The rain had stopped, and the water droplets on the leaves slid and fell, making a lonely and lonely sound. This summer night was no different from the past, the rain came quickly and left in a hurry, leaving only the washed landscape and the lonely lingering sound.
The candles in the room were dimly lit, and the flames were like beans, swaying slightly in the uncontrollable air flow—many things in this world are beyond human control, such as air, such as love.
The black snake, which had lost its sanity, still bit Liu Yan, its fangs penetrated into the flesh and blood, releasing venom. If he has memory, he will remember that on the day when he took the foolish little Liu Yan back, he fed him a golden pill, and that pill could save Liu Yan from his poison for the rest of his life—he had already do not remember.
At this point he is just a snake, without mana, human form, and memory. He does everything by instinct, without thinking about the sophistication of the world, and does not need to consider whether the object he bites is malicious or not.
Liu Yan was stroking the back of his neck all the time, with steady gestures and a serene expression. What he had already foreseen, he could not cause too much disturbance in his heart, and he faced it all calmly, not only because of his calm mind, but also because there was only one road ahead, and there was no other choice.
It was still cold scales, the tiny scales were glued together layer by layer, impeccably shiny and hard. Even though it is much thinner, the current Black Snake still has a deterrent effect. Liu Yan's palm was on his body, stroking him retrogradely from bottom to top, the palm still hurt slightly, as if cut by a sharp knife. Things in the world, once retrograde, always hurt.
For example, transvestites have gone the other way since ancient times. Three hundred years have passed like this, and the pain has never disappeared.
Outside the window, the shadows of the trees were whirling, Liu Yan didn't know how long the snake in his arms would bite, and how long it would take for Shen Jue to come back, he was sitting in the dark room, the oil lamp on the table had been extinguished by the mountain wind passing through the window, In the silence of the room, he hugged the snake in his arms, and the snake bit him tightly in a twisted way. No one let go, no one let go. This kind of stalemate made the time go to the extreme, as if stagnating and no longer moving forward, Liu Yan felt that he had become a statue frozen in time, eroded into ashes by time.
However, the snake in his arms slowly pulled out its fangs from his flesh and blood, as if sensing something, the snake letter kept protruding in front of this warm body, looking for the breath and taste of this body .
He started to walk on Liu Yan's body, the snake body got into the skirt, and swam past his skin, from the chest to the back, the whole snake body sneaked into the clothes with this movement.
The cold snake's body brushed against the skin like a rope, Liu Yan looked at his bulging skirt suspiciously, not knowing what he wanted to do. Until the snake was blocked by his waistband, unable to explore further, Liu Yan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to untie the waistband, and opened his clothes in the darkness without any shame.
Sensing his cooperation, the black snake stopped on his waist for a moment, and the snake letter quickly swept across his lower abdomen, then continued down, along the position of the heel of the leg, and the snake's head rested between Liu Yan's buttocks. It seems that there are also doubts, no longer moving forward, but stagnating there, standing still.
After a second thought, Liu Yan already understood, reached out and fished him out, tied up his clothes and hugged him to the bedside.
This time it seemed to be a little different. The black snake didn't resist his outstretched hand, and let him grab him vigilantly. After walking a dozen steps, Liu Yan put him on the bed, and the thin quilt was also unfolded. He searched for the smell up there—his own.
His smell is everywhere here, Liu Yan thought, whether it is the bed or himself, everyone is covered with Yi Mo's breath. At this very moment, Liu Yan understood why Yi Mo didn't let herself wash after the happy night before.
Yi Mo knew that those auras remained, even if he returned to the snake, it would not easily hurt him. However, a rain washed away the intentional breath left on his body, so when he stretched out his hand, he was naturally bitten.
Yi Mo didn't expect this rain, or he knew it would rain, but he didn't know that he would stand in the rain and wait for them to come back. Yi Mo didn't think about many surprises, but as expected, he always tried his best to do his best silently.
This is the gentleness that belongs to Yimo.
He is a very lazy snake demon himself, and his gentle gestures are indifferent and lazy, and he only said "I like you" when he was the most enthusiastic, and there were no more sweet words, and every bit of what he did, everything I am making the best comments for these four words.
The simplest four words, many people will say. It doesn't matter if you cry or shout. It can't even match the most plain sentence in Yi Mo's mouth.
— "I like you." Yimo once said this, and when he said it, his tone was calm, more like stating some kind of fact.
He spent many, many years expressing this sentence.
It also took many years to brew the old and fragrant tenderness behind this sentence.
Unique, Yi Mo's tenderness.
Liu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes were moist at some point. In the dark light, the snake that moved on the bed found its way to the ground, and wandered around the corners of the room. He followed his breath for a long time, as if he was being led by the gods in the dark, in every corner. After searching, he returned to the bed and climbed up along Liu Yan's hanging ankle.
The body exuding a steady stream of heat, caught him as soon as he returned, and hugged him into his arms.
The black snake, which had been frightened all day, got into his skirt without any resistance, its tail was coiled up, wrapped around his waist, and stuck to the warmest part of Liu Yan's waist and abdomen.
He was back in his arms again.