488, the breath lingers and the shadow does not disperse
488, the breath lingers, the shadow lingers
She was pressed under him, and her kimono was easily pushed aside without the girdle, revealing her naked and graceful body underneath.
He leaned over her and kissed her eyebrows, cheeks, and earlobes gently. He unknowingly took off his belt and threw it away. When he opened the skirt of his robe, his strong body was clearly revealed.
Covering her smooth skin, the curves overlap.
Neither of them had taken off their clothes, only their chests were naked, and the key areas of their lower bodies were stripped of clothing. His hardness was ready to go, but her whole body was tense, and her skin was rising in the cool air.
Goosebumps, slight trembling.
He desperately longed for her but couldn't get her answer. Both physically and mentally, he was thrown cold water on her for a moment.
Xie Yunshu tried his best to keep himself calm, but he couldn't help but tremble more and more.
He didn't insist anymore, and the strength of holding her hands on both sides of her body was slightly reduced, and he whispered in her ear: "Yun Shu, do you need to be afraid of me? I won't let you hurt."
His words calmed her down, and she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to stretch her tense body.
His kiss fell like a breeze and drizzle, delicate and lingering. He was trying his best to make her feel relaxed and comfortable. He was trying his best to suppress his desires and wait for her to be ready to accept him.
Everything seemed to have regained its color, her muscles finally relaxed, and the arms held by his sides no longer resisted. She breathed lightly, still closing her eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly to resist the impact of her senses.
The friction between the clothes and the skin, and the soft sound reached the ears, becoming more and more ambiguous and irritating. His sweat dripped on her chest, and his eyes were already red from the docility of her underneath him. He lowered his palms and gently pushed them away.
Her two smooth and slender legs placed her lower body at the base of her legs.
There was a chill between her thighs, and she was exposed to the air, vulnerable and helpless, and his hardness was approaching, and he was about to invade her flower path.
The painful and abusive memories that Qiao Ye brought to her that night rushed towards her like a mountain. She was once again overwhelmed by fear. She instinctively struggled vigorously, waved her arms to fend him off, and huddled her lower body together in a very self-defensive posture. She hurriedly pulled off the quilt.
The clothes he pushed aside covered his naked body.
Xiao Yichen was startled by her sudden resistance. Before he could comfort him, she had pulled up her clothes and escaped from under him. She quickly hid in the bedroom and slammed the door.
The atmosphere that was exciting just a second ago suddenly dropped to freezing point. He stayed for a moment, his eyes fell on the small table, and the tea was already cold.
Sitting slumped on the floor, he wiped his lips vigorously to wipe away her fragrance. But the fragrance could not be easily wiped away, it still lingered in his nose. This aroused his anger even more, and he fiercely
He stood up, poured all the spring water used for making tea on his face, threw away the jug, walked to the door of the house, and left in the dust.
Xie Yunshu heard clearly what was going on outside in the bedroom. He was angered by her for the first time.
She is not afraid of him and is willing to give herself to him. But she simply cannot let him possess her. She never wants to try the feeling of being occupied by a man's most aggressive part and having her most vulnerable part abused.
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She hugged her shoulders and squatted against the wall, her face cold and numb. She wanted to cry, but there was no moisture in her eyes.
Her heart hurts so much that her chest is about to burst and she can't breathe. But why is her heart hurting and for whom?
Is the deep sorrow of the soul more unbearable than the pain that is branded on the body?
Qiao Ye was thousands of miles away, but his influence on her and him was still lingering. She hated her own inability to uproot everything about Qiao Ye from her mind.
Night falls quietly, where is Xiao Yichen at this moment? If he is so angry, he should find another woman to vent his anger. He is a normal man. There is a limit to his patience with her, and there is a limit to his suppression of his own desires.
And she, with the scars left by Qiao Ye and the passion he had just ignited, was left alone in this house. How could this broken body give him the beauty of a blank sheet of paper?
She sighed feebly, stood up with her hands on the wall, straightened her messy clothes, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, going straight into the bathroom.
The pool was empty, so she turned on the cold water switch. After the water had filled up, she lay down in the pool with her clothes on.
The refreshing coolness seeped into her body from every pore soaked in the pool water, extinguishing the fire on her skin and washing away the thin sweat. It also extinguished the heat in her heart.
She had never taken a cold bath before, but when she tried it today, she found that it was a stimulating enjoyment.
Xiao Yichen walked out of the house and walked deep into the woods. It was difficult for him to understand. He had tried his best to tolerate and comfort her, but why she still fiercely resisted him at the critical moment. Could it be that the two of them could only be so tepid?
Is Fuchi like a friend, or does she only have one person in her heart, and her body cannot tolerate the intrusion of others?
It was getting dark, and the woods seemed dark and obscure. A cool breeze blew, and he pulled up and closed his open clothes. He couldn't help but think of her who was just as naked as him. If she was unfamiliar with this place, she would be angry too.
If the door leaves, won't she, who doesn't even speak a word of Japanese, be lost?
He stopped and thought about it, feeling uneasy about leaving her alone in the house, so he had to walk back with a depressed look on his face. She probably didn't reject him on purpose. Maybe the hurt left by Qiao Ye before was too deep, and today's
It was the situation that aroused her fear.
As a man, I should still have some capacity. I still have a long way to go with her, so I will slowly change in the future. There are only wounds that cannot be healed in a short time, and there are no wounds that cannot be healed in a lifetime.
With this thought, Xiao Yichen returned to his residence, searched around the house, and finally found her in the bathroom. The scene in front of him once again aroused his rage, she was lying in the cold water of the half-pool!
Not caring about anything else, he stepped into the pool and picked her up with her eyes closed. Her clothes were loose and were torn into pieces by him in an instant. Wetness stuck to her cold and pale skin, and he touched her body.
It's cold.
But when she opened her eyes and looked at him, she saw a desolate place, not even fear, and no light at all.
The two stood facing each other in the cold pool. Seeing her slumped and pitiful look, Xiao Yichen overturned the five-flavor bottle in his heart. After a long while, he angrily held back a question: "He abused you, and you did the same to yourself?" The voice was in the empty space.
It echoed in the bathroom, but it didn't stir up any waves in her heart.
She curled her lips sadly and asked with a smile: "Then tell me, what should I do? If I could lose my memory, I would rack my brains to forget him!" She screamed the last sentence, instantly expelling all her sorrow and pain.
