coquetry
Qin couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.
On his side, after a gluttonous feast, Cen Nan fell asleep. The gray cotton quilt covers the waist alone, revealing large areas of naked skin, with sleek and flawless lines. Like a well-carved sculpture, even if it is casually turned over and asleep, it is full of nobility and beauty.
Youqin stretched out his arms, tried hard enough, and hugged him.
Both of them were sweating just now, and at this moment, their skin was on a blind date, and they couldn't help but be a little sticky, but she didn't want to let go of her hand. For her, all this is like a ritual and a redemption. It was a full end for her 19-year weak life of Vino.
She thought silently: From now on, even if she cuts the flesh and bones, she will not leave him.
Qin thought obsessively, and his arms tightened unconsciously.
Love.
The first person to come up with this word was the kind of sweet and beautiful time it took to create such a vivid and perfect word.
Gradually, she also stuck to Cen Nan's face and fell into a deep sleep.
The two breaths were intertwined, and their breaths were entangled.
When he opened his eyes, the whole room was dark, Cen Nan hadn't woken up yet, he was still held in her arms, but he had an extra layer of sheets on his body.
Youqin got up cautiously and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
When the hot water poured from her head, she realized that there were no safety measures.
Let's go buy a birth control pill later! Such a sacred moment should not be ruined by these details, Youqin touched his belly, looked at the slight red that had been washed off the ground, and smiled sweetly.
When she returned to the room in her pajamas, the lights in the room were on, and Cen Nan had already woken up, but she was still naked, leaning on the head of the bed and smoking a cigarette.
"Come here." The voice is a little hoarse.
Youqin walked over with a low brow and sat at his feet.
"Into my arms."
"Hmm." Youqin climbed onto the bed and burrowed into Cen Nan's open arms.
The smell of tobacco permeated, penetrating into her body through every pore of Youqin, conquering the city and setting up camp.
"You're not cold." Qin Shun pulled the sheet up with his hand.
Cen Nan took one of Youqin's hands and put it on his chest, rubbed it, and said, "Do you say I'm cold?" โ
ยทยทยทยทยทยท Not serious.
"me." Cen Nan's tone was ambiguous.
Youqin blushed, realizing that this was her prerogative as a girlfriend, and muttered, "Are you hungry?" โ
His fingers slowly drew circles on Cen Nan's palm, and he was comfortable scratching it for a while, and he raised his eyebrows very much.
"Hungry, do you want to feed me?"
Annoying! She couldn't resist this kind of restrictive teasing, so she could only talk to him left and right: "Then let's go out to eat later, the late-night cafeteria should be back in business, right?" โ
Cen Nan lowered his head and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and said lazily: "Okay, it seems that you are in good spirits." โ
Qin pursed his lips: "How can there be." โ
Cen Nan didn't fight with her, but only used his subordinates to work hard and retract.
"It hurts!" The two of them crossed their fingers, and when they were so close to him, the bone joints rubbed, and Qin felt pain.
He looked up in protest, only to find that his gaze was fixed on the tip of his index finger.
After a moment of silence, Cen Nan said in a rare and serious manner: "What's the matter with this wound on your index finger?" โ
Youqin didn't retract his hand, let him watch.
Under the shroud of light, Cen Nan's whole person seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of broken diamonds, shining. is so beautiful, so that You Qin feels that he can be honest with each other.
"I made it myself." Qin whispered.
Cen Nan's eyes flickered, quietly waiting for the following.
"My mom was the principal, she was strict and old-fashioned, and she implemented militarized management in the school, so her classmates hated her. Because I'm her daughter, this hate extends to me as well, isn't it funny? โ
Youqin still thinks it's funny when he talks about it now, and he really laughed out loud, "Especially a few boys, who gave my mother ugly nicknames behind their backs, spread all kinds of rumors about me, and tried their best to trick me with their cleverness." At that time, my books were often thrown to the ground for no apparent reason, or the pen was written with a leaky hand of oil, and they enjoyed it, although I didn't even say a word to them, but I hated someone, and sometimes I really didn't need a reason. โ
Her eyes drooped, and she continued to elaborate calmly: "It was the first day of school, I returned to the classroom after lunch, I wanted to do some exercises while I was in class, but I didn't expect to just put my hand into my schoolbag......"
"I caught the carcass of a moth."
Cen Nan felt her leaning on her arms, and trembled slightly when she mentioned the word "moth". A wave of pity welled up in his heart, and he tightened his arms.
Youqin felt his silent comfort, smiled bitterly, rubbed it in his arms, and continued: "I was scared at the time, but there were bursts of deliberately suppressed snickering behind me, and I didn't need to look at it to know that it was a prank by those people." โ
"How can I possibly make them complacent? Don't you just want to see me panic and even cry? No, partially. โ
Youqin's voice was stubborn and a little timid, "I didn't say a word, and I just poured it into the trash." Many, really a lot of moth corpses, each as long as my thumb, poured out in one go, piled up in front of me, like a hill. โ
Outside the window, the wind suddenly rose, like a hungry wolf on a full moon night, roaring and roaring, smashing on the closed glass window, becoming more and more poignant. There was a silence, listening intently to the sound of the wind, as if every pore was trembling in its scream, and every nerve was exploding because of its roar. Tyranny, anger, despair, vent to your heart's content...... Finally, when it was exhausted, all the dust slowly fell to the ground, and the world was clear again.