She was really heavy. I picked her up hard and gently put her on the bed. But her hands were holding my neck tightly, and her face was still touching mine.
Cheeks pressed together.
"Tong Yao, let me go. I am Feng Xiao." I said to her softly.
Her hand loosened, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I was about to stretch my waist. But at this moment, she once again hugged my neck tightly, and her lips pressed tightly against my neck.
on my lips!
I immediately felt my brain buzzing, and it was full of charm, and then it went blank. I felt her tongue inserting into my lips, and it was still so tenacious.
I groaned in my heart and tried to resist, but I found that I couldn't do it at all.
Then, our lips touched each other tightly, and our tongues were immediately entangled. I felt that her kiss was so passionate.
I burst out with passion and lost all sense. My hands had already gone inside her sweater, and her silky smooth skin was all in my palms. I started to go crazy, but she was silently enjoying what I gave her.
Every caress.
Her body quickly appeared in front of me, and she was so beautiful. Her beauty was a healthy beauty, because every inch of her body made me feel the feeling of strength.
Her breasts are not full, but rather small, but her two buds, which are as red as blood, make me feel a kind of beauty stimulation.
The nightgown I was wearing had already fallen to the ground, and I was completely naked at this moment. Just like that, I stood on top of her body.
She was limp, her legs were spread apart, and I was in front of her door...
She was murmuring, "I want you..."
At this moment, I could no longer restrain myself, although I was not sure who she wanted...
...The moment I finished everything, I suddenly regretted it and almost raised my hand to slap myself! Feng Xiao, are you crazy?
However, she was already asleep, with a sweet smile on her face.
I looked at her, looked at her beautiful body, and at this moment, I realized how dirty and shameless I was.
I want to repent.
Her beautiful and toned body was still in front of me, but I couldn't cover her with the quilt right away. I went to the bathroom, twisted a warm towel again, and then went to wipe her body gently.
.
I tried to wipe away the dirt from myself, but I knew it was impossible.
She had been injured before, and her virginity was lost because of that injury. Moreover, I personally performed her surgery. At that time, she was so pure and perfect in my eyes.
Half an hour ago, I still thought so. However, at this moment, I hate myself deeply, because it is me who has destroyed such holiness.
I began to cry silently, then gently put on her underwear, returning her to her original appearance. Then, I gently covered her with a quilt.
I threw myself into the darkness in tears.
It was still morning when I woke up, but I felt a burning pain on my face, and her angry eyes were in front of me, "Feng Xiao, what did you do to me last night?!"
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The next morning, we boarded a passenger plane bound for Tibet.
The plane passed through layers of white clouds and flew smoothly above the thick clouds.
She is beside me, her head is on my shoulder, she is so gentle at this moment.
This morning, when I opened my eyes and saw her angry eyes, I almost had the urge to jump off the building.
I didn't dare to look at her, "I'm sorry, Tong Yao. I couldn't control myself last night... I'll accept whatever punishment you want."
She started to cry, "Feng Xiao, I never imagined that something like this would really happen to us. I, I don't blame you, it was me who drank too much yesterday."
I couldn't believe my ears at the time.
She continued: "But I still hate you. Since you know that I am drunk, and since you know that I regard you as Fang Qiang, why don't you stop me? Feng Xiao, I trust you so much."
"
I was even more ashamed, "I'm sorry..."
She looked at me with red eyes and said, "Let's go to the airport."
To be honest, until this moment I still don't understand why she wanted to forgive me.
The plane was already over the Tanggula Mountains. There was no green in front of me, and there was a vast expanse of snow. I really felt that the country was so beautiful that it attracted countless heroes to bend over. Who could bear to let such a country be trampled on? Then
The dazzling white is so white that there is no impurity. The clouds are white, the mountains are white, the sunshine is white, and only the blue Brahmaputra River flows slowly. Only then can I feel that the most tolerant thing is white, which can embrace the whole world.
The most hypocritical thing is white, which can cover up all truth. The white color makes my eyes hurt.
I admired the snowy scenery outside the window, and my whole soul was undergoing this baptism.
The plane landed at Lhasa Airport, and then we took a taxi to Lhasa city.
The car was driving on the road, and the rows of sand poplars on both sides were receding. None of the leaves of the sand poplars were drooping, they were all pointing upward. I saw the water in Tibet, and the beautiful Lhasa River was right in front of me. It was so quiet and clear.
.Blue, so blue that it is so transparent. The pebbles at the bottom of the river are clearly visible, and the Tibetan fish restaurant floats to the surface, full of aura and emotion. Take a dip in the river water, and it is so cool that it penetrates your heart. This is holy Tibet! Tibet,
Let the soul fly, I feel your purity and mystery, and walk into you. Will I be reborn in your holy embrace?
"Tong Yao..." This was the first thing I said to her since we got on the plane. But she always just leaned on my shoulder. She never said a word.
She finally spoke, "Feng Xiao, you are the first man in my life..."
At this moment, I seemed to truly understand why she forgave me. I was immediately overjoyed.
We finally arrived at the oldest and most holy land. I wanted to let my soul undergo a baptism, and let those sinful emotions be forever sealed in the depths of the snowy mountains. However, the snowy plateau gave me another experience.
The shock to my soul forced me to use my truest soul to pay homage to my true love.
Tibet in front of us is in the middle of a cold winter. We put on thick down jackets and still feel very cold. Our eyes are surrounded by thick snowy mountains. On the vast snowy mountains, we can vaguely see steep and straight stone roads, which are for spiritual practice.
Human ethics.
In Tibet, coldness and mystery coexist. Looking around, you can see the holy snow-capped mountains. These snow-capped mountains cover many devout practitioners who have endured hardships and trekked.
We checked into one of the best hotels in Lhasa. This time, I didn’t ask her and just booked a room directly.
After entering the room, I immediately felt the awkwardness between us. She didn't speak, but I felt at a loss.
Later she took the initiative. She came over and took my arm, "Feng Xiao, let's go to the Potala Palace."
When I went out, there was a light rain in the sky, which suddenly made me feel a touch of sadness. Fortunately, her hand was in my arm, and the warmth she gave me diluted the sadness in my heart.
I saw the long-awaited Potala Palace. She towered in front of me, showing her majesty and holiness. The ancient walls of red, white and yellow were simple and profound, with the atmosphere of age. I seemed to smell thousands of
The smell of butter tea and milk wine makes us feel like we are watching Princess Wencheng and Songtsen Gampo walking leisurely towards us.
The fluttering prayer flags tell a soul-stirring love story that has lasted for thousands of years. The red wall symbolizes prestige and power, the white wall symbolizes peace and health, and the yellow portends poignant love.
Walking up the steps of the Potala Palace, the reflection of the Potala Palace is reflected in the Dragon King Pond. I have heard the story of the Sixth Dalai Lama and his lover. At this moment, his and her figures seem to be in the water.
Faintly visible.
I felt it immediately: they gave the aura of the lake to the men and women in the past, encouraging people to pursue heart-to-heart and pure love. Real love is the combination of soul and body. They hope that people can enjoy the pleasure of the body brought by lust in yellow.
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Walking into the Potala Palace, in front of the main entrance, looking at the hanging rod of authority, the different door knockers, and the splendid walls, I felt what wealth is. The respect and admiration derived from the depths of my soul stopped me in my tracks. The bright colors
The thangkas told me the history of La Palace, and the stories of thousands of years were told to me. Here, I knelt down willingly. I felt that I walked out of here thousands of years ago and never returned.
Children of the road.
I am one of those who lived there thousands of years ago, and I am just an ordinary person.
The hada floating in front of us must be the guidance of the gods. We finally found our home and finally stopped in front of a Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
I looked at her carefully. She was kind, gentle, and powerful. She might be my clan mother thousands of years ago. I suddenly burst into tears. I didn’t know how the tears would end. They were surging and unstoppable. My tears
It is no longer dry, it has obviously soaked my clothes and the white khata on my chest. I want to spread out the thirty years in front of God and cleanse my sinful soul. I want to God
He said, I have walked a lot, climbed many mountains, and brought my woman to you. It is impossible for you not to recognize me. I am the one you let go of unintentionally many years ago.
My child. I live to this day just for this day, to be able to recognize you, to come in front of you, and say to you, I am your child. Forgive me for the mistakes I have made, and forgive me for being naive.
Reckless, and all that was just for my heart. At that moment, I knelt on the ground and bowed to the ground. I was very low, and I smelled the fragrance of the earth while kneeling. I was willing to take a deep breath and inhale
The more dust scattered on the ground allows me to put the spirit into my chest. The Thousand-Armed Guanyin suddenly seemed far away, as if it were at the edge of the horizon. I lowered my head, willing to be enveloped by her gaze for the rest of my life. (To be continued)