Xiang Qinglan didn't dare or look around, but, intentionally or unintentionally, she could always see the heat that belonged to him between her legs, and she hugged her chest tightly, fearing that the two of them would
There was greater physical contact, and their relationship was actually very close, but she was still not used to it.
She and Su Zhetuo had never had this kind of thing called a mandarin duck bath. Now, they were facing another man, putting all of themselves in front of him without any reservation.
Qing put down his hand, put his big palm on her waist, and touched it slowly, but Xiang Qinglan gasped because of his actions and couldn't even move. Her sensitive body really couldn't
No matter how much you bear.
Qing raised her eyes, and her green eyes had lost their usual simplicity and turned into a somewhat sinister face, making her dare not look at them again.
He pulled her hand away violently, and their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. Xiang Qinglan was about to scream, but his lips were blocked by his force.
He was afraid, afraid of her disappearing, so he needed to prove more that she was still there, still by his side.
Qing instinctively held the woman in his arms, he felt it, and it was not the first time that their bodies were so close.
The hot water continued to rush down, and amid the sound of the water, the faint sounds of men's heavy breathing and the extremely weak moans of women could be heard.
In the bathroom, the moisture gradually increased, and it was still raining outside. But here, there was a small world full of happiness.
The night slowly penetrated the whole world. On a small bed, two people were sleeping. The man turned sideways and carefully held the woman in his arms. He put his fingers on her shoulders and kneaded her carefully.
The muscles on his shoulders seemed to be very tight. His fingers stopped for a moment and he looked at her strangely, as if she had done some strenuous exercise recently. How could it feel like this?
"Lan," he called her name softly in her ear.
"Well," Xiang Qinglan trembled her eyelashes slightly, but did not open her eyes. She was so tired that she didn't even want to move. The big hands on her shoulders rubbed her almost painful shoulders from time to time, which made her even more
He got closer and listened carefully. There was still a small sound on the window, and the rain still didn't stop.
He sighed softly, it will take another day tomorrow.
However, as long as this is the case, she really feels very happy now, and it is worth it no matter how tired she is during the day.
"Lan, I love you," the man suddenly said, and Xiang Qinglan suddenly opened her eyes at this moment. In an instant, her mind was completely awake.
What did he just say? Was she dreaming? In the light yellow light, the man's facial features were very soft, the corners of his lips were always curved, and his slender fingers stopped on her shoulders, rubbing them carefully, like massaging.
The same thing made her relax her whole body involuntarily. And his eyes were as clean as ever, very clean and dust-free, and his very long eyelashes raised and fell from time to time, and with the smile on his lips, he was like an angel.
"Lan, I love you," he said again this time, and Xiang Qinglan opened her eyes wide. This time, she really heard clearly. It was not her auditory hallucination. Qing actually said that sentence, a man to a woman.
Like. I love you, that word love.
She took Qing's hand and wrote in his palm, "Qing, why did you say this?" It was undeniable that her heart was beating very fast now, and there was an inexplicable expectation that made her feel a
Fear.
Does he really know the word love? Does he really understand its meaning?
"I love you," Qing blinked in confusion, "It's what is said on TV. Men have to say this to women, and women will be very happy," he said matter-of-factly
, this is what he saw when he was watching TV alone today, so he wanted to tell her, but it didn't seem to be what was said on TV. She was not happy, and seemed to want to cry.
Xiang Qinglan gave Qinglan a complicated look. She lowered her head and buried her head in the quilt. The expectation just now began to disappear in an instant. The clear words "I love you" don't count at all, they don't count.
of.
Because he still doesn't understand what love is.
"Lan," Qing didn't let her go, and stretched out his hand to lift her face, and two faint cyan shadows were cast on her face, showing some slight disappointment, but Qing obviously didn't notice.
"Lan, I've already told you, can you also say it to me?" On TV, when a man said something, a woman would also say it. He insisted on this, even though his Lan couldn't speak and couldn't speak.
There was no sound, but he still wanted to hear it.
Xiang Qinglan stared into his exceptionally clear eyes, her lips tightly closed the entire time.
"Lan," Qing called her name aggrievedly. He seemed to be unable to accept her rejection. He had already said it. Why didn't she say it? It was just three words. She couldn't be so stingy, right?
, I am willing to say three words to him.
But he doesn't know that not everyone can say these three words. If he can say it, but if he can't, then he would rather not say it.
It wasn't until a long time ago that Xiang Qinglan stretched out her hand and gently touched Qing's face. Her movements were very slow. There were deep emotions hidden in her eyes.
"I love you," she said silently, but it was so true and so serious.
At some point, Su Zhetuo's shadow had faded away, leaving only this silly man who accidentally invaded her life. He didn't understand life, he wasn't smart, and he couldn't make her happy, but he was that...
The most genuine person, he uses his heart, his person, and everything about him to prove his concern for her and his feelings for her.
They are dependent on each other, but it has nothing to do with love.
But, as for her, her heart for him has exceeded so much that loving him is natural and habitual.
That kind of love is different from Su Zhetuo. She looked up to that man from the beginning to the end, from deep love to disappointment, and now to indifference. Now, another man appears in her life, but she doesn't understand.
How to love.
However, she still felt happy.
He doesn't know how to love, but he still loves her. It's not the kind of love she wants, but it's something that truly belongs to her.
"Ha..." Qing laughed. Seeing the shape of her lips, he seemed to be able to really hear the "I love you" she said. It turned out to be this feeling. He covered his lips without leaving any trace.
What is that kind of satisfaction on his chest? He feels that he has got the most beautiful and best thing. Even if he is given the whole world, he will not change it.
"Lan, I love you very much, I love you very much," he put his forehead against hers and said from time to time, but he did not notice that a drop of transparent tears fell instantly from the closed eyes of the woman in his arms.
It was windy and rainy outside, and it was another extremely cold night.