The moonlight is so hazy, and the beauty in her arms is like jade. The night covers her paleness and haggardness, and she is in a trance, just like her best green years many years ago, the tenderness conveyed by her fingertips, and the kind of youth overflowing
Touching, and when she is passionate and wild, she is not
Gu Zang's kind of madness and turmoil... After so many years, he has not forgotten it at all. His unrestrainedness when he was wild, his determination when he was angry, and his weakness when he was sad... His heart was always trembling, more than emotional.
Sensibility is stronger than desire...
It turns out that this is all because of love?
Is it because of love that I have never forgotten these things?
Never forget!
Always remember!
Wheat, can we really love each other like lovers, just like those chaotic days in the past?
As soon as his hand touched her chest, she suddenly turned over.
He was startled and stopped immediately. His face was burning, and he looked like a thief who was suddenly caught in the dark. For a long time, his hand stopped in mid-air, neither moving forward nor retreating. He was so embarrassed.
He held it high in the air, fearing she would be angry.
However, he soon discovered that this was just his illusion. She turned over very slightly, breathing very evenly, and did not realize at all that a pair of big hands was hugging him so gently.
"Wheat...wheat..."
His voice was very low, almost like a whisper, and the blazing fire in his heart almost covered his entire being. For too many years, that ecstatic memory always stayed in the place where she slashed him.
The night before, just like his entire life and youth, was frozen in that moment, so he was obsessed with it and would never wake up.
He called her softly, but of course she couldn't hear him, which gave him more courage. He suddenly hugged her and kept doing it, his mind became so eager that he couldn't care about anything, not even whether she would be alarmed.
She didn't even care, she just held her in her arms and boldly moved her big hands down from her neck...
"noob……"
He was startled.
She raised her hand casually, hugged him, and uttered a weak and unconscious voice: "Xiao Bai..."
He wants to let go, but where is the chance?
She hugged him gently, and in a daze, her movements were very gentle, and she hugged him so naturally. He was ecstatic for a while, but soon realized that it was her habitual movement. Once
He had seen the mother and daughter sleeping, and she would always hold the child in her arms in the middle of the night.
Weak and confused, she regarded him as a child, so she stretched out her arms and hugged him softly and stupidly, like a koala.
The sharp spring cold was still slowly seeping in from the night, and the hands placed outside the quilt were frozen with a layer of chill. Therefore, as soon as I got close to this warm embrace, I naturally clung to it.
My heart is close to my heart, and slowly, the heat is transferred. Suddenly I feel not as weak as before, as if I can only play the role of a protector forever: protecting the children from wind and rain, looking for a sky that does not rain for the two women.
...It's getting cold, it's getting hot, it's getting dark, I have to worry about everything, including food, clothing, housing and transportation...there is never a moment to truly relax.
At this moment, being held by such a pair of strong arms, in a dream? Reality? Or simply a spring dream in this long silent spring night?