Yang Fei has long had many fantasies about the perfect body in front of him.

When men and women get along together, to say that they have no ideas, it is really a lie.

There is such a passage in Lu Xun's "Just Collection: Small Miscellaneous Feelings", "When I see short sleeves, I immediately think of white arms, and I immediately think of ...... Immediately thinking of illegitimate children, the imagination of the Chinese people can only make such a leap forward at this level. ”

Yang Fei and Su Tong have been together for half a year.

For months, they spent more time together than with their lovers, and they were almost inseparable except for sleeping.

There have been several opportunities to take the relationship between the two to the next level, but they were all delayed by mistake.

Perhaps, this is also a necessary process in the development of the relationship between the two!

After Yang Fei finished calling Tie Lianping, he turned on the speakers in the room, poured two glasses of red wine, and waited for Su Tong to come out.

He thought that she would come out with a bath towel, but unexpectedly, she walked out neatly dressed.

Su Tong walked over to Yang Fei and sat down, snuggling up to him.

Yang Fei handed over a glass of red wine, and the two touched the glasses and took a sip each.

After drinking a small glass of red wine, the song "Country Road Takes Me Home" floated out of the CD player.

"Yang Fei, I want to go home. Su Tong said softly.

Yang Fei was stunned, thinking to himself such a good atmosphere, you said you want to go home?

She didn't call him boss, which Yang Fei was very happy about, if she called the boss, the atmosphere would not be right.

Su Tong raised his head: "You are my home." ”

Yes, this is the truest feeling in her heart.

After this period of running-in, Su Tong sometimes feels fragile and self-pitying, and sometimes gets angry and tears because he is too sensitive.

But during this period of time, Yang Fei's heartfelt concern for her made her completely fall into his ocean-like sea of feelings.

He called her in the early hours of the morning and just wanted to tell her that it was snowing.

He traveled all the way to bring her a little snowman, just to let her feel the beauty of his hometown.

He quietly wrote down her preferences and made all her dreams come true in this cottage.

She didn't want to think about whether there were other women around him, whether there was a mysterious girl in his heart, and whether he had an unclear relationship with that Chen Mo.

She no longer cares, whether others say that she is doing to him for money, and she no longer cares whether this relationship can last forever.

She doesn't care about these things, she just wants to follow the most genuine wish in her heart, be with him well, and have a blend of fire and water, regardless of each other.

She can bow her proud head and abandon worldly prejudices, because this man has deeply touched her heart with small details of life.

No matter what his purpose is, whether he is playing with himself or not, no matter how he arranges himself in the future, all this really doesn't have to be considered anymore.

There will be impulsive moments in life, even if she uses a lifetime of regret to pay for the impulsiveness at this moment, she doesn't want to take care of it.

Yang Fei put the cups of the two on the bedside table and looked at her gently.

Su Tong leaned over, hugged him, closed his eyes, and muttered, "I put on these clothes, because they were all bought by you, and you must want to see me look like I wear them." And then, if you take them off one by one, do you feel more accomplished, and more excited?"

Yang Fei's breathing instantly became heavier, he put his left hand around her waist, gently supported her chin with his right hand, and then kissed her hard.

The storm is not enough to describe the action at this moment.

In the face of the most authentic actions, no language pales.

Yang Fei and Su Tong didn't speak, like two long-awaited people, completing a very sacred ceremony.

She doesn't know much about men and women, but it's a girl who has studied secondary school in the city, and she has been working in the factory for two years.

Therefore, Su Tong is not ignorant of personnel, but he is relatively more conservative, and he respects his body more and values his first time.

Several times, Yang Fei hinted at her, and she avoided it, because she had a lot of concerns, she was afraid of giving him, but she couldn't grow old with him, afraid that she was older than him, weaker than him, and would not be worthy of him. I'm afraid that he is too rich, he will be very attentive, there will be many women, and he will suffer.

All in all, Su Tong has too many things to worry about.

But at this moment, she really let go of everything, and just wanted to love him well.

Every piece of clothing Yang Fei bought for her is very beautiful, but compared with her, a beautiful person, these clothes written by foreign design masters are inconspicuous and dwarfed.

The moment he pushed her sweater up, the rabbit jumped out and jumped into view.

Yang Fei's Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily.

He unbuttoned her pants and made them fit snugly in the shape of her legs, making it difficult to take them off.

Yang Fei was not in a hurry, slowly fading, and his fingertips gently slid over her delicate and white skin.

Every inch of her skin is so firm, so white, like a flawless work of art, born out of nowhere, with amazement in front of you, making you crazy to want to possess, but you are so inferior that you dare not blaspheme.

She didn't know what to do, so she covered her face with her hands, too shy to open it.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it good-looking?"

"It's so beautiful. Yang Fei no longer hesitated, lay beside her, carefully, did not suppress her loose hair, passed under her neck with one hand, raised her head slightly, and then took away her hand to cover her face, held her palm, interlocked her fingers, and waited for her tension to relieve before making the next contact.

At this moment, Su Tong was thinking about the moment when she and Yang Fei were close that day in the depths of the mountains and forests, after the wild boar drove the two of them to the branches.

What does his burning stick look like?

It's so strange, it was obviously very big and long that day, where did he usually hide it? Is it the same as Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick, which can be contracted freely?

The curiosity about the opposite sex and the beautiful yearning for love make her full of expectations for everything that is coming.

Yang Fei hugged her, rolled over to top of her, put his hands on the sides of her head, as if doing push-ups, slowly pressed down, and said in her ear, "I'm here." ”

Man's eyes are delicate, and he looks at each other without disgust.

The ancients used a few words to write a wonderful and indescribable picture vividly and nuancedly.

The sound of indulgence, every time you smell the shortness of breath, the foot that shakes, when you feel the fragrant wind.

Move and move, arms to arms, lips to lips, tongues to play.

The ancients' depictions of action are also so moving.

Some people also use vulgar slang to describe this beautiful scenery with a unique charm:

"The cardamom flowers bloom on the third day of March, and a worm drills into it, and after drilling for a long time, it can't get in, so it climbs on the flower and plays a swing. ”

An interesting limerick like this is very much like the style of the Iron Bull.

The curtains decorated with beautiful lace are slightly swayed by the hot air of the air conditioner, occasionally revealing a little scenery outside the window.

The two tireless and hungry people didn't know that the wind and rain outside had long since stopped, and the quiet mountain village was covered with goose feathers and heavy snow.

The wind and rain outside stopped, and the clouds and rain in the house continued.

Two small birds flew out of nowhere, chirping non-stop, as if to report to the people in the house: It's snowing, it's snowing!

The people in the house were so busy that they didn't understand the coldness of the wind and snow outside.

The snowflakes fell silently, and the plum tree in the courtyard had just been baptized by the rainstorm, and a few white snowflakes stood on the flower bones.

On this quiet night, the pink and bright plum blossoms, facing the heavy snow, bloomed happily in the corner of this small courtyard......