"call-"
Mu Sinian moved to the wheelchair and personally went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and wipe it for her. After several trips, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Throwing the towel into the sink for the last time, Mu Sinian leaned close to the back of the chair, staring blankly at the bright incandescent lamp.
After being satisfied, it was a long time of emptiness.
The feeling of powerlessness came to him again, and Mu Sinian was powerless. He supported his body with the last trace of strength and slid down from the wheelchair, just so straight, lying on the cold floor.
The floor was cold, and in winter, through the shirt, it irritated his skin.
The first is the fingers, then the arms, and finally—
The whole body is not his own, except for the head, all the positions below the neck have lost consciousness and control.
Tick, tick, tick—
The sound of water dripping in the silent bathroom was especially pronounced on the unclosed sink. He blinked blankly and gritted his teeth tightly. In any case, he could not have an accident on this day—
Mu Sinian knew that he was still selfish. What it meant for a girl for the first time was self-evident, but he was too greedy after all.
He thought that if God wanted to take him away one day, Mu Sinian wanted to completely embrace the girl once. It is said that the girl was very impressed by the person who took her for the first time, and Mu Sinian wanted to be the one carved on her soul.
So selfish—
Mu Sinian laughed sarcastically, even he thought he was too much.
Mu Sinian thought that Su Kui was asleep, but did not realize that when he entered the bathroom and did not return for a long time, she woke up with heavy eyelids.
The air-conditioning in the room is warm and comfortable, and her face still has the aftertaste of love. Su Kui sat up from her **** with a complicated expression, looking towards the closed bathroom, without saying a word for a long time.
The bathroom was very quiet, there was no sound of water, and no human voices.
She pinched her fingers tightly, she didn't go in, and just sat quietly with a thin quilt. The two lovers who had just had each other, at this moment, one was lying on the cold floor, and the other was sitting on the big horn.
Until, the hour hand slowly pointed to two o'clock in the morning.
At this time, it had already been an hour and a half since Mu Sinian entered. This time, it seemed to be extraordinarily long. The blood was churning for a moment, and he almost couldn't help but want to rush in, and then bring him out.
But Su Kui knew that the other party didn't want her to find out that this was his last insistence.
When Su Kui suppressed his desire to rush into the bathroom for the tenth time, a slow voice finally came from inside.
Her heart seemed to fall back to her original place in an instant. She turned her head and looked at the tall buildings outside the French windows. The neon lights were still there, but she was completely lost in sleepiness.
Mu Sinian packed up, pushed her wheelchair out, and raised her eyes to see the girl opened her eyes sleepily, yawning and asking him what time it was.
The tone was soft, with a little hoarse, unknowingly coquettish appearance, at that moment, Mu Sinian even wanted to cry.
He curled his eyebrows and smiled, "It's two forty, a few hours before dawn. Let's go to sleep."
"Yeah—" Su Kui lazily rubbed the pillow, patted his side with his right hand, and murmured: "Sleep together."
"Okay," Mu Sinian nodded, went to bed carefully and lay down beside her. Feeling his approach, Su Kui spontaneously got into his arms, found a comfortable posture, and closed his eyes.