In the state of joy, my eyelids finally couldn't open my eyes and walked towards the abyss of fatigue little by little. [】
In a daze, a pair of warm hands stretched out and hugged her shoulders.
She was almost in a dream, not knowing whether it was a illusion or a reality. She wanted to open her eyes and see nothing, but she could not see anything, hazy and blurry. She could only feel the power and warmth brought by her hands based on her feelings.
A hug deepened, but controlled the force and prevented her from feeling the pain, as if the sun after a storm was protruding her head little by little, warm and scorching, but it was just right.
In a daze, his mouth opened slightly, and someone fed himself food, water, crushed dry food, and even pills, exuded a strange smell, slowly slid into his body, providing energy and causing his eyelids to thrive.
Slowly, she could move, and her hand was almost instinctively stretched out, hugging his waist tightly, and I knew that this hug would never let go, and would never again
It will release, and it will never let go. The hug is too hard, almost exhausting all her strength. Her body is shaking, her breathing is rapid, her hands are soft, and she almost slips down.
He was completely excited by the forceful hug, and his whole body was boiling, but he was incoherent and could not speak. He realized that her hand was sliding down, as if it was an outlet of a promise. Once it was released, he was not allowed to regret it. He grabbed it immediately and still let it go
On her waist, she must not let go again.
Ah, attachment. I am deeply attached to others - deeply attached to her.
For the first time in his life, he clearly felt this feeling, strong and excited, which made him feel more heart-warming than her resurrection from the dead with a mouthful of blood.
She didn't lie. This time, it turned out that she really didn't lie. Even if she could speak, her hands wouldn't. The limbs were the ones who would lie the most.
In the world, there were only two people's heartbeats, so intense and lingering, like two streams of passionate blood meeting. The two people only knew that they would hold them tightly, and everything became redundant.
The moon stayed above the head, quietly watching the world. In the lush jungle, the first drop of night dew before dawn had begun to fall. The wind blew the sound of the ascites, swaying in the dark, and some deep and shallow flowers were in the dark.
Blooming silently.
Just waiting for dawn, they have already dressed up, waiting for the rising sun, and then let their lives be brightly displayed, whether short or long.