Is all this a dream? A dream caused by missing you too much?
Maybe, she was still in the library, still preparing the paper, but ended up lying on the desk, fell asleep, and then had a long dream.
Otherwise, why would Gawain appear here? Why would it rain in Paris, why would Gawain come out of the rain, and why would they embrace each other tightly?
Otherwise, shouldn't Gawain be on the flight from Mallorca to Monte Carlo? Paris is not on the incidental route of the journey at all.
However, if it is really a dream, why is everything in front of me so real?
She could deeply feel Gawain's scalding and scorching body temperature, as well as the faint breath mixed with rain and sweat, which made her dizzy.
Unknowingly, I was lost like this, immersed in the dizzying madness and throbbing, just like marshmallows melting into hot cocoa, slowly melting bit by bit, and I could even feel it between my lips and teeth.
The sweetness that filled my whole brain and chest was so beautiful that it was beyond words.
If this was a dream, could she stay a little longer, a little longer?
Wow.
The sound, roar, and overwhelming weight of the rain rolled down, wrapping the umbrella tightly, but creating a small world that surrounded them. Then, everything else was isolated, and only the world of Nuo Da was left.
She and him, and their heartbeats.
Plop.
Plop.
Roaring, noisy.
Then.
At this moment.
The world is quiet.
After a moment's delay, Pulan realized that it was rare to see a retro headset just like this on his head in 2015.
The headphones block out all the roaring noises in the world, and are replaced by smooth and light melody, as sweet as beads falling on a jade plate.
Tender and fragile, delicate and romantic, sensitive and sincere... The power of the fingertips on the black and white keys perfectly presents the emotions of the notes, tapping the heart carefully and gently, but stirring up an urgent feeling deep in the mind.
There were violent storms, turbulent waves, and in an instant, the world was overturned.
"Raindrop Prelude" from Chopin.
Suddenly, Pu Lan raised his head, left Gawain's arms, looked over in disbelief, and then his eyes met——
She could see her own reflection in those crystal clear eyes, and could even hear the pounding of her heart, which could no longer be concealed.
On that clear and clear face, a shallow smile appeared lightly, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and he mouthed a word.
"good."
It's exactly the same as the sentence in the text message.
He said, OK.
Pu Lan looked at the man in front of her carefully. Some raindrops could still be seen on his hair, which was wet and low. There was a hazy halo in his eyes. The smile at the corner of his mouth stretched between his eyebrows, lightly.
A light touch, like a rainbow, is enough to light up the whole world under the umbrella.
Tick tock tick.
The notes of the black and white piano keys fall lightly and deeply on the heart, blooming like a proudly blooming flower, and in a blink of an eye the ground is covered with flowers.
Then, Pu Lan could no longer control himself, like a moth flying to the flame——
Tiptoe.
Welcome forward.
Close your eyes.
He found those lips accurately.
The world is raining heavily.
In my ears, the sound of the piano is majestic.
Time froze at this moment, and now, Poulin could finally truly understand the emotion between Chopin and George Sand, which was like a flame and comparable to a huge wave.
Intense and gorgeous.
Wanton and flamboyant.
At this time, the library was still peaceful, and no one noticed that the flame outside the window was burning brightly.
Occasionally, someone by the window got tired of reading, stretched out, couldn't help but yawned, and turned to look out the window to listen to the sound of rain.
Inadvertently, I saw a coquettish red flower blooming among the gray sky, and the two figures hugged each other tightly, as if there was another world under the umbrella.
The smile on the corner of my mouth couldn't help but slightly rise. The rainy weather in April also became lovely, and I regained the strength to study.
Under the umbrella, there was no oxygen until they were carefully separated, but they still held their foreheads, and the intertwining of eyes and breathing continued in the humid air.
Hypoxia.
piping hot.
Strong.
Hot.
His cheeks were almost on fire.
After the impulse passed, it was wrapped in chaos and turbulence, cold water vapor surged in, reason returned to the brain, and consciousness finally woke up.
At this moment, Pu Lan realized what he had just done——
God!
Pu Lan secretly exclaimed in his heart, his shyness and embarrassment burned hotly, and he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear on the spot.
She! Just! Did! What!
"Feel sorry!"
She must have gone crazy just now. She closed her eyes and blurted out her apology.
"I'm sorry. I'm really... really sorry."
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I just thought...I wanted you to show up here...because you just said...no...I...to be honest, I don't know what I was thinking."
"I just... I just saw you, and you suddenly appeared in front of me like this, and then... then I didn't know what kind of discarded paint was filled in my mind, just like that..."
God, why did she feel that the more she explained, the worse she got, but what was even worse was that she couldn't stop talking nonsense.
What if Gawain didn't mean this at all? What if I misinterpreted Gawain's information? What if everything was just my own wishful thinking?
What if his initiative destroyed the last chance they had? What if Gawain didn't push him away abruptly just out of politeness?
"Feel sorry."
"I...you...I...really..."
"Really sorry."
Talking incoherently and talking nonsense.
Pulan wanted to leave here. She deeply felt that if she continued to talk nonsense, she might really need to die socially.
But!
But why didn't I hear any answer?
Wait, what is Gawain doing?
He raised his eyes carefully, and immediately ran into those deep eyes, and could catch a faint smile flickering deep in his eyes.
ah!
Pulan exclaimed again in his heart. He subconsciously took a step back, distanced himself, and tried to regain his sense. Moisture vapor rushed in instantly, and he seemed to feel that a storm was brewing, but he just stepped back, and then,
You can see Gawain extending his right hand.
You can clearly touch the hot skin at your waist. A firm and fierce force pulls your hand, and the whole world spins like this.
Embrace.
impact.
Hardly, hardly, the two people became one person again.
This time, it was Gawain who bent down and found her.
Time is at this standstill, one second slowly lengthening into eternity, looking for eternity in the heavy rain all over the sky.
body temperature.
breath.
Heartbeat.
Just like this, they fit together bit by bit, and the coquettish red color is like a flame, burning in the steaming water vapor and spreading endlessly.
No one can disturb.
Until oxygen is needed again.
Then, she could feel traces of electric current on his fingertips, gently beating on the surface of the skin, and she could not help but tremble slightly.