Xin Huan clearly remembered that this year's Beijing had already implemented a ban on firecrackers. It was not yet Chinese New Year's Eve, but the moment she raised her eyes to look at him, a huge firework suddenly burst into the night sky—as if it was above Heyu's head, and the fireworks slipped past his sideburns as they fell. And those bright lights are all projected under his eyes.

This scene, she knows, she will always remember in her heart.

In the background of the fireworks, he smiled slightly: "Since even when I get home, I will still be homesick...... Then I think the best solution is to give you no chance to think nonsense. ”

He slammed his force, grabbed her hand, and ran quickly in the night of the capital!

Xin Huan couldn't help screaming, but she couldn't stop him, so she could only try her best to keep up with her.

Running and running, bizarrely, as if the heart really opened with the pace. There was a slight sweat on his forehead, and the inexplicable depression in his heart was also diluted.

The capital was so quiet in the early morning, so quiet that there would be no more traffic jams, and he pulled her to run on the road without worrying about being hit by a car.

The two ran hand in hand so recklessly, and they ran all the way back to the "choice of a lifetime".

Entering the elevator, he was slightly panting, but his eyes were shining. So quietly, firmly looking at her.

Xin Huan heard the waves crashing on the shore in her heart, she only hesitated for a second, then took the initiative to stand on tiptoe, held his neck, and kissed him......

The two of them ran into the room all the way around, and when he and Yu even pressed the combination lock, they were pressed by Xin Huan on the door panel... Da...

After the door opened, the two melted into the darkness of the room, and Xin Huan ripped open his shirt.

And then when I went up the stairs...... She was holding him and "leading" him.

The room, which was specially designed to be an alien bedroom, was quiet at night, with only the lights of the large billboard in the distance. He forced his breath and remotely gathered the white gauze curtains around the bed.

Xin Huan then threw him into the thick mattress and crushed him into a depression.

Biting, holding, pushing, listening to his sweet gasps.

Every time he gasped, she was happier.

She was not surprised at such a self, she knew that many years ago, when she was still ignorant and a child, she had such thoughts - to bully him fiercely, to listen to him completely surrender to her, to let him be completely subjugated by her, to have all of him.

So at this moment, she didn't want to hide anymore, she didn't want to endure it anymore.

He tore away the hindrance from him, and suddenly blushed in the bulging place, and looked up at him.

He trembled involuntarily, biting his lip, his eyes were full of watery longing, but he seemed to be nervous—he was afraid that she wouldn't dare, or that she wouldn't be able to accept it, wasn't it?

She smiled, and the cat lazily stretched out the lilac and moistened her lips.

And then, put him up—

Included ......

Many jokes from the once youthful youth came back to me at this moment.

On that occasion, he accompanied her to the penalty station and openly fed her lollipops at the school gate......

She treated him with that feeling and posture.

And he, sure enough, was as sweet as the imaginary reaction. Trembling and sobbing sweetly, biting her lip and writhing in the sheets......

He was now her Loser, and she was in control. She asked him to cry, and he wept softly; She wanted him to go crazy, and he grabbed the sheets and screamed......

If she wanted him to beg him, he really opened his mouth sweetly with tears;

If she wants to make him angry, she just has to irresponsibly withdraw when she is happiest - and he will be as angry as a lion.

I don't know if it's such a night, and tonight's mood has been upside down by the concert, she only feels as if she is in two overlapping time and space, or two dreams.

It's all beds, it's all she rides him like this.

She was 18 years old that time......

In order to write the script, I stayed up for several days in a row, but I couldn't catch the inspiration. She followed the example of the novels and movies and went to smoke cigarettes, hoping to use the magic of tobacco to find inspiration.

But it was illegal, and he was choked by cigarettes and coughed.

At that time she lived in the house he bought her, and although he always squeezed in, she still held on to the last hurdle. Although I also look at his red lips from time to time, I occasionally watch those "cute" movies, comics, etc., and I can't help but feel a little sorry for him...... But she held back.

She was so tired that night that she sat on the bed holding a manuscript and smoking a cigarette. He squeezed over, next to her, and helped her sort out her thoughts.

She stretched out her foot and kicked him, so that he would not be beaten with the snake. But he insisted on it sternly, saying that he was afraid that she would smoke in the bed, and set the bed on fire again—well, the house was bought with his money.

She took other people's hands short, so she didn't pick him up again.

The two later discussed the plot, and they quarreled while discussing. He calmly told her to put the cigarette aside. said that he couldn't find inspiration with that thing, but instead "choked" the originally good ideas.

The more annoyed she became, she raised the bar to him: "Do you know how to smoke?" Have you ever smoked again? ”

She pointed her finger at his chest. bore, holding up a little pride: "Just by virtue of you, a white and pure child, of course you have never been!" So why can you criticize me? How dare you say that smoking doesn't help me find inspiration? ”