the bed sheet.
卧室的窗帘没有拉严，月光顺着窗缝流淌进来，在床褥上投下清冷的光带。Liu Molan''''s back sank into the soft pillow, and the cardigaely slipped off, revealing