In April, the dog's tail grass has grown to half knee height, but it is not yet mature, and it still maintains a stubborn and upright posture.

Lying lazily in the grass with the dog's tail, looking at the sky with half-squinted eyes, Zhang Dali couldn't help but think of a poem: "The sky has no trace of wings, and I have flown over."

He used to regard this sentence as a classic, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that this is also helpless self-comfort.

Only those who have nothing left will feel that flying by is enough.

It's like he always thought that he and Xu Ranran were two people from the world, and it was enough to meet Xu Ranran and then like it silently.

But is it really enough? Of course it is not enough.

Otherwise, he wouldn't always be haunted by Xu Ranran, and he wouldn't have fantasized about all kinds of beauty with Xu Ranran in his heart.

Enough is enough, it is really self-deception, after becoming Xu Ranran's boyfriend, Zhang Dali finally dared to admit it frankly.

There is nothing better than having, nothing is better than having all the time, what he wants is not to fly, but to stay.

Thinking like this, Zhang Dali held Xu Ranran's right hand tighter.

Feeling Zhang Dali's hand clenched a little, Xu Ranran, who was lying side by side with Zhang Dali in the dog's tail grass, turned his head to look at Zhang Dali.

The dog's tail grass, which was sandwiched between the two and unwilling to fall down, divided Zhang Dali's cheeks into several equal parts, intertwined with the fluffy cyan tassels at the top of the dog's tail grass, making his cheeks a little hairy and slightly green.

Like a relaxed bear puppet with a shy face, it makes people's hearts warm when they look at it. I can't help but want to hug tightly. Rub your cheek against it.

Thoughts naturally pull back to the spring, summer, autumn and winter of many years ago. Looking back on the past, he secretly sighed that he had wasted a lot of youth, and he couldn't help but want to hug Zhang Dali's Xu Ranran, who turned over and climbed onto Zhang Dali's body.

"Why do you want the overlord to bow hard?" Zhang Dali, who was holding a dog's tail and was distracted and recalling the past, was startled by Xu Ranran's actions, and saw Xu Ranran's face showing every detail as clearly as the midsummer sun, Zhang Dali's cheeks quickly turned red.

This posture is very ambiguous, and it seems that the eyes of Xu Ranran are like a clear spring reflected by the sunlight that penetrates the shade of the trees. There is a slight glitter in the silence, seductive, like a cream cake garnished with bright cherries.

Looking directly at such a pair of eyes, several flames instantly rose from Zhang Dali's limbs, making his whole body boil like hot magma.

At this moment, Zhang Dali felt that every pore of his body was like a worm crawling back and forth, and it was itchy and unbearable.

Especially when the faint fragrance of Xu Ranran's body poured into his nose, he felt even more soft when he was short of breath, like ice cream exposed to the sun, about to melt.

Born of an instinctive impulse, a part of him wanted to stand up like a dog's tail beside him. But he was blocked by the sturdy jeans and Xu Ranran's soft body, and he could only lean in a posture that seemed to be about to break.

It's a terrible feeling. It was as if he was tied up and couldn't move, which made Zhang Dali feel flustered.

"That's right." Looking at Zhang Dali's flushed face, Xu Ranran was indescribably happy in her heart.

Pinning the obstructive long hair hanging in front of her eyes behind her ears, Xu Ranran's lips opened slightly, raised a smiling arc, and slowly approached Zhang Dali.

As Xu Ranran's lips approached, Zhang Dali heard her faint and rhythmic breathing.

It was as if he was being caressed by the ears of the dog's tail grass, and the inexplicable comfort and comfort made Zhang Dali shudder.

At this moment, he understood what it meant to exhale like an orchid.

Then, he couldn't help but stretch out his hands to tightly wrap Xu Ranran's waist, and before Xu Ranran's warm lips kissed him, he spit out the dog tail grass in his mouth and leaned up fiercely.

The fragrant lips are like water, and when you sip it gently, it is a thousand ripples.

The fragrance is like a flower, and if it is slightly touched, it is fragrant.

The style of this kiss is like trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally meeting at the end of the mountains and rivers, which is the sunrise and sunrise of Yunkai that condense thousands of words into words.

An extremely serious kiss is no longer an impulsive dragonfly, Zhang Dali is full of affection, and Xu Ranran welcomes him warmly.

The tongues and roots of the two are intertwined, as if the sky and the earth have made a continuous intersection with majestic rain.

In the midst of the kiss, Zhang Dali, who was so unrestrained that the evil fire in his heart was so uncontrollable, that he stretched out his right hand restlessly and slowly groped into Xu Ranran's T-shirt.

The smooth and soft skin, delicate as fat, slightly hot, makes the palms warm, and causes Zhang Dali to tremble as if he is energized.

It was the skin he often fantasized about touching in his dreams, carrying many of his beautiful imaginations, and now that he touched it, he felt like he was soaked in the pouring rain, and he couldn't breathe.

Afraid that being too frivolous would make Xu Ranran unhappy, Zhang Dali did not dare to climb along the skin as he longed, but slowly drifted away from Xu Ranran's waist.

After kissing for a long time, the two reluctantly parted, and Xu Ranran, who was flushed, raised his head and glanced at Zhang Dali, and shyly put his head on Zhang Dali's shoulder.

Zhang Dali, who was ashamed of Xu Ranran's glance, greedily pinched Xu Ranran's waist, and then reluctantly pulled his hand out of Xu Ranran's clothes and wrapped it diagonally on Xu Ranran's body.

At this moment, his heart is like a thunderstorm, and like a galloping horse, it is urgent and difficult to settle.

The charm of this kiss made him linger, he was addicted, and he wanted to remember it forever.

Because this is the first time he and Xu Ranran kissed mouth-to-mouth, in a sense, it is the real first kiss, a kiss that he has been longing for for seven years.

From this kiss, he felt the recognition from Xu Ranran's heart.

This kind of recognition is as precious as life to him.

This is also the first time he dared to stain the secret skin of the goddess in his heart, although it was only a timid temptation, but the residual warmth of that hand led him to reverie.

History has taken a big step forward again, and Zhang Dali feels like he has climbed another mountain that was once unattainable.

Standing on the top of the peak and looking out, the scenery is infinite.

At the same time, being snuggled tightly by Xu Ranran, Zhang Dali felt that his heart was heavy and finally had weight.

This weight, which originated from what was once a fantasy, has gradually become a substance.

The hand he is holding at the moment is real, the softness and warmth coming from his chest are real, and the numbness he feels at the base of his neck is real, not a mirror flower, not a year.

All this made him, who was originally worried that Xu Ranran would turn into a bubble at any time, and became relieved and down-to-earth. (To be continued......)