His body was hot, and the heat could be felt through his clothes.
I was imprisoned in front of him, unable to struggle or advance or retreat, so I had to follow him little by little, with fever and heavy breathing.
Desires are very common, if they are not monks who keep the precepts, there is no need to shy away from them. Of course I also have desires, but I just can't vent through this broken body.
Pursuing spiritual love, advocating the search for the true meaning of beauty and goodness, and not being too obsessed with desire, is Plato's view of love.
This kind of love is precious, but the so-called "eating and sex" is human nature, and Freud even regarded it as the most primitive driving force of human society. Once in love, human beings will become drunkards, without any reason, completely controlled by crazy desires, surrendering themselves to instinct.
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We rested on the sofa for a long time, and Shang Muxiao couldn't help stroking my back. The heartbeats of the two seemed to merge into one, and after the rush, it gradually calmed down.
After all, it was a young man. Shang Muxiao recovered faster than me. He hugged me and sat up, took a tissue from the side, and wiped my hands one by one.
I leaned against him quietly, not only feeling awkward, but also feeling that it was good to be so close to each other.
"I have something for you, it's in the drawer of the bedside table, the blue box, go get it yourself." I pushed him.
"You got me a present? What is it?" He rubbed against me like a puppy.
I was a little itchy, smiled and wanted to hide, but he hugged my waist and dragged me back.
After making trouble for a while, he let me go, got up and walked into the bedroom, and came out with the blue velvet box after a while.
"Isn't it a ring?" He shook the box, wanting to hear the voice inside.
I sorted out my messy clothes, and when I heard this, I looked up: "Do you want a ring more?"
He glanced at me and smiled without saying a word.
Back at my side, he opened the box and looked surprised when he saw a star earring inside.
"This is..." He took out the earring and held it up in front of him for a closer look.
In the end, handmade products cannot be compared with big-name craftsmanship, and the production traces are relatively obvious and not refined enough.
He glanced at my fingers: "You made it for me yourself?"
I shrank my fingertips and nodded slightly.
"Yeah. The first time I did it, it wasn't very good."
He handed the earring to me.
I didn't react, I just looked at him blankly.
"Put it on for me." He handed it forward again.
"Oh, good." I hurriedly took the earrings and carefully inserted them into the pierced ears he leaned over.
I plugged my ear caps, and I stepped back to look.
Silver doesn't really suit him, and the style of the five-pointed star with diamonds is too rustic. If it wasn't for his face, it would be a very unsuccessful work.
"Forget it, take it off, it doesn't look good..."
I wanted to remove the earrings, but he held my hand and wouldn't let me move.
"It's mine if you give it to me. If I don't take it off myself, you can't touch it."
He said so, of course, I can't force him to take it off.
Kneading his earlobe, thumb repeatedly stroked the small mole on his earlobe.
He closed his eyes slightly, looking like he was enjoying, and finally even lay down directly on my lap, sleeping on my knee.
"When you wake up, let's go on a date?"
Touching his earlobe for a moment, I asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go shopping, or watch a movie? It's fine." He didn't know what to think, and chuckled, "Or do you want to go to the playground and ride the Ferris wheel?"
It's not filming idol dramas, or riding on a Ferris wheel.
Thinking like this in my heart, my mouth said, "As you like."
After the two of them washed up, it was already two o'clock in the morning when they lay on the bed. I slept for eight hours and woke up at ten o'clock, but Shang Muxiao didn't get up until two o'clock in the afternoon because of a hangover.
After procrastinating after taking a shower, and eating the instant noodles I cooked for him, we finally went out for Christmas at four o'clock.
On Saturday and the festival, there are more people on the street than usual. The shops along the street are decorated with lights, and you can see a grandly decorated Christmas tree within two steps.
Shang Muxiao led me into the game hall on the street to play a basketball machine and a gopher machine for a while. At first, he was quite proud, but after playing too much, he felt bored, so he turned to push coins.
I tossed two coins, but the coin at the bottom didn't move, just wouldn't fall.
He gave me the game coins and let me try it.
I took a look at the coin structure stacked underneath and found the right time to drop a coin.
"Crash!" The stubborn structure collapsed in an instant, a large number of coins fell, and the openings under the game console kept spitting out coupons.
"A lot!" Shang Muxiao picked up a pile of exchange coupons on the ground, with a childish joy on his face.
After that, he asked me to try it twice. Although it was not as many as the first time, he also spat out a lot of exchange coupons, so that when he went to the counter with the amazing exchange coupons, he also attracted many children's onlookers.
"What gift do you want to exchange?" After counting the exchange coupons, the staff asked, pointing to the gift wall in the back row.
Shang Muxiao asked me to choose, I glanced at the points, then looked at the gift wall, and chose a glass milk pot.
Since the one at home was boiled by Shang Muxiao, I haven't had time to buy a new one. I just have it today, so I don't need to buy it again, just take it home.
Shang Muxiao took the bag handed over by the staff and walked out with me.
"I don't know why, I guessed that you would choose this before you opened your mouth." He shook the bag and looked in a particularly good mood. "I'm a little hungry. There's a nice restaurant in front of us. Let's go eat."
He ate some instant noodles all day, and it was six o'clock now, so he should be hungry.
I nodded and walked side by side with him, when I reached a crossroads, he suddenly stopped.
"Does that dog look ugly to you?"
He doesn't like to be called the little dog egg yolk, so he took the name "Ugly Ugly" and called it smoothly, and asked him to change it as if he didn't hear it. I didn't bother to correct him too many times.
Looking along his line of sight, I saw on the other side of the road, across the sea of people, there was a large bunch of hydrogen balloons floating in the air, among which was a small Shiba Inu, at first glance, it really looked like an egg yolk.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back." The green light happened, and he didn't wait for me to respond after he finished speaking, and walked across the road quickly.
Knowing that he was going to buy balloons made me a little funny, and sometimes I really felt as if he hadn't grown up yet.
I gasped at the palm of my hand and waited for him there for five or six minutes. His late arrival made me a little worried.
Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, followed by a panicked cry for help from the crowd.
"Hurry up, hurry up! The signboard fell, killing people!"
"Call 120, hurry up and call 120!"
Pedestrians hurried over there, and a yellow balloon floated into the sky little by little.
My heart suddenly tightened, and my mind was instantly filled with nameless panic.
Before I could make a phone call to confirm, I hurriedly controlled the wheelchair and went across the road with the crowd. But after crossing the crossing line, I found that there was no ramp on the opposite side of the upper street, and my wheelchair could not get up at all.
I stared at the hurdle, helpless and helpless.
What is so easy for ordinary people is so difficult for me. Just a small drop from the ground made me unable to move an inch and couldn't get to where I wanted to go.
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The title is from Natsume Soseki's "Puffy Poppy Grass", it's very important to read Weibo.