In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression or hear her answer, but he could detect that her body was trembling slightly.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
However, some people can't wait any longer.
He suddenly stood up and picked her up.
Attic, starry sky, bright moonlight.
Countless musical instruments were placed neatly next to it: pipa, guitar, violin, flute... It was his favorite place, where he spent many lonely nights alone.
The teak floor was spotless, and only the moonlight shone unobstructedly from the rooftop. That night, I actually saw the long-lost stars.
Yi Xiangxi sat against the wall, staring at the woman next to him. She was lying quietly, and he had already taken off her clothes. At this time, the slender female body, with its soft curves, was extremely graceful in the night.
under.
The moonlight is hazy and the curves are hazy, forming a vague and reserved beauty - the soul-stirring charm of the bright place without lights, but there is also an implicit style that cannot be described.
He stared for a long time, and his heart was beating hard.
"wheat……"
"..."
He was answered by dead silence.
"Wheat, what music do you like to listen to?"
He took a violin and slowly beat the strings. Immediately, the sound of clouds and flowing water could be heard in the night sky. It was faint at first, and then slowly became stronger.
It was a song called "Butterfly Lovers", but when it was played on the violin, it felt weird somehow.
For a long time, he put down the piano. Qiao Xiaomai kept her eyes closed. He didn't know if she was listening. He didn't care. He just slowly and gently rubbed the already familiar body, just like how he treated her so tenderly when he just played the piano.
Same as the strings.
"wheat……"
That night, he called her many times, but she never answered. Of course, he didn't wait for her answer either.
The whole room is filled with the fragrance of Longjing, and the tea is different from the spirits, making people extremely sober.
This time, he made it with his own hands. When the water was boiled, the water temperature was moderate, the fragrance of the tea came out appropriately, and the sky above his head became fragrant and pure.
He drank a glass and handed her another glass. But she didn't drink.
His big hands stroked her hair, which was as dark as clouds, as smooth as silk, fresh and pure. He smelled his breath, and in those days and almost every night, he fell asleep with such breath. Unknowingly, it had become
Got used to it.
Under the moonlight, she stared at those eyes that suddenly lost all their animality.
"Yi Xiangxi, tell me, why do you hate me so much?"
In the dark night, this voice is very low. It is full of sadness and helplessness, like a small animal that has fallen into a trap. There are so many traps in the world, and we always fall into them unintentionally.
Yi Xiangxi was silent for a long time. So long that she almost thought she would not get an answer.
"Wheat, you actually didn't do anything wrong!...I...I actually don't hate you either..."
In the darkness, this voice was so desolate.
She is right, but who is wrong?
This did not make her feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, she was so frightened that she almost jumped. However, his big hands gently hugged her, full of heartbreaking strength and calmness.
He has kept her in captivity, a golden bird that cannot escape.