Yang Yumo seemed to have nothing to say to me. In that case, why should I make things difficult for him? Maybe when Piao Piao went to find him, he was chatting and joking with Ying'er.
Thinking of this, my heart aches again.
After pausing, I turned around and said, "I just want to see you. The snow seems to be heavy when I go back. It's too cold, so I should go back."
It hurts so much that I feel numb. Why am I doing this?
Do you think it will hurt more? Can you make yourself feel better by controlling the pain with pain?
I nodded to Yang Yumo and walked back to the road.
Sure enough, if you don't look at him or talk to him, there will be no pain. But if he doesn't talk, why is he still following me?
The hut shrouded in white snowflakes looks lonely yet warm, because someone is standing in front of the door, waiting for me. How great would it be if people's feelings could be transferred at will?
For a moment, I was stunned, unable to lift my steps, unable to get closer to that person. Even if he was waiting for me, maybe, wholeheartedly, just for my look back and smile...
Knowing this, there is nothing but a heavy feeling in my heart.
He saw me and was about to walk towards me. He seemed to see the man behind me and hesitated again. In the end, he stood still, motionless.
The next moment, I was suddenly pinched in someone's hand and quickly disappeared in front of the hut.
Yang Yumo's Qinggong was as fast as a ghost. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and his black hair continuously slapped my cheek, stinging unbearably.
If it's Mu Yiqing, will he take my feelings into consideration? Is this the difference between love or not?
Even so, I still like this extreme pain. Just feel it again.
After placing me on the ground, I put my lips together, bit Yang Yumo's thin lips hard, and tried my best to please him. I licked, nibbled, and sucked, doing whatever I could.
At first, he just let me toss him around. Later, he seemed to be infected by my enthusiasm and entangled his lips with mine passionately.
His rough movements and his tongue made the base of my tongue ache. But instead, I felt an endless surge of desire. I even wanted to have further intimate contact with him on such a freezing and snowy day.
In the end, I bit his lip hard and tasted the blood in his mouth. He was startled for a moment, then continued his wild movements, pulling me forcefully into his arms, as if he wanted to break my body.