Bai Yanbing was so anxious that he had no choice but to knock on the door and coax her out in a low voice. Of course Jiang Zimo refused, laughing and scolding him for what he had just done.
After about a few minutes, there was suddenly no sound outside. Jiang Zimo was surprised when he heard a "clang" and the door was kicked open by him forcefully.
Bai Yanbing picked her up and asked proudly: "You can't run away this time."
Jiang Zimo shouted again and danced: "You said you would not use force against me!"
Bai Yanbing raised his eyebrows slightly: "I said so, but this does not include when you are not good."
After saying that, he threw her directly back on the bed. This time he was quite good-tempered and did the foreplay carefully. He also promised his wife: "This time I will make you feel comfortable too."
After a period of continuous confusion, both of them reached the peak of lust. They both felt exhausted to the extreme for a while. Bai Yanbing hugged his wife and whispered: "Go to sleep. I will get up first tomorrow morning. You can pack your things and then get up. We
Let's go out for breakfast. Bai Lu said he won't pick us up until ten o'clock, so you don't have to worry about getting up late."
Jiang Zimo was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids. She nodded casually and fell asleep on his arm.
When she woke up, Bai Yanbing was not by her side. He only left a note, telling her that Lu Ying had something to do with her and that he would be back soon.
Jiang Zimo put down the paper, put on his pajamas and walked to the window. The street scene outside was full of bright lights. The night shrouded the city. It was also the most beautiful moment in the city. The lights of thousands of houses were on. Even those who were overlooking the street from a high position like this
The tall buildings were also tinged with a hint of happy fireworks.
It was just such a beautiful night scene that she rarely came back again.
After opening the window and blowing the wind for a while, Jiang Zimo still felt suffocated. But she refused to admit that what really made her feel tight in the chest was because she was unwilling to leave here so soon.
After all, this is the place where she has lived since she was a child. Every plant and tree here, even the air she breathes and the moisture and dust, are full of hometown feelings.
She thought that since she had nothing to do, she might as well take advantage of the night to wander around the community and wait for Bai Yanbing to come back before going back to sleep.
With this thought in mind, I hurriedly changed into a set of casual clothes, and then went downstairs with only my keys.
It was getting dark, and a small artificial lake was dug in the middle of the community surrounded by seven or eight apartment buildings. There was a small bridge and flowing water in the center of the lake, which was exquisite and freehand.
Jiang Zimo walked casually and saw the street lamps on both sides of the lake embankment emitting a bright silver light one by one. She suddenly remembered the poem about street lamps that she had read in Wang Xiaobo's "The Green Haired Water Monster" when she was in middle school.
poetry.
"Big dandelions float on the river in the street, breathing soft needle-like light. We seem to be at the bottom of the pond, walking from one moon to another."
At that time, she felt that such poems were extremely beautiful, and she always wanted to find a suitable person to read them to, so that she could appreciate the poetry and picturesqueness in them with him.
But as she grew up, she never had this opportunity.
She thought about it and stopped under a street lamp. Then she raised her head, thinking that if Bai Yanbing came back early, she would drag his hand and read this poem to him. No matter how he criticized it,
In short, she must read the poem so that it is beautiful and artistic.