"Don't play hard to get, I can't stand it without seducing you, be good, Ke'er"
What Yin Yijie told is definitely the truth. The truth that depresses me the most is that before I could run away, he grabbed me and carried me into a speedboat. As soon as the doors were closed, I didn’t even know whose speedboat this was.
, he couldn’t wait to strip me naked
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When we got out of the speedboat, it was completely dark. On the beach not far away, there were bright lights, and there seemed to be a bonfire. There were bursts of laughter. No matter how I heard it, I felt like they were making fun of me.
Standing aside, I raised my head and counted the stars, but I really didn’t have the nerve to get close to them.[
Yin Yijie really embarrasses me. I can't skip a meal for half the day. It's more punctual and frequent than babies and toddlers feeding.
There are so many stars in the sky! They are washed so clean by the sea water that stretches to the horizon that they can be used as eyes.
A crescent moon, clear and soft, quiet.
The bright moon rises over the sea, and the world is at this moment together!
I suddenly wanted to see Yin Yijie again. This feeling was very strange.
I have the wisdom of a moth, and I know that if I look at him, he will make me jealous and even embarrass me; but at this time, I just want to see him, and be able to watch the moonrise and sunrise with him on the beach, as if, just like the sea,
Complex, yet simple and eternal.
"Aren't you full yet?" Yin Yijie said this again as expected.
I finally felt sick, turned around, and continued to look at the clouds in the sky.
At night, the clouds are white, and there is also a layer of darkness, which is no longer the light clouds and breeze of the day.
There are also many cyan or even gray dark clouds, layer upon layer, continuing its rich connotation.
Suddenly, the wind blows, and the soft and slightly melancholy sound of the violin, accompanied by the singing of the sea water, penetrates into people's hearts more easily.
Yin Yijie grabbed my hand without hesitation and intertwined his fingers with mine.
I said: "I don't feel comfortable."
Yin Yijie put his arm around my waist and asked in a low voice, "You still feel uncomfortable?"
My last note was extended by thirty-eight notes until I died!
Yin Yijie held back a bad smile in his throat, kissed my nose, and bit it gently, grinding his teeth like a mouse, and felt very proud.
"Young Master Yin! How many rounds have you fired?"
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