Yin Guo's gaze was on his trouser waist, and he didn't dare to look down.
She was pretending to be stupid, and asked a new question: "How did you get the tattoo under such a situation? How many times does it take such a big pattern?"
"It's almost like taking it off here." His fingers slid to a position, with an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, "on the waist, it's done once, on the arm, it needs to be done twice, and the pattern is big."
She nodded.
He had already reacted, and Yin Guo noticed it, and when he thought of what was under his trouser waist, his face was red and his ears were red, and he had a fever.
There was a burst of buzzing and vibration, it was the mobile phone that was vibrating, and it didn't stop.
Yin Guo's cell phone was ringing, so he naturally knew that it was Lin Yiyang's cell phone, but obviously, the man leaning beside her didn't have the will to answer it. Yin Guo was worried about not going down the steps: "Your phone is ringing?"
Before Lin Yiyang could answer, she got up from the bed and looked around. The back of his waist had just fallen out of his trouser pocket when she was tossing about. Yin Guo pressed the answer button and handed it to him.
Lin Yiyang's hand pressed hard on her waist, but her arms didn't support her, and she threw herself directly onto his chest.
He grabbed her hand, put the phone to his ear, and said "Hello" in a low voice.
Yin Guo listened to the phone and began to speak, it was in Chinese, and he didn't listen carefully, and he couldn't pull his hand back. The person was still lying on his body and was held by him.
For a long time, Lin Yiyang had been listening to the students over there asking him about going to Duke for a Ph.D., but he never answered.
He wants to do a Ph. D.? Yin Guo looked up at him.
Lin Yiyang looked back at her.
He finally opened his mouth and said to the people over there, "I don't want to read anymore."
The person on the other end of the phone couldn't believe it at all, and asked him a few more questions, asking him if something happened at home, it's a pity to give up such a good opportunity.
"It's not decided," he continued, "Stop talking, my girlfriend is here."
One sentence sent the other party away.
Lin Yiyang threw the mobile phone beside the bed, where there was a sofa.
Yin Guo must not know how much energy Lin Yiyang put into applying for this doctorate. He already got the offer and wanted Wu Wei to return to China first, without waiting for him.
Everything was overthrown by Lin Yiyang himself when Yin Guo appeared at Union Station.
What happened to his parents since childhood made him develop a way of thinking, always regard tomorrow as the last day of his life, and live today to his heart's content. In the past, he was aimless, doing whatever he wanted, and now, it's actually the same.
He's in love with a girl, and doesn't want to waste another day here, or read any more.
Yin Guo thought about it, Lin Yiyang hugged her, not only did not let go, but also made her hug him even tighter.
She was dizzy, and she always felt that if the conversation continued, something should happen.
But by accident, he still spoke: "You really haven't seen it?"
Lin Yiyang wanted to give up at first, and wanted to put Yin Guo on the bed and pull the quilt to cover her. But hearing her say that, he stopped his movements: "Are you asking a real person, or what?"
He's hinting at adult flicks
Let alone him, she has seen it before, living in a modern society with advanced Internet, even if the school does not provide sex education, the sisters in the same dormitory will also popularize it 360 degrees...
The first time Yin Guo saw it was at lunch one day. She wandered around the dormitory with a takeaway lunch box, listening to men and women breathing heavily and exaggerating, she was really curious. The three girls in the same dormitory were studying the clips on the computer together, and she followed suit. In short—well, it’s just that it’s not aesthetically pleasing.
"I bumped into the live version a few times," Lin Yiyang continued, "The first time was in junior high school, at an ice rink, which was closed at the time."
Yin Guo opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at him in disbelief: "...you're lying, right?"
Lin Yiyang smiled because she saw it. Why are you lying to me
He told her: "They are all acquaintances. At first, I didn't expect that buddy and girlfriend to be so crazy, so open, so I just did it. Then I left without looking at it, which was meaningless. It was just a repetitive movement. ,repeatedly."
…
The description is really straightforward.
Yin Guo blinked, speechless, and coughed.
This kind of experience seems unbelievable to Yin Guo, but to Lin Yiyang, children who are mixed in society have never seen anything.
Those who perform live are essentially puberty's inexplicable "personal heroism" at work, wanting to get attention, in any form, in sex, in fights, or even more dangerous things.
Lin Yiyang was never used to wearing a belt while resting, so he leaned against the head of the bed, unbuckled the buckle, pulled off the belt, and threw it directly on the sofa next to the bed. With a snap, the belt buckle hit the phone.
This action is too provocative.
Yin Guo turned over, turned his back to him, and made a posture that I was going to sleep.
"Don't talk anymore?" He asked behind him, and the warm breath fell rhythmically on her ear.
She said "um".
There was an inexplicable feeling of coquettishness.
This "um" sounded like a fire, completely igniting the fire that had just been extinguished in his heart. It was as if a handful of firewood had been added to the charcoal in the charcoal brazier before it was about to go out, and a new flame burst out suddenly.
Lin Yiyang was silent for a few seconds, turned over and got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. In the warm yellow light, he turned on the faucet.
I washed my face first, followed by soaping my hands, and washed them carefully.
The man returned to the bed, without saying any more nonsense, and hugged Yin Guo from behind.
"Sleep later," he said.
She was even more dry.
The hands behind her wanted to take off her shirt, but she held them down. Lin Yiyang smiled and turned her face away, facing him. Before Yin Guo could see his face clearly, he had already silently kissed him.
His tongue kept going deep, scraping the root of her tongue, and she shuddered all over.
Lin Yiyang's legs in jeans were pressing down on hers, as well as her knees that had already been softened by his kisses.
…
The air outlet of the hotel's central air conditioner was whistling. The temperature is set at twenty-five degrees, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a cold wind or a hot wind. She was starting to sweat anyway.
…
It was seven o'clock when Yin Guo woke up.
It was dark outside the window.
There is a desk lamp on in the room. In the northeast corner of the room, the light source diverges from there. The center of the desk lamp is the brightest, and it is naturally quite dark when it comes to the bed.
Lin Yiyang was sitting on the sofa beside the bed. He had just finished taking a shower, with his upper body bare and jeans, leaning on the sofa and looking at his phone. Even when the desk lamp shone on him, it was also dark, and the ends of his hair were coated with a faint, golden or white light.
wet short hair. There was water dripping from the tips of my hair.
"Are you awake?" he asked hoarsely.
Yin Guo didn't say a word, stood up with his hands on his back, and found that his mobile phone was gone.
Lin Yiyang threw the phone on the sofa, searched around the bed, and lifted the quilt to help her find it. I couldn't find it, so I picked up one end of the quilt, shook twice on the bed, and dropped the phone on the carpet.
He bent down to pick it up and handed it to her.
She immediately grabbed the quilt to cover herself.
Lin Yiyang smiled, but didn't take it off, and didn't know what he was covering up.
Yin Guo glanced over his jeans.
Young girls have always misunderstood men. They think that boys have to do it when they respond, or they can solve it manually, or they can't hold back. In fact, if a woman can hold back, a man can hold back. It is much easier to endure this than to endure tears.
What she was thinking at the moment was that he probably solved it by himself when he took a shower. For Lin Yiyang, it is enough to calm down and distract for a while, the emotion that he wanted to do has long since passed.
I took a bath because I felt that my body smelled bad, after all, I will take her out later.
Lin Yiyang took her downstairs to the hotel and had dinner on the first floor.
When I went outside the hotel after eating, I didn't tell her what I was doing.
He held throat lozenges in his hand, and stuffed two of them between his teeth to make his throat last longer.
A bus turned a corner from a distance and stopped in front of the two of them. The car door opened, and the driver waved to them who were under the car, and greeted Lin Yiyang in English: "Get in the car, I'm going to pick up the guests."
Lin Yiyang took her into the car and asked her to sit on the far left side of the first row, next to the window of the car door.
He sat next to her, and chatted with the driver.
Yin Guo heard that they were old acquaintances, and when the driver stopped talking, he asked softly, "Where are we going?"
"Take you on a night tour."
"Night tour?"
"A tourist route in DC is dedicated to seeing the Lincoln Statue and places like the Capitol. There are routes during the day and at night," he told her briefly, "I used to work at night as a tour guide, and I followed this driver."
Just while Yin Guo was sleeping, I specially arranged for the driver to take over the job of a tour guide for the night, and wanted to take my girlfriend around.
Yin Guo mentioned that she came here in a hurry the first two times, and this third time was to find him, so she had to show her around the city anyway, it just happened to let her know about her past and what she had done .
When the bus arrived at the boarding place for tourists, there were already many people waiting in line.
Lin Yiyang directly opened the door and got out of the car. After his feet landed, it was like a different person, becoming a professional and standard short-distance tour guide. He greeted everyone to get in the car and checked the names on the roster one by one.
Yin Guo leaned her forehead against the car window, looking at him under the car through the glass.
So handsome, I don't want to look away for a second, staring at him, I don't want to blink.
But this man can really pretend.
The big gangster in the hotel room turned into a tall and handsome Chinese tour guide on the side of the road after putting on his clothes, and the girls at the end of the line were still discussing him.
She stayed in the front row all night, and Lin Yiyang revisited the past of his tour guide with ease. He was introducing the brightly lit buildings at night to the tourists in the car in English.
He was talking in the car, and she was lying on the railing, looking at him.
He was talking under the car, and she followed him not far away, looking at him.
Yin Guo followed behind tourists of various skin colors, listening to his explanation, watching his back, as if seeing Lin Yiyang in the past.
The last stop was the Lincoln Memorial. Yin Guo's feet hurt from walking, so he didn't get out of the car with the troops, and stayed in the car to rest.
As a tour guide, it is impossible for him to stay in the car. Even if he is only responsible for this time, he has to follow the whole process and bring all the tourists back to the car to complete the work.
Yin Guo was sitting alone in the first row, the lights on the bus were not turned on, and there were two people who hadn't got off the bus, they were all tired, and they were waiting for everyone to come back and end tonight's night tour.
Yin Guo leaned against the window, originally wanted to ask Zheng Yi about Duke, but Zheng Yi was more interested in the details of how the two got along.
In her description, he went to wash his hands specially before he came back to make more intimacy with her. Zheng Yi immediately gave Lin Yiyang 10 stars, he knew how to feel sorry for the girl.
On the right, someone knocked on the glass window.
She turned her head and looked out, Lin Yiyang put his hands in his trouser pockets, smiled at her from the car window, and beckoned her to get out of the car.
She jumped out of the car.
"Have you seen "Forrest Gump"?"
"Well, when I was a child."
"There is a classic scene in the reflection pool," Lin Yiyang pointed not far away, "I'll take you to see it, it's just in front of the memorial hall."
He came back to pick her up while everyone was free to move around.
Yin Guo got out of the car, followed his footsteps, and followed him step by step on the stone road in the middle of the lawn. In fact, any pool or movie is an excuse. After only being separated for more than ten minutes, he missed her.
Still wondering if those two girls who were interested in him would strike up a conversation with him, leave a cell phone or something.
Yin Guo never expected that he would be so narrow-minded. Just finding out that he was noticed by others made him uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. Lin Yiyang took her to the reflection pool. Under the night light, there was no ripple on the water surface. Behind them, there are men and women, all tourists taking pictures and running up and down the steps.
The wind was blowing her hair, Yin Guo straightened it, and he handed a piece of chocolate, dark chocolate, to her mouth.
She took a bite and watched Lin Yiyang eat the rest.
Behind them, the tourists who gradually gathered also faced this scene, and they were amazed in their hearts: it was so fast, as expected, the face of a handsome guy is invincible, and the tour guide managed to get a girl in only two hours of a one-night tour of Washington?
"Where are you going?" she asked vaguely, chewing on chocolate.
He clenched the wrapping paper in his hand: "Where do you want to go?"
"My feet hurt, I'd better go back, anyway, I've finished walking all the famous sights."
"good."
"I'm going to sleep when I go back this time," she reiterated.
"Okay." He smiled.
…
"I didn't get enough sleep," she protested in a low voice, "I didn't sleep well last night."
Even more exhausted in the afternoon.
He nodded: "Let you sleep."
…
No matter what Yin Guo thought, she felt that she would repeat the same mistakes as soon as she returned to the hotel. How did she come in the afternoon, she would come back again in the evening.
When she was wandering, Lin Yiyang showed her the screen of his mobile phone.
In the night, she looked down at the screenshot on the screen of her mobile phone. It was two tickets to go back tomorrow morning. Didn't you say you're going to spend the weekend? She originally planned to go back on Sunday morning, and tomorrow is only Saturday.
"You have been unable to calm down here, I don't care, you still have to compete," he pressed his phone, "I will send you back tomorrow, to New York, and I will come back."
Seeing that she stopped talking, Lin Yiyang knew that she was sad.
When I bought the train ticket in the afternoon, I also felt very uncomfortable. At that time, Yin Guo was still hugging the quilt, her face was buried in the pillow, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were motionless, and she was sleeping soundly.
"Unhappy?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets, made a relaxed gesture, bent slightly, and looked into her eyes.
She shook her head, not unhappy: "Send me to the station, what are you doing in New York, don't worry about it."
She could guess that Lin Yiyang was afraid of affecting his game, but he was reluctant to leave.
"Listen to me," he said, "I want to see you off."
He knew that this arrangement was unreasonable. It was a madman's job to send it all the way to New York and back.
But he couldn't think of a better way to spend a few more hours with her.