The butterfly gasped back, letting the qi and blood in her stomach flow back again.

The two men stood silently by the wall, and after a moment, the diving bird cautiously asked, "Are you okay?"

The butterfly nodded and said, "Okay, it's better, do you have water here?" I want some water?

The diving bird ran to the kitchen to find water.

Butterfly chuckled secretly, and just as he turned to leave, Butterfly ran to the door to put on his shoes.

Today's play was not what she expected, to be honest, Butterfly didn't want to come to this point so quickly, although sooner or later it was going to get to this point, but she didn't want it to be when she wasn't mentally prepared at all.

Drinking water was just an excuse, she thought, it would be better to leave quickly. Today's diving bird is a bit abnormal, if it goes on again, I'm afraid I won't even be able to control myself.

She just carried a shoe and put it on her foot, hell the boots, but the foot was stuffed for a long time and didn't be stuffed in, people jumped and jumped there, at this moment, a cold wind around him, the diving bird had already turned back, his enthusiasm was on the rise, how to let the butterfly slip away.

The two of them were silently playing dragons and phoenixes in this dark hallway, and they didn't have any verbal communication with each other, but they heard the heavy gasps of both sides in their ears, you come and I go.

Just pulled and pushed, a few turns, the butterfly fell to the ground unsteadily, fortunately, at the moment of falling, the diving bird held it with one hand, so that she would not fall hard.

But soon, the cold floor tiles penetrated through the clothes and reached the skin. But at the moment, her problem is obviously not the floor tiles, but the diving birds that are a little out of control.

The diving bird burned as if it had eaten a strong medicine.

The diving bird was scolding in a low voice: Since you are here by yourself today, what? Don't go—

The butterfly's long-dormant volcano had begun to wake up, and the thought that had been hidden in her sleep was no longer shackled, and came out of the depths of her soul, becoming active unscrupulously, and beginning to gnaw away at her will inch by inch like a flame.

Although she tried to maintain some dignity, her hands and lips were completely out of control, and she attacked like a high ground.

To say that it was the diving bird that had been teasing her before, but then it was the butterfly that was actually guiding the diving bird that was a little overwhelmed.

For butterflies, this is just a long-lost scene, hidden for many years, but it is not strange at all.

The butterfly gasped under her breath and said, "I, I didn't mean that."

The diving bird's beak was pressed up again, and this time it became so hot that the butterfly could not resist it at all, with a strange ecstasy. He ate and said, "What does that mean?" What else do you mean?

Butterfly thought to herself: Well, it's me who is not good, even if I mean it......

Twilight shrouds in darkness, quietly in all directions. Through the window, it seems to be separated by a world.

No matter how noisy the world is outside, this room is completely the world of the two of them, but there is still a table between the two worlds. On the table is the freshly poured water for the butterflies by diving birds.

Originally, the butterfly wanted to drink some tea, but the diving bird turned over for a long time, and did not find any tea leaves, so he spread his hands and said: There is really no tea at home.

There is no green tea, black tea, coffee, nothing, he usually drinks only plain water. Butterflies are also drunk. I reluctantly said: Then let's have a glass of boiled water.

After tossing together, the butterfly felt that her mouth was dry and she desperately needed to replenish water.

As the diving bird poured the water, he muttered: Next time I go buy some and put it away. I don't usually drink these.

The two of them were neatly dressed again, and sat there facing each other without saying a word.

The butterfly felt that she must be embarrassed, so she kept tidying up her clothes, and after finishing her clothes, she reached out to ruffle her loose hair, and found that the diving bird was staring at her for a moment. There is no desire, but it is immersed and deep. His face was hot, and he whispered: What do you see? I've seen them all-

The diving bird has been looking at the butterfly with a strange look, as if he had never known her, and now he has just met her.

He wanted to pull her over and sit next to him, he always felt that this was the time for the two of them to snuggle together and say something, but he didn't know what to say.

He was afraid that the butterflies would make fun of him, but he didn't want to quickly lose the warm feeling of melting water before. He felt that once the body was separated, the butterfly seemed to change back to that feeling of indifference.

He didn't know why?

The diving bird said: Stingy, don't let me see it, let others see it?

The butterfly reached out and took the cup, it was hot, covered her hands, thought about it, and said in a low voice: There is nothing to see.

The diving bird blinked, suddenly smiled and said, "Can you sit down some?"

The butterfly sat there stiffly and said, "Isn't that good?"

Now that things have passed and returned to normal, Butterfly can't help but think about it in her mind, inexplicably regretting whether her actions just now were too active, whether it would make him think that he was too frivolous, and felt that he must be thinking about something when he looked at him so strangely, although he really wanted to snuggle up to him again, lean on his shoulder, look into his eyes, and say something sensual, but this was only a momentary thought,...... All kinds of thoughts occupied my mind, and just this thought made the whole person feel like I was starched.

This Mu Ran didn't even know, after this happened, what should I do next? Will being too enthusiastic make him look down on himself? Would being too cold hurt him?

The butterfly seems to be repeating the lingering picture just now, to say that the diving bird is really a caring and meticulous man, paying attention to the butterfly's reaction every step, for fear that he will make the butterfly feel unpleasant, to say that this process is like unilaterally delighting the butterfly. Pleasure is pleasure, but butterflies feel like they are bastards.

The more I want to be more reserved, but it's like an arrow from the string that is launched, and I can't contain it at all.

At that time, the diving bird was in full view, lying on his ear, biting his ear, looking at his ugly appearance, and asked in a low voice: Okay?

That voice undoubtedly tore apart the butterfly's self-isolation and self-esteem for so many years, and the walls of Jerusalem that they had erected to think were indestructible and isolated from everything, all their dignity and conceit collapsed in an instant.

He has exposed his most primitive self to him, and then, in this love, he is like a sinner waiting for judgment.

Without disguise, Butterfly is nothing more than a weak woman who longs to be loved.