The remaining color of dusk made this stunning beauty even more stunning. She held the skirt of her clothes with one hand, so that the spring light could only shine through, and the other hand stretched out to lift the young man's chin.
"When you like her, she is nice to you and gentle to you, but she never feels anything for you. That's why you will always miss her." The woman looked up and looked into the young man's eyes.
The young man was silent. He wanted to refute this sentence, but he couldn't.
Because he knew that if he opened his mouth, he would be admitting that he still had illusions about that person and it was his wishful thinking.
He shouldn't have fantasies about anyone, let alone a woman.
"I don't know how." The young man was silent for a while and then slowly said.
"But I'm different. I like you, will be kind to you, be gentle to you, and will never refuse you." The woman spoke with a smile, her eyes rippling and seductive.
Without waiting for the other party to answer, the woman reached out and untied the silk ribbon from the young man's waist, and gently pulled it off, causing the silk to fall down.
The young man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
He stood up and hugged the woman. The two bodies were close to each other, and their skins were touching each other. They were breathing heavily, and they were constantly rubbing each other with only an inch of air between them.
The young man lowered his head and kissed her lips, which were delicate, soft, and sweet. However, just as he continued to taste the beauty's sweetness, a force pushed him back.
When the young man saw that it was the woman who pushed him away, he was startled and asked, "You rejected me? Why? You clearly said you like me."
The woman pursed her lips, looked up into the young man's eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled, but it revealed a bit of sadness for no reason.
"Why do I suddenly feel that she is lonely?"
"Who are you talking about?" The young man was puzzled.
"Another me." The beauty smiled, took a step back, looked into the young man's eyes, and suddenly whispered: "You have been hiding someone else in your heart. I have known about this from the beginning. In fact, I
I never blamed you, and I don’t hate you, but I don’t know what to do.”
"When you kissed me, did her figure emerge? It's like...it's still her you're hugging, and she's still the one you're kissing."
"No." The young man shook his head and denied. "What I love now is you."
The woman laughed and said, "When I liked you, you were kind to me and gentle to me, but you never had any feelings for me, let alone this kind of love."
"I..." The young man opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he said nothing.
This is the second time the woman has said this. Perhaps that is why love is too simple, so it is not taken seriously.
Last time it was the young man, and this time it was the woman. All the wounds the man had suffered were returned to the woman, but this time, it was a different person.
The woman suddenly smiled sweetly and said: "You don't need to explain, I don't need a reason. Because you don't understand what 'like' means, and you don't understand what 'pay' means. But I know that I love you very much."
"All I need to know is that I love you very much."
She grabbed the young man's hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it, and then said: "You know what? We haven't been together for several months. I don't expect you to forget that woman, but I want you to know that Jiuhan
When I need to meet the nectar, don’t you miss me at all?”
"What do you think?" the young man asked.
The woman bit her thin lips lightly and said shyly: "I only know that I will only wait for this rain from you."
She stretched out her jade arms, hugged the young man's neck, and slowly came closer, and finally her lips were in close contact with each other again.
At this moment, the young man's body trembled.
He didn't know whether he was right or wrong, or whether he really had love for this woman.
Perhaps, he just wanted to have a little farewell tryst, half-drunk and rejuvenated, to let go of the emotions of separation.
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She put her arms around the young man's shoulders, and traced the gaps between his teeth with her flexible tongue, teasing the tip of the young man's nose.
The young man's body became stiffer and stiffer. The woman in front of him gave him an ultimate temptation. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of that day many years ago.
He walked towards her through the rain of flowers flying in the sky, spread a bright smile in front of her, and said: "If you are willing, I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you hand in hand."
At that time, the woman was silent.
He waited for a long time, already knowing the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear the woman speak face to face.
"I... don't want to." The woman finally spoke.
Tears fell from the corners of the young man's eyes and he asked, "Why?"
Tears also fell from the corners of her eyes, and she said: "I don't like your gentleness, I don't like your kindness to me, it's too heavy, please let me go."...
"I...don't want to."
His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of unspeakable pain.
Her words still seem to linger in my ears. My own words are also echoing around me at this moment.
His eyes were moist, tears rolled down from his eyelashes and wet the skirt of his clothes.
He recalled again that that woman turned into peach blossoms and scattered in the sky that day.
The sky was originally blue.
The petals are bright red, like blood.
But, was it really the right thing to do? Why did he seem to be no longer curious about her the moment she turned into blood?
She is nothing but bones, blood, meat, intestines, lungs, stomach, liver, and kidneys.
Is this really right? I should love that woman very much.
Even the stunning beauty in front of him, who was dripping with sweat and constantly asking for nectar while riding on her body, could not compare with her.
Yes, no one can compare with her.
The young man's breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes became hot and blurry. He stood up, lowered his head, and bit the woman's delicate lips.
A passionate and passionate kiss.
Waves of gentle gasps.
The young man's palm caressed the woman's fair and tender skin, all the way up, stopping at the top.
The woman frowned slightly, but did not push the young man away. Instead, she clung to the young man harder, as if hoping that the young man would hold her tighter and be more in tune with her soul.
The young man held the woman's face, staring at her with burning eyes. Just like he stared at that woman many years ago.
After a long time, with a low growl, the woman's body froze slightly, and with a weak breath, she smiled slightly: "If in the end, she never had any resentment. Maybe... for her, it is...
Where is the liberation?"
The young man was stunned, and an indescribable warmth surged through his limbs and bones, but his whole body felt as if it was wrapped in ice.
"I won't be resentful towards you, because for me, this is also a relief." The woman beneath him started laughing.
"..." The young man was stunned.
"What are you still hesitating about?" The woman slowly broke away from the young man's arms, slowly lay down again, facing the sky, showing off her spring beauty, and slowly closed her eyes again, saying softly: "
What on earth are you thinking about?"
"…….."
"Is it really right for me to do this?" the young man murmured after being silent for a long time, his eyes blurred with tears.
He was asking himself and this woman.
"Have you really forgotten her after all these years?" The beauty did not answer the young man's question.
"Maybe...I don't know. But I seem to have been waiting for her." The young man felt a tearing pain in his head and closed his eyes ferociously.
"Waiting for her?" The beauty opened her eyes and asked doubtfully, "What are you waiting for her?"
"I want to see her again to see if I am really just curious about her. You know, she is just a ball of flesh, blood, and bones, but I love her like crazy."
"Why does she have such magical power..."
"Don't you already know, because you love her." The woman blinked her eyes, her pupils slightly dilated.
"As I said, I no longer love her. You and she are the same, you are both the same."
The woman's breathing gradually became heavier, and the focus of her pupils dimmed.
The original heavy breathing no longer sounded, and her face was full of disbelief. In the originally smart eyes, you could see that the young man's face was extremely ferocious, like a demon at the bottom of the abyss.
The young man looked at the peach blossoms that filled the sky many years ago.
The sky is no longer blue, but blood red, just like the colors of flowers all over the sky, which is shocking.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the body on the ground.
Her face is like a page in a book, swaying with the wind. Page after page, they are all the most beautiful faces in the world. They are all the flowers and rain that have turned into romance. Finally, they are fixed on that day many years ago.
"The heart, liver, spleen, stomach, kidneys and lungs...are all the same...all the same." The young man laughed.
"They all love me, obviously they are all the same...why don't you love me?"
"Why! You don't love me!"
The young man was laughing crazily, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. In just a few breaths, they turned scarlet, and in the blink of an eye, they turned black again...
The strange-looking man, who could be said to be ugly, walked into the forest step by step.
The forest was dense, the grass was green, the trees were vigorous, and the branches were luxuriant. He kept walking up the mountains, stepping on the withered yellow grass under his feet, and occasionally birds flew by with fluttering wings.
There were two leaves twirling between his fingers.
This is his sword. If he encounters a crisis, he can slash it out at any time.
From the moment I entered here, I have been alert to the surroundings.
Because this is a celestial tomb,
He raised his head and looked at the clouds. Among the clouds, there was a faint golden glow.
Two days have passed, and there has been no danger. Nor have I met anyone else, nor have I felt the breath of the Origin Heart.
However, he felt a little strange. The rumored celestial tomb should be like the Nine Nether Hells. Why is there such a beautiful scenery?
Qiying felt something familiar. Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly.