It was raining outside, and at this moment Siluo looked at Wan Feng through the soft light, he walked a long way to her, a long way.

I've been in love for a long time.

Can you feel it? I used to take it to heart, but now I should open my heart when I meet again.

Quietly looking at each other, the smell is also quiet, and the room is also quiet.

"If you don't mind, please let me stay tonight. ”

The silence of being with him made her uncomfortable, so she began to speak, but she said very little, and at most a sentence or two was over.

She said that her dream since she was a child was to become a dancer, and she especially loves to dance. Her family conditions did not allow it, and she only skipped until she graduated from primary school.

It tells about how she often went to the beach when she was a teenager and danced alone in the sea breeze, about her husband she met later, and about how she talked to Guo Meng about the conditions of marriage in a café.

From the time she was in high school, her family disrupted her life, and she felt that she was no longer qualified to study, and she was admitted to the school she liked that year.

He listened, did not speak, and sometimes nodded in understanding.

Finally, she stopped, and he said, "You don't want to marry Guo Meng, you have no choice." I can understand how you felt at the time, you didn't want to give up and continue studying. ”

"It's a choice I can never forgive myself for, and I can't understand what he did. But I didn't dare to say anything, otherwise everyone would have an opinion on me. But there is always a cold and unforgiving contradiction in this. ”

She mentioned Guo Meng's name, and she felt a little hateful in her heart, she didn't do anything, she didn't have anything. Still, she felt that the hatred came from a distant possibility.

She also didn't know what to do at the end of the night if she got into a situation she couldn't handle. Maybe Wan Feng is gone, he seems quite quiet, kind, and even a little shy.

As they talked, the rain became heavier and heavier, and as Siluo spoke, he opened a bottle of red wine.

She stood up to get the deck of cards, touched it, leaned against the window, and there was warmth in her eyes, hoping that he wouldn't leave too early.

He drank a glass of red wine quietly and culturedly, and twice told her that it was the red wine in the glass.

Her charm lies in the intoxication, irresistible like red wine, the enjoyment of the spirit and soul.

At the moment, it's like an ancient night, music from afar.

What now? The words were almost finished, and the wine was drunk, and they sat opposite each other.

He solved this problem. "Continue playing poker?" she agreed, and he brought the poker over and dealt the cards.

Wan Feng held up the cards in her hand and asked her to guess, and then, she thought for a while, and they looked at each other.

"I said my cards were?"

"What is it?"

"Small?"

"Are you sure...... Well, show you...... You lose. He laughs.

Siluo didn't speak, wondering how he would play, respect for Siluo was so important to him, the alcohol made him excited, he took advantage of her inattention and tickled her, very gently.

Who said that women don't know how to cooperate......

The look in his eyes is telling him to keep coming, I'm ready to go, just waiting for you to tease.

How did he start?

The ancient way of life struggled, trying to break free from all upbringing, the etiquette tempered by centuries of culture.

He tried to think of something else: work was still waiting for him to go back, and when he was done, he could come and join her, and he could do whatever he wanted, just don't think about what she was like now.

But he failed, but he still wondered what it would be like for them to be naked, what would it be like for two people who love each other to be together?

It's an eternal question, always the same question.

The damn old way of life is struggling to come to the surface. He beat them back, sat up, and took a sip of water.

She always felt his gaze fixed on her, though his gaze had always been subtle, never blatantly bold.

He said that he was afraid that he would do something sorry for her, that she wanted him to touch her, and that she begged him to be able to do the same to her.

He put down the water in his hand, removed her lace white shirt, followed by the tank top inside her, and slowly approached her.

His tears suddenly fell, and she gently pulled him over.

She closed her eyes, and when she asked him, he gently and gently, as if to not alarm her.

The skin gave people a special gentle feeling, and he kissed every inch of her skin above the waist, which was particularly comfortable and soft.

She didn't look at him, she didn't touch him. He's craving, he's crying.

He was suffering from his hateful love. He was almost crying and having fun with her......

She felt as if she was being slowly lifted up, the moonlight boiled the past, her face was like jade, and she staged their former youth and rivers and lakes.

Perhaps as early as the first time they met that year, this image already had a premonition of this moment.

Once she suddenly felt the image of a woman with long hair flashing through his life, and felt that only a woman who was beautiful and good enough was worthy of him.

She closed her eyes the whole time, he put his arm around her, and he said that he didn't know what to say all of a sudden.

I have loved, I have never regretted it, since fate is arranged like this, then so be it, go your own way.

After tonight, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow...... Then in the days to come, ignore it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't see it, don't love it.

Siluo's blush was not because of exercise, but because she loved him, she wanted to stretch out her hands to touch his skin, but it was always immovable, she was afraid that she would not forget it in the future, and she was afraid that she would think of him every night in the future.

This encounter is parted, the future is bright and bright is him, the darkness is him, happiness is him, happiness is him, all of them are just him, not them, which is the best result for them.

Although neither of them knew about each other's existence until they knew each other, there was an unconscious destined fate in each other's unconsciousness that was gently chanting, guaranteeing that they would definitely come together.

Just like two lonely geese flying over one vast grassland after another under the call of divine power, for many years, for the whole life of a person, they have been walking towards each other.

Either way, they had to meet again, whenever and wherever she needed him, or if she just wanted to see him.

If Siluo hadn't opened WeChat, if he hadn't replied to him, maybe he wouldn't have been as beautiful as tonight in his life.