Lei Haotian lay in the bathtub and put her on his body. His eyes never left her body. He let her soak in the bath with him comfortably. He lazily cleaned her up and let her
No matter how he rode on his body and moaned, he never let her head get close to the bathtub to sleep, let her look at the water to quench her thirst, and let her whimper and howl...
After cleaning her, he wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her to the bed. She was completely drunk in his arms and fell asleep quietly, but her mouth was slightly open, like a fish blowing bubbles.
, I don’t know what I’m longing for, maybe it’s water...
In a daze, Xingan seemed to know that Lei Haotian slept with her for a long time, fed her sobering tea, and drank her water several times, but when she woke up, her mouth was still very dry.
As expected, she drank Russian strong liquor, which was so painful.
Looking out the window, the snow is still falling.[
She wrapped herself in the bathrobe beside the bed, walked to the window with her feet closed, stretched out her hand on the glass, and quietly looked out the window at the sky and the earth being dyed a uniform white, looking slightly demented.
There was a person standing silently behind her, his hands around her waist from behind, and he watched the scenery of the north with her quietly. For a long time, Xingan struggled to turn around, put his arms around his neck, and pointed his toes, bright and bright.
Looking at him with teeth: "Hao, I want to dance..."
Music, I quickly thought of it.
She completely ignored and let the bath towel slip off her body, letting him hold her hand, and danced the rumba passionately in the bedroom. Her mind suddenly thought of that time on the lower three floors of the cruise ship, that first confession, his
She told her that there was a monk named Ananda who, as a woman, was willing to transform into a bluestone bridge and be exposed to five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just for the girl to walk across the bridge.
Spin... spin... The two of them were immersed in the music in the bedroom, spinning constantly...
But what was in her mind was his unique dance at the birthday dinner, which turned her into the only purple fairy in the audience. Even if she lowered her head at this moment, she could still see the "purple blue meteor pendant" on her neck.
"Haotian, do you know there is a poem called "Bodhi Flower"?"
Lei Haotian stared at her eyes and nodded gently. Then he said softly: "I am the Bodhi flower on the Bodhi tree. I look at the dust of the world with cold eyes for thousands of years. You linger under the tree and look back. At that moment, only your features are left in the world.
picturesque……"
"My dear, your bright and white teeth, in my heart, the only thing left in the world is your picturesque eyebrows." He kissed her, kissed her eyebrows, and danced passionately, leaving only the two of them hugging each other and kissing passionately.
Lingering...
"Do you really want to go? Do you have to go?" After a long time, he let her lie on his chest and gasp.
Xinggan panted and asked softly: "Aren't you going to let me go?" If you say no, I will stay and spend Christmas with you.
However, Lei Haotian only rubbed her hair gently, "I will prepare a flight for you. Come back in three days, even if it is one day late, I will punish you!"
Alas, Xingan sighed softly: "I know."
On this day, he personally put her on the plane to Spain, watched the plane disappear from sight little by little, and then kept comforting himself: It was only two short days, when did he become like this?
, worrying about gains and losses?
Besides, he had already tampered with the purple-blue meteor pendant around her neck and pressed the positioning and tracking device, so she couldn't lose it.
Lei Haotian smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and got into the car.