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It wasn't their intention to go slow.
Aeri supposed it just happened that way. She and Yizhuo weren't particularly shy when it came to sex or the topic, they'd both had their previous partners before their current relationship. Aeri did err on the side of being chivalrous though and hadn't really brought it up, leaving it to Yizhuo who, despite being heavily flirtatious to start with, never initiated anything either.
There was no stalemate because that would've indicated that there was some sort of dissatisfaction between the two. No, it just... was.
Which was fine with Aeri.
Aeri just liked being around Yizhuo, no matter what that entailed.
Though, somehow, Aeri had come to realize that they were kind of in the middle of an impossibly long, inadvertent edging session.
Maybe that was how they found themselves on Aeri's couch, making out like lip-locking was their only source of oxygen and they existed in a cold vacuum.
It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Yizhuo would always visit Aeri's apartment, never really the other way around because Yizhuo preferred Aeri's place and Yizhuo had a roommate. The older woman never minded because she liked the way that Yizhuo would shuffle through the door, throw off her shoes and coat with a groan, and pull her to the couch— not taking 'no' for an answer, which Aeri wouldn't ever really say in the first place— where she'd stay, glued to her girlfriend's side, until she complained about being hungry.
Of course, it'd lead into kissing, Aeri was only human. Also, Yizhuo was a lot needier than she looked on the outside. When Aeri had first met her, Yizhuo seemed like the type to be quite detached, the kind of person that was hard to pull much of a reaction from.
But she'd been proven wrong when she started to speak to her, leaning over the table to hear her better over the din of the cafe they sat in. Jimin had invited her out to breakfast, mentioning that a few people would be joining — undoubtedly Minjeong included. Yizhuo was one of the others, who'd sat directly across from her. She'd met Yizhuo in passing, but she was Minjeong's best friend and Aeri didn't really hang out with Minjeong outside of when she was with Jimin.
Yizhuo seemed to light up once she got to talking. Her resting face was a bit intimidating to Aeri, but it seemed a ridiculous notion when she realized just how cute the younger woman was.
It was extremely (embarrassingly) apparent that Aeri had a little crush on Yizhuo starting from that moment.
It was still pretty apparent, maybe even more so, especially when she had her in her lap.
Yizhuo probably had ADHD or something, as she so eloquently explained to Aeri.
"I get distracted sometimes. Well, all the time. Even when we might be in the middle of something, so, uh..." Yizhuo had expanded.
They were getting ice cream and Aeri wasn't entirely sure where the topic came from, not that she was complaining, she liked learning things about Yizhuo. She could only assume it was brought on by the night before, when they'd shared their first kiss, which turned into something a little heated because Yizhuo was just an impatient person, and when she liked something, she liked having as much as she could get in the same breath. Though, of course, back then, it didn't go further than a bit of heavy petting. They were, after all, at the front door of Yizhuo's apartment.
"I just know it can be kind of awkward for some people, so I'm warning you," Yizhuo concluded.
Aeri had been a little surprised to see how guarded Yizhuo seemed— how quickly her words were stuttered from her mouth, how passive her word choice was. Yizhuo didn't have much of a filter, saying things that came to mind without much frill to it. Aeri appreciated it, found it cute, really.
She wanted to say that she didn't care about Yizhuo's apparent attention issues, whatever they were— she couldn't care less if Yizhuo didn't even want to have sex with her or go further than kissing. Sure, Aeri liked sex, but she kind of liked Yizhuo more, which was kind of insane to say when they'd only been dating a month, but Aeri knew herself well enough to admit it.
She thought better of her word choice and of verbalizing her very strong feelings for Yizhuo, and instead, took her hand in hers.
"Thanks for telling me," was all she said with a soft smile, and Yizhuo bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, and nodded jerkily at the older woman, almost like a skittish, feral cat taking a treat from a stranger.
Yizhuo's warning did become more apparent the longer their relationship went on.
Aeri learned along the way, doing her best to take everything in stride. Though, yeah, sometimes it did lead to interesting positions…
Like now.
When she kissed Aeri, there was an eagerness to it. Almost like she was seeking something, so she kept digging, kept nipping at Aeri's lips, kept grabbing at her hair, pulling her as close as she could get her. She'd growl fitfully sometimes when Aeri wasn't as pliant as she wanted her to be, not moving quite fast enough, not pressing hard enough.
The younger woman pulled away, blinking.
"Sorry, can we turn the TV off? The dialogue is just..." Yizhuo groaned.
Aeri rubbed soothing hands up and down her hips. Yizhuo's body felt nice under her hands. She was so pretty, Aeri could look at her all day.
"Yeah, of course."
Though, when Aeri shifted to grab the remote on the coffee table, Yizhuo whined in protest.
"Ningie, I have to grab it." Aeri chuckled. As she leaned forward, Yizhuo's arms wrapped tighter around her neck. "I'm gonna drop you," she teased.
After clicking the TV off, Aeri leaned back again and drummed her fingers against Yizhuo's back. Her girlfriend ran her fingers through Aeri's hair. She'd dyed it recently, blonde, and while the upkeep was annoying, Yizhuo seemed to like it a lot. She'd keep touching it, twirling the strands around her fingers.
The other day, she'd done just that— stared intently at Aeri's hair while letting it flow between her fingers for a good ten minutes. Aeri had glanced at her and asked through a laugh, "You good?"
"It's like... ASMR but not the weird eating shit. Like, the sand shit."
Aeri didn't really know what she was talking about, but she didn't protest Yizhuo's continuing ministrations.
"Wanna keep going?"
Yizhuo nodded.
Aeri liked kissing Yizhuo; just the general experience of it. She liked all forms of it, even small pecks. She liked to start there, just feeling Yizhuo's soft, plush lips against hers, how her lipstick or lipgloss would stick to her own lips.
The younger woman pulled away. "That TV show reminded me, we should get ice cream. I've been craving it."
Aeri arched a brow. "It was a true crime show...?"
"Yeah, but they were talking about how cold the morgue was and it just made me think... ice cream. Y'know."
Aeri blinked. "Alright, ice cream sounds good."
Yizhuo smiled happily at her, then leaned in to kiss her again. Their liplock was broken abruptly, leaving Aeri a bit dazed. The younger woman pressed her forehead against Aeri's shoulder.
"Sorry..." She groaned.
"Done?" Aeri asked, rubbing at Yizhuo's arms.
"No..." Yizhuo sighed. She looked up at Aeri and chuckled lightly. "You're hot."
"I know."
"I don't know why, but I keep mentally cataloging everything in my purse, and I can't stop thinking about how many sticks of gum I have."
Aeri barked out a laugh. "How many are there?"
"Four, I think. I'd have to check."
Aeri couldn't help pressing a kiss to her cheek. She leaned back against the couch, slowly letting the tension in her body fizzle out.
"You're warm," Aeri commented. She rubbed Yizhuo's thighs. "Soft, soft," she spoke, poking at her plush skin.
Yizhuo squirmed, rubbing her thighs against Aeri's. Lips pressed against Aeri's neck. A hand reached under her shirt— just for a moment, she could feel the chill of her apartment before the warmth of Yizhuo's palm bore into her abdomen. The touch was almost ticklish, the way it fluttered across the plane of her stomach, trailed her ribs, having no particular destination in mind.
"Can I help you?" Aeri asked, giggling.
Yizhuo didn't answer, only looked up at Aeri with her big eyes, silently asking for... something. Aeri snorted and pinched her cheek.
"Yes?"
The younger woman turn her head quickly, snapping her teeth at Aeri's pinching fingers. Aeri screeched out in laughter. Yizhuo didn't seem to appreciate it; she grabbed her hand and brought her forefinger up between her front teeth, pressing down lightly, like cats do when they're giving you a warning bite.
Though, Aeri knew that Yizhuo was entirely harmless.
"Having fun?"
Yizhuo nodded and pressed a kiss against her finger.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Definitely not gum."
Yizuho's kisses were a little less rushed this time around. Aeri liked it either way; liked however Yizhuo would take from her. It did feel like Yizhuo was taking something from her every time they kissed, like she was greedily enveloping all of Aeri, a press of her lips at a time.
She wondered sometimes, if Yizhuo knew how much of Aeri was hers.
The sweetest moan dripped from Yizhuo's lips. That was about when Aeri realized that Yizhuo was grinding against her. Her movements were desperate, like nothing was quite satisfying the particular craving she sought.
"Wait, wait," Aeri panted, attempting to shift.
"No..." Yizhuo whined. Her thighs clamped around Aeri's sides as she scooted to the edge of the couch. Sharp teeth nipped at the older woman's neck, like a silent chastising.
Aeri chuckled, paying no mind to Yizhuo's protests. With ease, she managed to shift Yizhuo to straddle her thigh. Hands slid under her mini-skirt— it was a favorite of Aeri's, though, really, she liked Yizhuo in anything, she was heavily biased— and dug her fingers into the plush of her ass. She pulled her girlfriend down until she was firmly against her, then, she brought her forward. The action had Yizhuo whining into her lips.
"Good?" Aeri spoke against soft pink.
Yizhuo nodded quickly, as if even taking a moment to do anything but grind against Aeri would take away her pleasure.
Aeri was wearing jeans, but she could still feel the warmth of Yizhuo against her leg. It made Aeri shiver. It was a bit overwhelming. Aeri didn't quite know what to do about it. She just knew that she liked it, liked when Yizhuo was like this, wanting something from her.
Yizhuo whined, her name stretched out into her ear. She didn't seem to be asking for anything in particular, and Aeri just let her continue on her way, using her as she pleased.
"God, you're so hot," Aeri groaned, running her hands wherever she could reach.
A part of Aeri wanted Yizhuo under her, against the couch, her fingers slipping under her thin underwear. But another part of her wanted her just like this; liked her just like this.
Yizhuo was so soft. She liked the way her thighs trembled with every grind; liked how smoothly her hips rolled, how they stuttered under her palms.
Her pants evolved into high pitched whining, the sounds punctuated by the way she clawed at Aeri's abdomen and the jerking of her hips.
As aftershocks jolted her girlfriend, Aeri rubbed soothing hands up and down her thighs.
Yizhuo finally pulled back and Aeri felt giddiness bubble in her chest at the sight of her teary eyes and kiss bruised lips. Aeri was just as lost for breath, mind buzzing.
Pressing a soft peck against Yizhuo's red cheek, Aeri whispered, "Cute."
Yizhuo gave her an embarrassed chuckle, maybe coming to realize what'd happened over the last couple of minutes, dry humping like they were teenagers.
They did get that ice cream after, to Yizhuo’s delight.
—
After the first time, seeing Yizhuo, cheeks all ruddy, soft pink lips parted with heavy pants leaving them, so sweet in Aeri's mouth, Aeri found that she had a sudden problem on her hands.
She was like a dog that'd been given human food— suddenly, she was at her owner's lap, drooling and begging like it was all that she knew.
She wasn't shameless of course. Aeri wasn't quite... verbally begging, but, really, she couldn't keep her hands off of her girlfriend. Maybe it would've been pathetic if Aeri cared.
Yizhuo giggled, squirming against Aeri's hands on her hips.
"What're you doing?" She asked over her shoulder.
"Hm? Nothing..." Aeri fluttered her fingers, tapping her sides teasingly.
Yizhuo hadn't been over her apartment the entire week. Work was busy for the both of them making finding time for each other pretty impossible.
Aeri wouldn't have preferred going grocery shopping after seeing each other for the first time in a while, but she couldn't complain when Yizhuo was around.
The older woman was nearly flush against Yizhuo’s back. Sure, she wasn't one to engage in intense PDA, she had courtesy for other people! But, really, Yizhuo was like a flame to her moth, or, maybe something more intense— definitely something more intense— like one of those 200,000-lumen flashlights that lights shit on fire.
Yizhuo turned around to lean against the cereal shelf. Aeri had a pretty clean diet, but Yizhuo loved her sugar— it was only reasonable that Aeri kept her favorites in the kitchen.
She rubbed a thumb over the back of one of Aeri's hands, still clasped over her hips. In a soft caress, her fingers trailed up her arm, stopping at the crook of her elbow.
"Missed me?" Yizhuo's grin was diabolical, teasing, like she'd just tripped Aeri and hovered over her like a mean girl. It made Aeri giddy.
"Definitely," Aeri nodded.
Yizhuo chuckled. She sounded pleased, maybe because Aeri was so bluntly honest, not giving into Yizhuo's ribbing.
"What about me did you miss?"
Aeri pursed her lips in thought, it was only a moment, really, but Yizhuo was whining before she could say anything.
"You're taking too long!"
"There's just... so many things, I couldn't figure out what to say first," Aeri was laughing before she could get the whole sentence out. Yizhuo slapped her arm, unable to resist giggling with her. Her fingers clung to her sleeve.
"Well, I missed you too. Kind of." Yizhuo whirled around and grabbed a box of cereal to toss into the cart.
Aeri wrapped her arms around Yizhuo's middle and rubbed her face into her shoulder with an exaggerated coo of adoration.
Grocery shopping went by without many more distractions, thankfully, Aeri was capable of reeling things in.
Sometimes.
Aeri pressed her hips against Yizhuo's ass, caging her in against the counter.
She dragged a hand down Yizhuo's firm abdomen, adoring the way she could feel her breathing quicken.
Yizhuo smelled nice; she liked the sweet, floral scents, and Aeri liked the way it'd linger on the couch pillows and throw blankets. She especially liked when Yizhuo would steal her jackets, it was an indulgent thing, being able to carry a part of Yizhuo around like that after the fact (well, if Yizhuo gave them back in the first place).
"I did miss you a lot. I missed the way you feel. Missed your voice." Aeri rambled.
Yizhuo laughed breathlessly.
"The frozen stuff..." She muttered, as if losing her train of thought in the presence of Aeri's wandering hands.
It kind of made Aeri proud, that she could be the distraction that Yizhuo's mind fought against.
"This won't take long." They were in the middle of putting groceries away and maybe Aeri didn’t have as great of self control as she thought she did.
"Are you calling me quick?"
Aeri chuckled. "I don't know, are you?"
"Well, I did come all over your leg the other day," Yizhuo groaned, embarrassed.
"It was hot." Aeri thumbed the button of her jeans.
"Yeah?"
Aeri liked when Yizhuo fished for compliments. It was pretty amusing, especially early on when they were getting to know one another, because Yizhuo seemed so shameless about it sometimes. Though, Aeri came to learn that Yizhuo was just like that; she liked the praise, liked hearing Aeri verbalize things.
Aeri wasn't especially shy when it came to voicing her thoughts, but she wasn't accustomed to doing it the way that Yizhuo wanted.
Now, she didn't hesitate much to tell Yizhuo, "Yeah. I liked feeling you against me. You looked so good, your hips... so desperate."
"Desperate is..." Yizhuo let out a soft laugh.
"Accurate?"
The younger woman scoffed. She squirmed when Aeri got to pulling down her zipper. Her fingers played at the hem of her underwear. It felt lacy. Yizhuo always did like looking nice.
"Show me you're not desperate then, when I touch you like this," Aeri spoke into her ear.
She ran her fingers down, over the center of Yizhuo's underwear. She was warm, a completely different sensation to feeling her on her clothed thigh, and Aeri couldn't help pressing into where her entrance was.
Yizhuo whined and squirmed. She could see the way her hands gripped at the counter— one moved down to grip her forearm when she started to circle her clothed clit.
Something about Yizhuo was so all-encompassing, even when she wasn't directly touching her. She liked all of her; she liked how her lean body felt trapped between her arms; how warm she was; the breathy sounds she made.
Aeri's mind was kind of getting overwhelmed, so, she moved her hand back to Yizhuo's thigh to squeeze the pliant flesh there.
"How's it feel?" Aeri rasped.
"Why'd you stop?" Yizhuo asked, almost sounding meek. Her shoulders moved up and down with heavier breaths.
"You wanna keep going? I thought you didn't really want it?" Aeri nipped at her shoulder through her t-shirt. It was one of those baby tees she liked so much; there was something about the way it clung to the lean plane of her abdomen, about the swell of her breasts through it, it made Aeri feel a little too excited.
"I never said that!" Yizhuo protested. "Idiot," she muttered, pulling at Aeri's wrist.
Aeri snorted. "How bad do you want it?"
Yizhuo's thighs trapped her hand between them. "Just... touch me?"
"Why should I? You can't even admit how much you want it." Aeri had a shit-eating grin on her face that she knew could be heard through her words.
"You're so annoying..." Yizhuo growled.
"Ning-ah," Aeri cooed, barely holding down a laugh. Her hand was completely trapped between her legs; she could barely move it between that and her pants, as baggy as they were.
She pressed her hips against Yizhuo again, pushing her further against the counter. The hand gripping the edge of the counter moved up and Aeri could see the way it attempted to grab at the smooth surface of the countertop.
"Let me move, I'll make you feel good, hm?" Aeri suggested. She tugged at the waistband of Yizhuo's jeans.
Yizhuo's free hand rushed to help her pull them down, letting them catch at her knees. Aeri immediately palmed her ass. Her thumb trailed down, underneath her black, lacey underwear, close to her center, where she pulled her lips apart and forced her legs to spread further.
"Aeri..." Yizhuo whined. Aeri hummed, a little preoccupied.
Using her other hand, the one still in Yizhuo's grasp— and she wasn't entirely sure if Yizhuo noticed that or not— she toyed with the hem of Yizhuo's underwear.
"On or off?"
Her girlfriend's hand blindly reached behind her and slapped at the air before catching Aeri's arm.
"I don't give a shit, please, just fucking touch me, why are you like this!" Yizhuo rambled.
Aeri never really had a set preference when it came to sex or general intimacy with her partners. Everyone was different, she knew, which meant that in every relationship, every couple would learn to work with the other and evolve together in a way that couldn't be replicated with another person.
That being said, Aeri never really considered herself a top or bottom, more domineering or not. It never really mattered to her when she just wanted to enjoy herself in the end.
With Yizhuo, it interested her that she liked to take care of her right off the bat. Yizhuo didn't need someone to hold her hand or help her, she was tenacious like that, and maybe some of her braveness came from a slight sense of obliviousness, but Aeri digressed.
It felt oddly natural to take care of Yizhuo. She liked doting on her, liked how much Yizhuo liked it. And Yizhuo was quite transparent about how she enjoyed Aeri's attention.
"Okay, okay," Aeri soothed, a smile on her face. She was sure that Yizhuo would've glared at her if she saw how hard she was cheesing. "Though, you have to admit, you sound a little desperate like this—"
"Uchinaga Aeri." Yizhuo whipped around, a stern look on her face. But even with that intimidating expression, Aeri relished in the flush on her face.
She was so cute.
Aeri hushed her and pressed her front against Yizhuo's back, encouraging her to relax again. She ran both hands over her ass, not able to resist squeezing just a bit, before trailing over the front of her thighs, to her center. Grabbing her hip with one hand, the other slid into her underwear without any further pretenses.
Aeri gasped when her fingers touched wet warmth. She dragged her lips over Yizhuo's neck. Her stomach swooped when she heard Yizhuo mewl at the feeling.
"You feel good..." Aeri muttered, not quite aware that she was even vocalizing her thoughts.
Intent on getting Yizhuo as wet as she could get her, Aeri focused on her clit, dragging her arousal up to keep the glide smooth. It made Aeri somewhat brainless, just the feeling of Yizhuo, wet all over her fingers, her body tensing under hers.
"Ningie, I can hear you." Aeri sighed. She was so wet, the sounds of Aeri's fingers trailing up and down her slit, rounding her clit, were slick.
Yizhuo's hand needily grabbed at her wrist again.
"Need something, hm?" Aeri asked. "You're so quiet now," she chuckled.
Yizhuo wasn't talking much, but she did do a lot of panting and keening.
"S'good," Yizhuo slurred.
"I know." Aeri sighed out, biting at Yizhuo's cute, red ear.
"Aeri..." The hand kept tugging at her wrist. "More, please?"
"You'll give me all of it?" Aeri pressed against her entrance, keeping pressure that Yizhuo rocked against, as much as she could between the counter and Aeri. "Yeah?" She tapped her finger there, teasing.
She could feel her wetness clinging to her finger; she could imagine it stringing off with every pull, and it made Aeri rut against Yizhuo's ass. Her clit rubbed back and forth against the palm of her hand.
"Yeah, more, more," Yizhuo choked out.
Yizhuo was tight around her middle finger. She couldn't resist egging on her cute little begging moans and sighs, so she only dipped the tip of her finger in, just a couple of times, enough for Yizhuo to voice her complaints.
She reached back to grab Aeri's hip. Her fingers scrunched into the material of her dress, trying to pull her closer. Aeri slid inside, finally, not having to take it too slow because Yizhuo was rocking down on her before Aeri could do much of anything about it.
Aeri bit her lip when she felt Yizhuo already throbbing around her, like her entire being was begging for Aeri. A high-pitched moan unknowingly slipped from Aeri's lips— she was kind of dizzy, not physically, but it felt like her mind was spinning. She ached— not even in the sense that she was unbelievably horny, but that she felt like she wanted every facet of Yizhuo and had no clue where to start.
She was like a rat running around in a maze, able to smell the prize at the end, but clawing at every corner, with just want in its mind.
Yizhuo made her feel kind of stupid like that sometimes.
She curled her finger, keeping a pulsing rhythm. Yizhuo couldn't stop rocking against her, dragging her clit against her hand. Aeri followed her movements, pushing back against her ass each time she rocked.
"Feels good?"
Yizhuo only whined. Aeri couldn't even be sure that she'd heard her. She squeezed her waist, feeling the muscle there writhe.
"Want more?" Aeri asked, rubbing her ring finger against her entrance. Nails dug into her wrist. Her other hand pulled at her dress; Aeri thought, for a moment, that she may tear it.
She dipped a second finger in— she was definitely wet enough that Aeri didn't have a problem stretching her a bit more, and Yizhuo didn't seem to have an issue with it either.
"Fucking—! Aeri!" Yizhuo cried.
"You sound so pretty," Aeri spoke into her neck.
Yizhuo's shirt was starting to dampen; down the dip of her spine, the light fabric was darkened. It made Aeri's mouth feel suddenly dry. She pulled the material up and ran her hand down the firm muscle.
She reached around, following the band of her lacey black bra, and cupped one of her breasts, swiping a thumb over her stiff nipple. It pulled a jerky movement from Yizhuo, so, naturally, Aeri kept it going, pulling and rubbing after tugging the cup of her bra down.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Aeri asked.
Yizhuo choked some sort of sound out. It wasn't quite an answer, but Aeri wasn't strict, and it made her happy to hear it.
"Go ahead. I just want you to feel good, Ningie."
Yizhuo's head fell back against Aeri's shoulder. Her walls clamped around Aeri's fingers, suctioning against them for a good couple of seconds, before they were throbbing, almost each one punctuated by a drawn-out, ragged moan from Yizhuo.
Aeri felt like she may never get her fingers back. It was fine. Yizhuo was so wet, Aeri was sure she was trickling down her wrist.
She pressed kisses up and down Yizhuo's neck, unable to keep the smile off of her face at the sound of her erratic breathing.
"Y-you were eager," Yizhuo commented.
The older woman laughed. "Honestly... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you coming on my thigh. It's..." Aeri cleared her throat, trailing off. She wasn't quite sure how to say so succinctly that she was kind of obsessed with Yizhuo.
Not that Yizhuo didn't know that. She had to know that. Sometimes, Aeri would just stare adoringly at Yizhuo, a stupid smile on her face, and Yizhuo would catch her every time and give her that bratty laugh. It was unlike Aeri to be like that. She didn’t feel this way with any of her other partners, not like she was just… happy to drown in them.
"Well," Yizhuo brought Aeri's hand up to kiss the back of it. She turned around in Aeri’s hold, and, oh, Aeri adored her. She loved how glassy her eyes looked; how flushed her skin was, a soft pink that made Aeri's jaw ache. She felt like she was on the verge of salivating like a dumb animal. "That's not much worse than me touching myself all week thinking about you."
An embarrassing half gasp, half giddy chuckle left Aeri.
"You know how to flatter a girl." Aeri grinned.
"Maybe I should've sent videos," Yizhuo suggested, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. Her gaze was unfocused, somewhere around Aeri's neck.
Aeri liked that idea a lot, so much that she was pretty sure her underwear was one hundred percent ruined now (if it wasn't already).
"I think that might kill me," Aeri said, happily.
"Okay, I'll get on it then." Yizhuo grinned like she knew she held every bit of power over her girlfriend.
"How was your, uh, focus? You seemed pretty into it this time."
"I was!" Yizhuo exclaimed, eyes wide like she'd had a life-changing revelation, and well, maybe it was.
"Maybe it was the talking?" Aeri suggested.
"Probably. I felt like I couldn't even think of anything past... everything going on." She giggled.
Aeri grinned, happy to know that she did her best for Yizhuo. And to think, they started off with Yizhuo's mind on—
"Oh shit, the frozen stuff!" Aeri groaned.
Yizhuo's laugh trailed her as she rushed to grab the rest of the groceries off of the counter before they were no good.