That night, we slept on the same pillow.

He held my shoulders in his arms and I pillowed on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, I let my own heart pound in such a chaotic way.

We snuggled up as if we should have been like this long ago.

From the beginning to the end, the obsession I was worried about did not happen, and the psychological construction I did in advance was also "unfinished".

There was nothing I thought at first would make me confess to the painful memories I didn't want to mention. There was no crazy behavior as I originally thought...

Yes, we didn't do it. Love.

No, we didn't even have that kind of kiss between the lips and teeth between a man and a woman that night.

He used to kiss me on the forehead, used to hugging me tightly at his side.

And I never knew that desire would go on in my heart, and at that moment my whole secret thoughts seemed like wild horses out of bounds.

However, all of this was extinguished by his gentleness.

That night, I buried myself in his hot chest, from the indescribable shyness and tightness in my heart at first, to the last reassurance, and finally fell asleep in his arms.

Nothing happened on the first night though. But my eyes were full of happiness.

I am content. That night, I had the best dream I had in nearly twenty years.

In my dream, he held my hand, he ran on the road, and I flew with him in the blue sky.

Flowers spread all over his feet. He took me by the hand, and I flew and flew like a kite.

He tilted his head up, smiled lightly, and looked up at me, his eyes like stars.

…

The next day, I got up and he was gone. On the coffee table in the main hall was the black tote bag he had brought with him when he came back last night, and inside was the red summer dress he had prepared for me.

There was also a note left next to the bag: "Press the number at the head of the bed, and the hotel will bring you food." The leave has been taken for you, and the school progress will be slowed down by a week. You can take a shower and change your clothes, and you can go to the 19th and 20th floors of the hotel to play, but I recommend that you sleep or watch TV until I come back in the evening. ”

As he said, he came back in the evening, and he took me to dinner with a large travel bag, which he put on the sofa in the main hall of the hotel.

It was the first time I've ever eaten a taco steak and the first time I've had a mojito.

When I got back to my room, I collapsed on the big bed, and I was lying on the snow-white futon, my blood was stirring all over my body, and he was propped up above me, as if he were like me.

He looked down, I looked up.

That night, we kissed.

Looking at those eyes that fascinated me, I wanted to be sure of something, and I boldly asked: "Hua Ming, do you know, I—I have a very hidden secret that I want to tell-"

He suddenly leaned down and kissed me on the lips, gagging me.

I subconsciously closed my eyes, and my brain was white.

I was so nervous that I didn't dare to breathe, and at that moment, I wanted to kiss him back.

But I don't dare to be presumptuous: the unspoken part of the past makes me unqualified to kiss him back.

In my life, can I really not cross that hurdle?

Liu Zijun, if you don't follow your heart, will you regret it?

As my thoughts raced, he propped himself up on top of me, and soon removed his lips and took my ear, the burning sensation went all the way down, and he kissed my neck delicately.

I'm a very sensitive person, but what I don't know is that my body is also sensitive.

My body was getting hot under my clothes. I arched in his arms, writhing my burning body uneasily.

My heart was beating so badly and my mind was in disarray. I really want to love this man so much.

However, at that moment, I was cowardly, I didn't dare, and I even began to shrink and dodge.

The man in front of me who warmed me was once the boy I had always hidden in my heart.

He's the goal of the rest of my life...

Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, and I couldn't control my breathing and thoughts, like duckweed, and I thought about it until I died in his arms.

As his lips left my neck, I was suddenly lost...

No, I don't regret it.

At that moment, I stretched out my arms around his neck, and I looked up and printed his hot and moist lips.

Isn't such a man my goal in life? I don't want to get stuck in the muddy past, I want to choose the present!

I followed his example, kissed his neck hard, sucked desperately, and gnawed on his neck...

He lifted up, touched his neck, and suddenly burst out laughing.

He stopped above me, staring at my flushed face and my hot wet eyes...

He started kissing my lips again and looked me in the eye.

At that moment, I closed my eyes and was short of breath, I responded to him stupidly, saliva kept secreting in my mouth, and the moment he looked up at me, it seemed to pull out the waterline.

My face was so hot that I didn't dare to look at it, and soon my mouth was full of water, and I was afraid that because of my breathing, they would come out.

"Zijun, aren't you angry?"

I blushed and swallowed my saliva as I hurriedly explained, "I—I'm kissing for the first time, I'm not—"

He let go of me abruptly and burst out laughing, and I glared at him in embarrassment.

He smiled gently: "Zijun, don't worry..."

That night, he taught me how to relax and breathe, how to respond to his kisses with ease, and how to kiss him.

He quickly taught me how to talk to him.

I am willing, just indulge in each other's affectionate kisses.

It turns out that kissing the person you love is so sweet.

That night, at the end, I asked for a kiss without any shame.

That night, I just didn't want to let go of him, we were in bed, hugging tightly.

I wanted to forget everything in the past, and I just tangled my lips with him. I sucked desperately between my lips and teeth, and he gave me a stronger response, kissing until my blood rushed to my brain, kissing until my brain was full of fireworks.

We kissed each other until we were panting and pouting, and kissing each other until we were teary-eyed.

I never knew I could be so crazy. Kissing until my heart is like a wildfire, trying to burn myself to the ground...

The irrepressible primal impulse made me bite his lip and tongue again and again, and I wanted to kiss him like this, and entangle myself with him forever and madly.

It's as if I'm not me, but he's still him. Because, I have forgotten all the restraints, and he still has a remnant of his sanity

That night, I had a bolder moment - I wanted to completely forget and bury the past, I couldn't suppress the impulsive desire to sacrifice my body, but Hua Ming braked in time.

He'd hug me tightly, he'd put his arms around me hard, he'd kissed me back.

I'm lustful. Struggling in hope, the two of us seemed to kiss until dawn that night.

I felt like my whole being, several times, trying to burn myself in his kisses, and several times I was about to faint under the onslaught of desire.

For a few moments, I thought I was dead, dying in a kiss with him.

At that time, I suddenly thought: what is love? It is by no means a collision of spirit and flesh, but - just a kiss, you can be high. Tide; Just gaze, and you can fall.

The different shades of each other's breath are like sweet words between lovers - moving and intoxicating.