At that time, the greatest happiness of Pingguo was more or less, bright or dark, happy or sad, when she was given a wine chocolate candy by a military sports instructor who was like a big boy on her 17th birthday.

Three in total.

She was so sweet that she ate it for three months and was intoxicated for half a year.

At that time, she often wrote poems silently, as evidenced by poems.

When she was melancholy and self-pitying, she thought she was unrequited, and she wrote:

I'm the only woman

Destiny

No one cares

No one shed a tear

mourn

Since love was born

in this world

Never, a person who has aroused love

Even if it's a touch of light

Smile......

maybe

Perhaps, only to sink

to be able to jump

Maybe

Perhaps, only if you don't want anything anymore,

fortunate

will patronize

Await...... Await......

await

Waiting for that nightmare to be the same

Wake up

This sleeping girl

At this time, Pingguo will often think of the poetess Xiao Hong's poem "Zai Cang":

Thy beautiful flower-planting girl,

Isn't it dirty to get sludge on both hands?

Whatever you do,

I'm afraid that I won't be able to plant a single acacia tree.

When Pingguo was waiting for an opportunity, she thought she was unrequited, and she groaned:

I always am

It seems that I always forgot to close that door

The milky doorway

I always am

It always seems to want to penetrate that door

The misty pane of glass

I know

It always seems to know to step through that door

Through that window

It's the world I aspire to have

What kind of world is that?

Bright as roses

A lily-like fragrance

I can't bear it

Not at all

Lose this unknown and colorful world

Unless unless, that milky door

One more dangerous mine after another has been launched on the net

Unless unless, that misty glass

Layer after layer of deeper fog was cast

so

Leave yourself to fend for yourself

When Pingguo was confused, doubtful, and helpless, she thought she was unrequited and sighed:

I own one

A world bigger than you

You own one

A world warmer than me

Minecraft

and your world

There was a creamy door

between doors

Across a dry river

Even though the river is withered

Despite the fact that the bottom of the river is flat

Even though my world is always cracking

however

You and I are both

Persistently, persistently, persistently

Embracing their respective worlds

Looking at the world of TA from afar

Even if it's their own world

and all overflowing with their own fragrance

Don't explore

Reluctant to chase

Can't be found

A more beautiful, deeper, warmer world

Pingguo is looking forward to, praying, feeling, and hoping to dedicate in all directions:

How many times have I been

How many times I wish I could

Able to do it against all odds

Pounce into your chest

Like a skinny bird

Fly to the dense forest

Go in search of food and clothing

Go and hide from danger

To sing happiness

Regardless of the dense vegetation of the jungle

It's deep, cold, and warm

It's still gloomy, sad, and lonely

Regardless of the wild beast on the branches

Whether it can hold up or not

Or engulf my delicate lark

Pingguo will often think of the female writer Xiao Hong's poems "Bitter Cup" (10), (11):

(x):

I've been crying all the time lately,

But not once in the right place:

sat on the bed and cried, afraid that he would see it;

Run to the kitchen and cry,

I'm afraid that the neighbors will see it;

Crying in the streets,

Those who are strangers will laugh even more.

The world is ruthless to me.

(xi):

What to say about love,

Say what the sufferers have walked together to the end of the tribulation!

It's all become last night's dream, last night's light.

Once, when practicing target shooting, Pingguo saw a few small faint fuchsia wildflowers in the field.

She stared at it, and it looked at her.

So, she wrote melancholy in her diary:

Wildflowers, you know?

You woke me up gently and gently

When the lilac poured into my eyes

When that grace catches my eye

As if as if heh

Erased a haunting dream

A nightmare of memory

On the long road in a dream

It's either a thorn or a cliff

I struggled to figure my way forward

Move your feet mechanically

move

move

I have a pair of eyes, but I can't tell the difference between light and color

There are two hands that can only be touched and groped hopelessly

has a pair of ears, but can never hear the tactfulness of the yellow bird

I have a heart, but unfortunately I can't have the slightest passion

That dream is too long

Too long

It's too long

The indifference of the soul is also too heavy

heaviness

It's heavy

Wildflowers, gently swaying gently

Leisurely

Swaying

Fantastic

Take me out

Bring out this boundless dream

flower

Lilac flowers

I'm going to take it by force

Take away your chance at life

Strangling your life

I really thought you would cry like a sycamore

However, you

fair

lilac

Tsundere

Soaring into the wind

Smile with disdain:

Break your life

Come on

Why bother

Attention, premature death, disillusionment

It's the journey of my life

Isn't it

Isn't it time to thank you sincerely, wildflower

The ordinary philosophy of life made me know:

The warmth of love

The courage to create

and the wisdom of life

and tenacious struggle

Enjoy the process is blissful

Because success is only in the future

Walk on the road

That is, when you are alive

The meaning of life for everyone

Pingguo will also think of the female writer Xiao Hong's poem "Quiet":

It's okay to come late,

Sit and watch the sky red,

Red Zhao Yi people love.

I think of people's hearts,

It's as red as the horizon.

Pingguo spent so long chewing, savoring, and pituring her crush.

Yes, it is a sorrow, pain, and longing that no one knows.

That military physical trainer may also have sensed, sometimes when he saw Pingguo, his slender black eyes were immediately so bright.

Those shining beams of light can completely make the sun and the moon collide, make the river flow backwards, and let the heavens and the earth converge!

But......

It can only be

In the end, still

Pingguo met Battle, and Pingguo got out of the desperate situation of crush, sadness and frustration in the super passionate call of love.

When living together, Pingguo misses love, especially if she doesn't have passion and erogenous zones, then her cohabitation is flawed, although she doesn't deliberately look for it, everything is natural.

However, reality is always present and skinny.

After marriage, she has no time, no interest, and no suitable man or woman is willing to discuss these things with her.

Indifference is indifference, dislike is dislike, don't most people consume their lives like this?

Why can't she?

Yes, she can't.

Pingguo is going to increase his knowledge.

Now, at this moment, inside a luxury hotel.

Pingguo felt that his body had a different feeling.

Riotous

Worried

Seductive

Maybe it's because I haven't had the opposite sex for a long time?

Desire, will it spread like this?

She was a little contemptuous of her own euphoria, agitation, and heat, and that little bit of longing and excitement.

Should I despise it, or should I be wanton?

Pingguo thought bitterly: Who can tell me? What should I do now?

Suddenly, she remembered a famous poem by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore, and couldn't help but chant softly:

If you are the tearful shooter

I am

That one

Determined not to dodge the bird again!

Finally, Lin Fei came back from buying medicine.

There was a persistent and flickering light in his slender eyes, and the stinging Pingguo was even hotter and hotter.

He squeezed out the ointment from the dermatitis Pingli and lightly applied it to the swollen back of Pingguo's lower back, and the delicate strength made her belly dantian rise again...... She suddenly turned around, just in time to bump into Lin Fei's body that was about to lean down to smear ......

The four eyes looked at each other, fixed their eyes, and each other's blood immediately boiled......

The sparks that burst out from the two pairs of eyes seemed to be lightning and thunder, and a hurricane.

He almost came out of his lips...... Well...... At the same time, he hugged her tightly in his arms, closed his eyes softly in intoxication, and let his trembling body squeeze Pingguo's body tightly, and each other's soft and intoxicated bodies temporarily obtained each other's physiological skin-to-skin warmth and comfort needs because of each other's hugs, so each other's faces were full of happiness and enjoyment.

It was precisely his intoxicated look that made her feel as if she had been clicked on her lifeline, and her body immediately collapsed.

Women love because they worship.

Women are excited because they are drunk.

The woman is determined to be passionate because of her tsundere.

His tight hug made her fully feel it, so she immediately let her pure and self-disciplined begin to think about it.

Yes, Pingguo entered into a kind of high-spirited, lustful program.

The feeling of melting spasm that she had never felt before, swiftly and truly swept through every nerve bundle in her heart, making her soul tremble completely, and she decided: Pingguo, if you can't control yourself, then take off! Even if it is an indulgence, let's indulge it completely!

Is it a great mistake to indulge yourself and enjoy the pleasures of life?

Even if there is a mistake or a mistake, then indulge and indulge, even if it is just this time!

…… Or—

Let's do it first, think again, think again!

Now that you are indulgent, you must be headless, brainless, clumsy, clumsy, crazy, and completely relaxed! Don't think about it anymore......

After making up his mind, Pingguo's nervous, heavy, and nervous nerves immediately relaxed, his skin began to be energized like a feeling, and his hard vertebrae swelled gracefully, and he even wondered if he was deliberately unable to control himself......

Lin Fei was sensitive, and immediately noticed it, and immediately began to ...... meticulously and violently Offensive...... Kissing her lips as if he had never kissed a woman in his life, lingering and intense.

Her whole body was completely soft, from pursing her lips, to acceptance, to kissing back.

The kiss became a war between two people, who invaded the territory, and the other tongue was immediately killed......

Deeply immersed in each other......

It turns out that kissing can be so wonderful!

The taste of happiness may be in this kind of skin-to-skin intimacy, as long as it is a desire that you are particularly special and willing, and that you desire from the bottom of your heart.

In the past, Pingguo hated Battle kissing her the most, not to mention the wet lata, and there was often a smell of saliva, she always pushed him away, and blamed him in her mouth: "I hate it." No. ”

Ye Ziqiu had never had a chance to kiss like this at all, and she couldn't touch her lips...... Pingguo never let him touch her lips, because she always thought: if you don't love, you can't kiss.

For this reason, she has also had fierce conflicts with Ye Ziqiu many times, but in the end, they all ended with his compromise.

Now Pingguo and Lin Fei are about to merge spirit and flesh - could it be a real combination of spirit and flesh?

At least Pingguo longs, misses, and feels that he can get the kind of graceful realm that has been depicted in every kind of literary work.

Lin Fei began to take off his clothes one by one, and then folded them one by one and put them on the sofa, calm and sexy, and meticulous, as if he was sorting out housework or documents or something.

Especially after he was naked, the perfect body made Pingguo already shy and closed his eyes.

Then, Pingguo felt a gossamer and began to sway on her body, she opened her eyes, and what she saw was that Lin Fei was also carefully removing her clothes one by one, and then folding them one by one, and placing them next to his clothes, until he seemed to turn around-

Pingguo hurried and closed his eyes, as if there was everything in his brain, and as if everything had passed, embarrassed and apprehensive, he wanted to flip his body over in order to cover the towering peaks and wet grass.

Suddenly, all of a sudden, Pingguo felt his seemingly silent body suddenly hit a heavy object, and it was immediately filled to the brim, accompanied by severe pain-

She opened her eyes in panic and horror, and subconsciously pushed the weight that had suddenly fallen down with both hands—

What she saw was that a drunken man from the closest distance seemed to have flown into heaven.

Pingguo stared and admired in silence, and gradually, gradually, gradually, the heat surged—as if the white clouds had strayed into the mountain, thinking that they had been swallowed up, but they had enjoyed the wetness, coolness, and boiling.

Pingguo burned until his face was red and sweaty, and he truly perfected his life completely.

When Pingguo walked out of the bathroom naked, there was no shame.

She was also amazed to show her carcass in front of a man in such a down-to-earth manner.

What shocked and satisfied her even more was that just now, just now, she was able to actively participate in the war passionately, experience a kind of crazy fairyland, and enter heaven, like a wonderful music, trembling with joy.

Excited, contented, and tired, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him, perhaps to say something.

He reached out and pulled her to his side, lifting the covers to cover her.

She snuggled up like a little bird in the crook of his arm.

Sweet. Satisfy.

Happiness. Happy.

Although it may be a temporary beauty, I have it in this life, and I have no regrets!

Pingguo actually had such a thought in his heart, strange.

Anyway, after all, I felt a strong sweet taste.

Lin Fei said tiredly: "Baby, tell me a story about your detection, okay?"

Pingguo immediately became energetic, and she began to describe the investigation and solving cases that she had personally experienced or interviewed that he had not participated in, and after one was finished, he was unwilling to ask for another one, so she began to appreciate the graceful nature of a woman's storytelling:

Really, the police investigation work that can never be abandoned again is still very flavorful. Only those who are truly immersed in it will truly appreciate its splendor and alluring charm.