He kneaded it and said in a deep voice: "A good deal, you can make money and save at the same time, killing two birds with one stone." ”

We pushed him away, turned over, and smiled: "You think beautifully, let the fisherman tie you up and feed the fish." ”

His face was full of black lines, his sexy Adam's apple moved, and he was dissatisfied, and pounced like a wolf again, easily restraining me, "Don't do this in the future, spoil me and see what you eat." The tone was dissatisfied.

My heart was numb, but my mouth was stubborn: "There is a fisherman, the manliness must be stronger than yours." ”

He didn't speak again, and the physical strength he used to go back and forth conquered me. He took me to tremble together, to gasp together, to whisper together, and to run to the top together. At that time, my passionate body was full of lust.

Early the next morning, I was completely sleepy, and the midsummer sun was warm, and it was more gentle as water after the refraction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

My mind is clear, and I remember everything from last night. The world is unpredictable, and I, who had been decided, lay down under him again. I gently moved his domineering big hand across my waist and glanced down at him, feeling inexplicable. At this time, half of his face was pillowed on a white pillow, without the coldness of the past, and he looked like a child.

Xiaohong, who once heard gossip, said that a man who sleeps like a child has a mother-love plot.

I think of the arrogant Mrs. Luo, I really can't see how attached he is to her, even if he is not his biological mother, the kindness of the child is always greater than the kindness of the birth. But their alienation and defences have always puzzled me.

Afraid that he would catch a cold, he covered his bare feet with a thin quilt.

I got up in a daze, and went downstairs to open the refrigerator to see that there were ingredients and rice noodles. I think he ordered someone to prepare it in advance.

I made some minced meat and chives, fried two eggs, boiled some water, and put the rice noodles in the heat to cook. I found two beautiful bone china bowls in the cupboard, and I liked it very much, so I took them to serve the flour and spread them with minced meat and eggs.

I was startled when I brought the soup powder out, it turned out that Luo Jincheng was already sitting leisurely on the dining chair reading the newspaper, and when he saw me come out, he raised his handsome face, "Morning." ”

"Why didn't you say a word when you got up?" I exclaimed, handed him a bowl of rice noodles, and the golden fried egg and green onion were sprinkled on the soup.

"I didn't bother when I saw that you were so serious." He smiled warmly and looked at home, "It tastes like home." ”

On such a relaxing morning, hearing such emotional words from the man I had been with last night made my heart feel as sweet as being poured with sugar water.

He quickly ate a bowl of rice noodles to the bottom, and I said, "I'll get you some more, I didn't know you ate so much." ”

He hurriedly said, "No. Something delicious doesn't have to be eaten all at once. ”

I looked into his deep gaze and felt that he meant something, but I couldn't guess it. Then I heard him say, "I have only two women who have cooked rice noodles for me until now." It looked like he was stuck in a memory.

A thin line of my nerve was gently lifted, and I couldn't help but feel a little sour in my heart, what kind of woman had ever given him an unusual warmth? Maybe much later, he will also say to another woman: "I have lived until now, and only three women have cooked ...... for me"

What a woman wants is always the only one in a man's heart, even if the future is inexplicable.

However, he was absolutely reluctant to show that he cared: "Just do it, the taste is okay." ”

He suddenly came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Hurry up and eat, I'll take you to the Li River after eating." ”

I buried my head in the powder, trying to get rid of the sourness in my heart.

……

When I went out, he naturally took my hand. We did it a few times, the first time we held hands, and the warm palm power made my heart tremble all morning.

He took me on a small boat. Inside the boat, there are two rows of soft chairs, and the hull is wooden, which is understated and antique. The blue waves outside the ship are rippling, and the peaks and stones are strange. We passed through Xingping, Bilian Peak, and Moon Mountain. The road is sparse and picturesque, and the scenery is pleasant.

I smiled and asked, "Everyone else is a luxury yacht, but your cruise ship is so low-key." ”

He leaned sideways on the edge of the window, hooking the corners of his evil lips, "So low-key also caught you on the boat, it can be seen that the pickle girl has nothing to do with the luxury of the boat." ”

My heart was filled with sweetness, fluffy and soft, ignoring the ridicule in his words. Even if it is only sweetness for one day and one night, I am willing to eat it and not let reality overwhelm the beauty of the moment.

The strange peaks outside the window are quite beautiful, and the cool breeze in the morning blows on my face, and I squint my eyes and feel the fragrance of clear water and green mountains. When I turned around, I found that he was staring straight at me, his eyes were sparkling, and he was quite strange.

I said unnaturally, "Look at what?" We're here to play. ”

He slowly grabbed my soft, boneless hand and rubbed it back and forth against his smooth handsome face. The stupidity of not speaking made me feel funny and heart-pounding. Then he took my hand, and I obediently leaned over to him, feeling his warm breath slowly probing......

I instinctively whispered, "There's someone outside the cabin." ”

"Don't be afraid, he won't come in." There was a fire burning in his eyes, and we were close to each other, and I could feel his rapid awakening. The cabin was only seven or eight square meters, separated from the deck by a wooden door that was not very tight. My little heart shook violently against my chest, how could he be so out of control in such a place.

My heart was pounding, my breath became short, and I begged, "No, let's go back and do it again." ”

"Don't be afraid, enjoy a different experience."

All my resistance was overwhelmed by his passionate and wild kisses, and I was reluctant and unable to control his "wonderful hand rejuvenation", and I closed my eyes tightly in shame.

Skirts and clothes were scattered all over the ground.

He was half-kneeling, and his movements were intense. I was so confused that I couldn't help but ask him, "Why are you here?" ”

He stared straight at me, his eyes full of desire: "You smile too coquettishly, I can't control it." He seemed to grit his teeth, but I was confused, and my thoughts were flying.

In this beautiful scenery of the world, doing this kind of thing is not because of love, but only out of the most primitive impulse. We have had a few skin-to-skin kisses, last night in his villa, with the yellow floor lamp on; At this moment, in the cabin in broad daylight, he sweated like rain, following the seriousness of his nature.

I don't know who said that when a man regains his instinctive impulse, he is his truest face. At this moment, he is blooming with charm and sensuality, as if he is lost in a dreamy foreign land. The selfless spirit is full of insatiable desires.

At that moment, I realized that he was a wild horse that was difficult to trap! A wild horse that I will never be able to hold on to!

My face was a little tense and I tilted my head slightly. The bamboo curtain swayed, and a thin light rain drifted in. Outside the window, it started to rain at some point.

He suddenly squeezed hard and leaned over my ear: "Don't be distracted." ”

Talking harder, the cabin was full of charming, like a storm swept by. My cooling heart was once again sent to the peak by him, and I secretly shouted: Indulge, even if it will be beaten back to its original form tomorrow.

When everything calmed down, I snuggled meekly into his arms, and he hugged me from behind, kissed my soft hair, bit my earlobe, and whispered, "I'll go back to the city in the evening." ”

I let out a soft "um". With you, I would like to believe that your tenderness and emotion at this moment are from the heart, and I can't help myself.

When I got off the boat, my face was flushed, and the boatman, a young man in his early thirties, passed by him and found himself intoxicated with earplugs, and I felt much more relieved.

In these years, the boatman who is the boss also has to have a certain emotional intelligence.

We walked around Yangshuo West Street. Holding hands, we are like men and women in love.

On the way, I met passers-by to take a group photo, and after I finished taking a picture neatly, a girl dressed as a student had a hippie smile: "Sister, do you want to take a picture for the two of you." ”

I looked pale and said unnaturally, "No thanks." None of us really like to take pictures. "It's such a nameless relationship, so don't take a photo to block yourself, I have self-knowledge.

I didn't want to be wrapped by his warm big hand on my shoulder, but I just listened to his rare brisk voice: "Okay, help us take a picture, you want to shoot it beautifully." "Hand over your phone.

"Yes. You two handsome men and beautiful women, how can you shoot ugly. ”

I snuggled up to him and tried my best to squeeze out the brightest smile possible. His warm breath mingled smoothly, but it seemed unreal.

He took the phone and looked at it, teasing: "Laughing so full, my teeth are about to fall to the ground." ”

I grabbed it and took a look. The most important thing for me to take pictures is the smile that seems to embody the best happiness in the world. The melancholy hidden behind the smile is only known to me. He rarely smiled, and his resolute face was full of strange looks, like a very considerate and happy Chinese boyfriend.

I pretended to be displeased, threw the phone back to him, turned around and left. He caught up with me in a few steps, embraced me into his arms, and poured into the crowd together.

On the way back, he asked, "I have an apartment on Binjiang West Road, would you like to move there?" ”

He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about today's weather.

I laughed, his way of asking me was equivalent to asking me indirectly if I would like to be his underground lover.

I replied directly, "Are you going to raise me?" But what if I don't want to? "The sour tears were forced back by me.

He glanced at me, frowning slightly, looking inexplicable, and then turned back to focus on the front. I looked at the two rows of landscape trees on the road that were rapidly receding, and my heart was cold again.

Back in the city, I consciously got off at the intersection not far from the hotel. He remained silent and did not object. The BMW that made a comeback brought us a short period of happiness. I only felt a heart slowly sinking into the abyss.

The infatuation of the Li River is, after all, a stolen carnival.

I'm just Cinderella who fought back to her original form at twelve o'clock, and no matter how wonderful the time is, she can't beat the coldness of reality.

Goodbye, Luo Jincheng of the Li River.

The next day, we went to the airport and prepared to go home. However, Luo Jincheng did not accompany him.

When checking out in the morning, a tall woman wearing sunglasses walked to the front desk and asked if Mr. Luo in room 1008 had gone out.

After getting the answer that she didn't go out, she tilted her head elegantly, and a decent smile suddenly appeared on her delicate makeup face: "You have also come to Guilin." ”