After coming back, he always felt that something had changed, but he didn't know where the change was: anger? alienation? indifference? distance? feelings have changed?... No, no, no, it's none of these.
He thought about it for a long time before he realized that it was because he was missing that coquettishness.
She no longer acts coquettishly.
She didn't dare to act coquettishly anymore.
She changed back to the Yan Xixi she was at the beginning.
Laughing and cursing, unscrupulousness, all kinds of charms, enchanting romance...the extreme wantonness that requires extreme pampering...all are gone.
She can do everything by herself - studying, housework, work, going out... she can handle everything by herself. She doesn't need any help from him at all - not even to pour a cup of tea.
Will do it myself.
People with hands and feet can do anything by themselves.
Isn't this what I have always wanted?
However, he felt lost for no reason. It was as if something most essential had been cut off.
He took her hand, and she clasped his fingers tightly.
There is still tenderness, even if it is timid.
He put his arm around her shoulders, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Xixi, let's go 'read a book'?"
Before she could reply, he had already picked her up.
That was their favorite game in the past.
Desk, chair, open books... She sat in his arms... In the past, she always giggled, the most tacit and intimate fun between lovers... But today, she felt uncomfortable.
How can you sit in a man's arms like this?
Think about what men loved most in the past: the beauty of beauty adds fragrance... When reading at night, there is a book in your hand and a beautiful woman in your arms... Reading is fake, so what is real...
In my early years, I read Su Dongpo's poems: Eighteen-year-old bride with eighty-year-old husband, pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are twined under the quilt at night, and a pear tree presses the begonia.
When I was a child, I didn’t understand what it meant, but later I realized that it was about an eighty-year-old man marrying an eighteen-year-old concubine.
Think about it: a tree of pear blossoms is pressing down on begonias - an old man with white hair is pressing on a girl with red makeup -
So scary, so wretched.
It turns out that Su Dongpo wrote pornographic texts.
If it were today, that guy would have been completely screwed.
Just because he was an ancient man, he survived the disaster by luck.
Yan Xixi was angrily thinking that she would definitely go to the Anti-Pornography and Anti-Illegal Affairs Office to report Su Dongpo someday. She must not let such poetry poison the purest young people in our country.
But Wang Donglin was holding her like that at this moment——
It's so intimate.
Suddenly, she felt that that kind of intimacy was really scary - swept away by the wind and without a bottom line... Even if he was not a white-haired "pear tree" - she couldn't do it - if it weren't for extreme intimacy and extreme love.
Yue, it's simply impossible.
She was very embarrassed when he held her like that.
Shy and ashamed.
Suddenly I couldn't hold on, let alone bring any pleasant experience.
He clearly saw the trace of panic in her eyes. She immediately got off his arms, but her expression was slightly uneasy, and she said in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
He completely saw her slight embarrassment in his eyes.
He was eager to make amends and was in a please mood.
When she was finally exhausted and fell asleep in his arms, he bent his big hands and hugged her gently. Only then did he look at her carefully. She was asleep, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her expression was not relaxed at all, as if
She was also very nervous in the dream. You can imagine how much fear she had experienced in the past two months.
