I like to do that kind of thing when it's raining and stormy.
I wrote a special article for this purpose.
That article was very complicated. I quoted a lot of postmodern philosophical theories in it, deconstructing "sex" itself from the perspective of text evolution, in order to demonstrate how "profoundly" the four words "wind and rain" are related to "x".
Unfortunately, Deng Ying couldn’t understand it.
But his knowledge in that area is no less than mine. But what is fascinating is that he insists on telling me the way to keep healthy.
For example, it is not suitable to do that kind of thing when it is rainy. I asked him why, he took out his pornographic book and told me seriously that it is because: having sex in rainy and windy weather will shrink the penis of men, shrink breasts of women, make their feet cold, and make them prone to diseases (refer to relevant information here). It is not a problem for him, but it is not good for me.
What's wrong with it for me
Speaking of this "which", I have a lot to say.
As everyone knows, there was no foreplay between Deng Ying and me.
Why no foreplay? Because before that he had his fears and I had my doubts.
At that time, he was still obsessed with "self-shame" and the pleasure it brought him, and I was not yet able to protect him well.
It is hard to say who is saving whom amid the thunder and fire.
The complexity of sex and the complexity of people can be compared together. At different stages of life, people experience sex from different angles and in different ways. As someone close to Deng Ying, it is easy to say that we should please each other, but it is too difficult to do. I am a virgin, and he is also a virgin. I have to enlighten myself and then enlighten Deng Ying. Unfortunately, I started to think about this problem from the perspective of sociology and psychology. The theory is too conceptual and not grounded enough, which led to my posture and body position being very single during sex. The most direct manifestation is that I get into the topic too quickly and there is no foreplay at all.
Of course, these are issues that I gradually reflected on during the Jinghe period.
Deng Ying's change in mentality provided me with the possibility to solve these problems.
How do I know that Deng Ying has changed
It was probably Song Yunqing who told me that when Deng Ying was tied to the rack and took off his clothes, he said to the people below the platform: "Please keep my clothes intact."
I have never seen Deng Yingchao's execution, but I have dreamed about it.
The scene in the dream was just like the veiled mirror of "torture" in TV dramas. Deng Ying was well dressed, but a little haggard. This might be my subconscious protection of him. Although I know that there are many humiliating punishments in feudal punishments, I don't understand and obey them like Deng Ying did.
However, during the Ming Dynasty when Deng Ying was alive, I could not directly ask him to fight, because that would undoubtedly make his death more painful. But what surprised me was that Deng Ying actually said the words "Please keep my clothes intact" himself in the end.
very nice.
Academically speaking, Deng Ying completed a transformation in self-cognition.
From the perspective of xx.
Deng Ying and I can have foreplay now.
That's great.
**
It was late autumn in the first year of Jinghe.
I did a stupid thing.
I accidentally sprained my hand at home and couldn't take a shower by myself. During that period, Deng Ying was invited to inspect the main beam structure of the tower construction in the suburbs of Beijing. Sometimes he lived in the construction shed in the suburbs of Beijing. I was afraid that if I told him, he would have to go back and forth every day, so I endured it for a while. Who knew that in the end, it caused a big problem and it hurt so much even bending was painful.
After Song Yunqing found out, he went to the construction site and caught Deng Ying, and kept scolding him before entering the house.
"Sir, I thought you knew, but it turns out you don't."
Deng Ying said in a very light voice: "I haven't been home for the past two days."
Song Yunqing said, "I was just saying that. She went to Hangzhou to look for the storybook before, but why did she suddenly ask me to do that? Today I came to see her, and her hand was hanging like she had no bones. You and the people outside the city have worked hard to move bricks, but you can't just ignore her."
I taught Song Yunqing the term "moving bricks". She used it to describe Deng Ying, which was quite interesting.
However, at that time, I had no time to care about anything else, because I was about to face the biggest social death scene in my life.
Song Yunqing pushed the door open and called me, "Yang Wan, where are you?"
Where is it
I'm in the bathtub behind the screen! And...
I finally took off my clothes.
Song Yun looked down upon me because I wasn't in the room, but he didn't come behind the screen. He put his hands on his waist and said angrily, "Yang Wan is really stupid. She dared to go out after twisting her hand. At this time, she must have gone to Qingbo Pavilion again."
She turned around and said, "Sir, I'll go back and look for her. You better pay more attention."
Deng Ying quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."
Song Yun walked away lightly.
I sat in the bathtub and watched Deng Ying take off her outer robe, hang it on her arm, and walk behind the screen.
I held onto the edge of the tub with one hand and uttered "ah" softly.
Deng Ying was startled, and then looked at me in the bathtub.
"you… "
I quickly interrupted him, "Why did you come back?"
Deng Ying looked at me with my arms hanging in the bathtub and tried to speak.
However, he was interrupted by me after only saying the word "you".
"I'm going to take a shower."
Deng Ying looked at the clean bathtub and said, "The water..."
"I just took off my clothes and you and Song Yunqing came in. What can I do? I have to hide in the bucket. I haven't had time to fill the bucket yet. Hey, stop looking!"
I was a little anxious, but Deng Ying lowered her head and smiled gently.
He rolled up his sleeves and gently lifted my uninjured arm.
"Can you help me?"
"ah?"
"Can this hand be used?"
"That's fine."
"Come on, grab my neck."
How should I put it? Deng Ying had hugged me before, but like this... This was the first time that Deng Ying had hugged me out of the bathtub, and I was actually... scared
Deng Ying didn't dare to use force on me. She whispered in my ear, "Wanwan, you can hold my neck tightly. It's okay. Don't use force with your hands. If I hold you, you may fall."
I'm really scared.
The cowardly person has a blushing face and a confused mind.
He was about to pull me out, but the question was, why was he so calm and could even consider such a ridiculous "force" problem
"Wan Wan..."
"I, I, I... How can I strangle you?"
"Strangle the neck."
"oh… "
As he spoke, he held my back with one hand, hooked my knee with the other, and lifted me out of the bathtub with his waist. Then he gently put me on the couch, covered me with his robe temporarily, and said, "Wanwan, sit down. I'll go get you some water."
I grabbed his shirt and asked him tentatively, "When are you going back there?"
Deng Ying scooped water and said, "I'm not going back today."
"I'm fine. I can do it on my own."
Deng Ying put down the bucket and turned around. She reached out and gently touched my waist. She looked at me and smiled, "Wanwan."
I said “Huh?” guiltily.
He said bluntly: "You are blushing."
I'm really scared.
But it's worth it.
Deng Ying placed a small blanket next to the bathtub and asked me to rest my injured hand on it. Then she helped me to pull up my hair and tied it into a very standard bun.
He helped me take a bath and I didn't say a word the whole time.
Fortunately, he was also very silent. He silently picked me up and let me lie on the bed covered with a blanket.
Silently he fetched a dry towel and helped me wipe my body.
I lay on my back, and the natural evaporation of water vapor took away the temperature of my skin surface. The temperature of Deng Ying's hands was actually warmer than my body temperature. He spread my knees apart, and with his other hand, he supported my coccyx and helped me lift my back. The towel gently wiped my private parts, but I shuddered all over.
"Deng Ying..."
His name just rolled off my tongue.
"What's wrong."
I coughed, and suddenly a thin layer of mist covered my eyes.
"I'm a little bit..."
He didn't say anything, but put down the handkerchief in his hand.
I am quite sure that it was a stormy night.
The windows were rustling due to the wind, and the sound of rain drowned out the voices of others. Deng Ying remained silent, but he took the power from me.
He supported himself on the couch with his hands, half-knelt on the bed, and kissed my eyes to calm me down.
Then he kissed me on the lips, and my two poor kissing skills were completely exposed.
But it doesn't matter.
Being with him, I felt the pleasure (and harmony) of giving myself away, a feeling I had never experienced before.
I relaxed my body at will, letting it follow Deng Ying's movements and give her my most sincere feedback.
It began to tremble slightly, sweat, and turn red, then it began to ooze out sincere fluid, and was finally gently gathered by a person's mouth and tongue.
I lowered my head and looked down, but I could only see Deng Ying slightly hunching her shoulders between my knees.
He didn't take off his clothes, but I was clean.
I don’t know what this means to Deng Ying, but for me, it is undoubtedly a self-liberation.
His technique was still poor, and my subconscious mind desperately tried to grasp the perception of my body, helping him to easily send me into the clouds.
I no longer need to consider the order of "respect" and "love", just love him and let him love me.
So I slowly released the shackles on my throat and started to say some "mess" things. He listened silently at the end of the bed, holding my legs and telling me not to talk nonsense.
How could I not be chaotic
This is the first time, Deng Ying, you suffered.
**
This way, it continued for a long time.
In the second year of the Jinghe reign, Deng Ying saved some money and bought a piece of jade from Yang Lun.
The interesting thing is that he hid it from me and didn't let me see his carving process.
Half a month later, I found his "masterpiece" from the back of his bookshelf, along with a sum of private money.
I put his "masterpiece" and the private money in front of him, and then interrogated him.
Deng Ying lowered her head and listened to me, then went to the cabinet to get out the rest of her private money and handed it to me obediently.
I saw the labels he wrote on the money.
"Wanwan buys a swing"
"Wanwan buys rouge"
"Wanwan buys..."
The silver ribbon next to "Masterpiece" said - Not well done, I'll make another one next month.
I picked up the "masterpiece" and looked at it carefully. It turned out that the shape was just a picture I drew after waking up from a sexual dream.
I asked Deng Ying, "Do you know what this is?"
Deng Ying said she didn’t know.
I held my chin and laughed.
That sunset outside the window is so shy.