The ship carrying Tristan and Isolde swayed in the wind and waves.
The drug of love catalyzed everything, making them disregard etiquette, abandon their enmity, and only have each other in their eyes.
I was like a mustard boat, floating and sinking in the wind and waves given by Shang Muxiao, struggling to survive.
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Isolde, who couldn't hold back his longing, sent a signal to finally meet Tristan in the garden.
The fire of love ignited the two of them. In the dark of the night, the gorgeous duet was louder than louder, accompanied by surging music. It was the ultimate joy, the ecstasy of desire, and the desperate pursuit of love.
Even if the dawn is approaching, even if this love is not tolerated by the world, taking advantage of the undisturbed dark night, I have to fight to the death and exhaust every ounce of energy.
A night of love that made Tristan and Isolde one, willing to die for it.
In the excited and high singing, I felt in a trance that it seemed that I was going to die in the next moment.
Die in this love, die in this night.
At 7:56, he woke up in a daze and found himself in the arms of Shang Muxiao.
I earned my money, reached for my phone, and turned off the alarm ahead of time.
Shang Muxiao was disturbed by me, his hands were still on my waist, his face was buried in the pillow, and he said in a less sober tone: "Why did you get up before it was dawn..."
I glanced at the dimly lit curtains and broke his hand.
"I have class at nine o'clock."
He didn't move, it seemed that he only woke up briefly, and soon fell asleep again.
Picking up the clothes on the ground and putting them on, this was a fairly easy process for me, but today is a bit more difficult than usual.
Although I lost sensation in my lower body, the nerves in my lower back were still functioning normally, and I was not able to adapt to the pain caused by overuse for a while.
Get a change of clothes, move to the bathroom, I'm going to take a shower. Because I was so tired from last night to the end, I didn't do the cleaning again, and I always felt sticky on my body.
The hot water washed over the body, and when I took a closer look under the light, I found that there were traces of bruising everywhere, especially the two legs...
How hard was he grasping. I sighed and decided not to believe Shang Muxiao's nonsense next time.
Said once, the result again and again. Totally trapped me in bed because I couldn't escape.
Almost thought I was going to die.
After washing my lower body roughly, I felt a little tingling, but I didn't pay much attention to it. After taking a shower and changing his clothes, seeing that Shang Muxiao was still asleep, he closed the door lightly and left.
After two classes in the morning, I started to feel something was wrong. My thinking is slowing down. In winter, I don't wear more clothes than usual, but I feel hot for no reason.
Even Yu Xixi could see that I was not in good condition, so he touched my forehead with his palm, making sure that I had a fever.
This is incredible. She hurriedly brought a fever-reducing tablet for me to eat, filled the thermos cup with hot water, and even alerted Director Dong to ask me for leave.
I feel okay, it should be less than 38 degrees, just a little low-grade fever, I feel that I can persist. But Yu Xixi and Director Dong didn't think so, and they almost drove me home.
When I got home, Shang Muxiao was no longer there, so he should have gone to class.
Just driving home, my waist became more and more sore, and my exhaled breath seemed to be hot.
I wanted to sleep for a while, but thinking about all kinds of bodily fluids rubbing against the bed last night, I couldn't help but take out clean sheets to change.
As soon as I lifted the quilt, I saw a lot of "criminal evidence", as well as a dark brown piece that looked like blood...
I hurriedly opened my eyes, and after changing the new sheets, it seemed that I had used up the last bit of energy, and I fell asleep on the bed.
I didn't know how long I had slept, but I was awakened by nightmares and the pain in my bones, and it was dark outside.
I have forgotten the content of the dream, but I still can't stop my heart palpitating and fear. I glanced at my phone, it was six o'clock, and there was no message or call.
I pursed my lips and took the initiative to call Shang Muxiao.
After a few beeps, the other end picked up and it sounded like it was outside.
"Hey?"
"Where are you?" My voice was hoarse, probably because of the fever.
Shang Muxiao chuckled and said, "I just finished eating and was about to call you when you called. Are you home yet?"
I didn't mention my fever, I just said "um" softly.
"Then stop cooking, wait a minute, I'll bring you takeout."
I pressed the phone closer to my ear, smiled and said, "Okay."
Men are really vulgar creatures in essence, it's clearly just the past night, but with a physical relationship, it seems that everything is different.
However, it is difficult to count this "abnormality", which is difficult to describe. If I have to say it, it's probably - I've become greedy. So greedy that he even wanted to have his time.
Lying on the bed for another half an hour, when I woke up, my body was so soft that I almost fell into a wheelchair. My face in the mirror was bloodless, I rubbed my face and tried to look healthy, but failed.
While waiting, the phone rang, it was Shang Muxiao's call.
I picked it up and, of course, asked where he was.
He was silent, and said apologetically, "My sister suddenly asked me something, and I'm going to her place. Dinner has already been ordered for a flash delivery, and it should arrive soon. Remember to eat it well."
It would be a lie to say no. The smile on the corners of my lips is hard to maintain, and I can only say something different from his heart where he can't see it.
"Well, you go."