I didn't expect him to 'kiss' me in such a passionate way, my mind went blank, and my whole 'chest' cavity seemed to be stuffed into something tight and astringent, and I couldn't move at all.

A hot kiss is the best way to disturb a woman's thoughts, and that's what I am doing at the moment. For a while, there was no gap to think about the various things that were just there, and he no longer cared about his obvious deliberate avoidance. In the fiery deep 'kiss', the road ahead, the future, and the taboos are all no longer thinking, and they are only willing to enjoy the warmth and sweetness of this moment.

*, it is really a prisoner's deep poison 'medicine'. It's true for me and for him.

Closed space, barren desert, lonely people. Is this a spur of the moment or a long-term accumulation? I can't tell the difference. But this beginning has been brewed in the darkness and depression, and my 'chaos' and his helplessness will eventually be 'forced' to face one day.

He snuggled up to Mosa and slept all night, and when he woke up, it was already dawn. But the cockpit was still dim, and four-fifths of the windows had been obscured by the accumulated sand, except for a shallow gap above that let in some light.

I looked away, and I froze. In the thin light, Moussa's handsome face was staring at me, and he was clearly in front of me, but he seemed to be in the midst of light and shadow, his long eyelashes glittering, and he was very excited.

"You're awake. He smiled softly.

"Hmm. I replied softly and sat up straight.

"Last night's wind and sand were 'very' big, and the car was covered. "I muttered, reaching out to try to open the car door, but I couldn't shake it. In desperation, he spread his hands towards Musa, "What should I do? ”

He looked at me fixedly, smiling, "I'd rather not go out, just stay here." ”

"That's not going to work. I leaned over and sat on his lap, "If we don't get out, we'll suffocate here." After saying that, he gently nudged him again, "You can try it quickly." ”

In my voice, there is already a little coquettishness, with a kind of coquettishness that only my sweetheart has.

"The outside must be blocked, and you can't push it away. His fingers tapped my head lightly and said, "Stand up." ”

I obediently walked away from his 'lap'.

Moussa also stood up, took off his shoes and stepped on his seat, leaning upward.

My gaze went up, and then I realized that my IQ had not woken up early in the morning, and I only wanted to open the 'door', and I actually forgot that there was a skylight.

When the sunroof was opened, a cloud of dust from the roof of the car immediately fell in, leaving Musa in ashes.

"Okay, it's open. Ignoring the dust on his body, Mosa opened his hands to me, "Come, I'll carry you up." ”

I approached him obediently.

At that moment, Mosa suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at me steadily.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he still didn't move, I was sleepy and said, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Musa reluctantly looked away, gently dusted off his body, and his voice was a little calm and lost, "It's nothing, come on." ”

Immediately afterward, he bent his knees slightly, picked me up, and sent me out of the car.

The moment I faced the sun in the vastness, my eyes were almost pierced. After a while, Moussa also rolled out of the skylight, shielded himself from the sunlight with his palms, and slowly adapted to the change in light.

I glanced at Moussa, who had a lot of dust on his sleeves when he came out of the skylight, and I was not happy, so I took a step closer and 'wanted' to help him pat the dust off his body. But as soon as my hand was raised, I felt a shock to his body, and he took a slight step back.

The blue sky and the white sun are like scorching eyes, pulling out of us who are shrunk in the dark, and there is no way to hide, no way to escape.