After dinner, I have been lying at the window looking at Yankongshan's house.
Normally, I should probably be a little more nervous and reserved, but the truth is, I was so excited that my palms were sweating.
By ten o'clock, I was going to fall asleep, and the next door finally opened from the inside.
Yankongshan hooked the glass wind chime in his hand and hung it under the eaves with hooks. Then he looked at it for a long time, but never stopped. It seems that he is also hesitant to know if it is right to hang it out again.
I see, you can't take it back anymore!
When I clenched my fists and almost shouted at him, he finally withdrew his hand and turned back to the house.
My dangling heart fell back to its original place, and I quickly ran downstairs. Grandpa was watching TV in the living room. The fight was tragic. He was so absorbed in it that he didn't notice me at all.
Even though I moved a little louder, he shouldn't be able to hear me, but I still acted like a thief, quietly went to the door, opened the door quietly, and slipped out quietly.
Pushing open the courtyard gate of Yankongshan's house, I came under the eaves. Like Yankongshan, I stared at the wind chime for a long time before carefully removing it.
I don't care what kind of mood he has in hanging the wind chimes. Since he claims to be a mature adult, he can't lie and deceive children.
Ring the doorbell, hands behind your back. The midsummer evening wind was frizzy, like a social animal who had just finished eating hot pot and drinking with someone, and walked home drunk and angry all the way. While walking, they scold the leaders for mental retardation.
Her hair was already dry, and it was blown forward by the wind behind her, and it landed on her cheeks in a mess, some blocking her eyes.
It's been a long time since I cut my hair, so let's cut it short before the military training starts.
With that in mind, the door opened. Yankongshan appeared behind the door and stared into my eyes without saying a word. After an afternoon of precipitation, his mood value returned to normal white again, but it was only 68, which was not high.
It should be difficult for someone to maintain comfort under his gaze.
I lowered my eyes and handed him the wind chime behind me.
He took it silently, and it was like a ticket inspector who received a movie ticket, sideways out of the way for one person to pass through, and allowed me to enter.
I entered the room and consciously sat down on the sofa.
Yankongshan casually threw the wind chimes at the entrance door, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
"What would you like to drink?"
In fact, I really wanted to tell him to hurry up and go straight to the subject, for fear that when the heat in his mind faded, he would suddenly regret it. But when I think about it, this is really uninteresting, and it seems that I am very anxious.
Although my coveting for him started with beauty, it was indeed more than beauty.
"Sprite is fine."
Yankongshan came over with a can of Sprite not long after, and when he came to me, his index finger hooked the pull tab, and he completely opened the can before placing it on the coffee table in front of me.
He's always been a particularly gentleman in this regard.
I mean, I took that can of Sprite, took a sip, and put it back on the coffee table.
The sweet and sour taste spread on the lips and teeth, and the metal can and the wooden coffee table made a light "click". If there was a scene, this might be the sound of gongs and drums that heralded the "start".
I looked up at Yankong Mountain, and everything was silent.
He let out a long sigh and sat down beside me. White's mood dropped by two more than at the beginning.
"Yu Mian, have you made up your mind?"
I should ask you this, you look like you are going to be forced to be a prostitute by the evil young master.
"Well, think about it." I nodded slightly, "Come on."
He hesitated a little, raised his hands, put them on my shoulders, and brought his face closer.
The breath of the other person was getting closer and closer, and I was so nervous that I forgot to even blink and sat there with my back straight, waiting for the first kiss of my life.
But Yankongshan suddenly stopped at this moment, and he pulled away from me with a bit of frustration, as if cursing a little.
"What the hell am I doing..."
The fingers on my shoulders gradually loosened, and the distance between me and him became wider.
At a time like this, no man would be sensible, would he
It's almost that much, I've been looking forward to it for so long, and I've been looking forward to it since the first time I saw him. Even if it's just a kiss, it's the perfect end to my summer delusions.
"Do what makes me happy." I grabbed his shirt collar, smiled at him, and pressed my lips to him before he could react.
His lips were a little cold, with a hint of mint.
The hand on my shoulder that was about to be released suddenly tightened, so strong that it even made me feel a little bit of pain.
I didn't know how to kiss, and I didn't dare to stick my tongue into his mouth, so I just kept lip to lip without any extra movement.
How long should a kiss theoretically last? There doesn't seem to be a clear answer.
It seemed like only a few seconds had passed, I felt enough, as a first kiss, it was a good memory. So he loosened his fingers and straightened up, intending to step back.
Yankong Mountain is really nice, like a cool mint. I couldn't help it, and when I finally separated from him, I licked his lips lightly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see a smear of yellow floating on the top of Yankong Mountain. I wanted to see it more clearly, but someone suddenly pulled my shoulders hard, and the next second, a stronger mint smell rushed to my face.
Compared with the same kissing that I played at home, Yankong Mountain is completely carnivorous, and it won't let go when it is caught. The soft tongue swept domineeringly across my mouth, scavenging my saliva, as if I wanted to eat me from the tongue.
I was robbed of my breath and strength by him, and the fog gradually built up in front of me, and I grabbed his clothes helplessly, like a drowning person desperately grabbing a driftwood.
Is this kissing
Although it is very comfortable, why does it feel a little scary
"Um..." Especially when I was bitten by his tongue and pulled back to my side in fear, and he coaxed me to come out again, only to be bitten by him again.
I couldn't help but retreat, and quietly pressed a big hand on the back of my neck, firmly fixing my neck, not allowing me to dodge a little bit.
Eh? Is this style of Yankongshan in bed
He kneaded the back of my neck, groping for the connection between the bones and the bones.
The neck is the Achilles heel of many creatures. When lions, cheetahs and other beasts prey on their prey, they always bite their necks until the prey is dead. Therefore, from the biological instinct, the prey is always very sensitive to the behavior of touching the neck.
I shivered uncontrollably, the fog in front of me was heavier, and the struggle became weaker, like a poor antelope that had been bitten by the throat and had used up all its strength to escape.
In the end, I was confused as to how the kiss ended. I was already lying on the sofa when I regained my senses. Yan Kongshan looked down at me, breathing a little too quickly, and was putting the messy hair behind my ears for me.
"Are you okay?" He straightened up, his voice a few degrees deeper than usual, rubbing his fingertips against my earlobe.
I was like dementia, breathing heavily, and it took me a long time to figure out what he meant.
"Ah, very good." It was a bit of a drain on energy.
The voice hadn't settled down yet, and there was still a little blur in front of my eyes. My vision suddenly stopped, and it was fixed on the top of Yankong Mountain.
Nothing, no color, no value.
This situation has not happened in eight years.
I blinked and looked at it again.
"On your head..."
There are no words to describe the shock in my heart. I sat up abruptly, wanting to find someone to see it again, but my reason told me that it would be rude for me to get up and go like this.
"On the head?" Yankongshan looked up at the ceiling, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." I was confused in my head, but I tried to convey my meaning as much as possible, which made my words become topsy-turvy, like an over-excited person, "I, I think it's okay to come every day in the future? Old time and old place, until I start school. Then, can I go back to the bookstore? I don’t want the book, and I don’t want the money, I just take the reward… just take the one just now. But you can’t kiss for that long, I’ll be out of breath gas, it will deprive the brain of oxygen…”
So is it because of cerebral hypoxia
…Is my head alright
I was completely immersed in the problems of my own mind, and this worry even overshadowed the physical and psychological shock caused by Yankongshan's kiss.
Without waiting for Yankongshan to answer, I stood up and walked straight to the door: "I, I'll go first."
When passing through the entrance, it was obvious that the brain was in a state of shutdown, but it was still very smooth, and without thinking about it, I put the wind chime in my head and ran away.
When he opened the door and returned home, Grandpa was still watching the TV series. With the ups and downs of the plot, the mood value above his head would be red and blue for a while.
I looked at him blankly with the wind chimes in hand, feeling a little dazed for a while.
I can still see it... Then why did the Yankong Mountain disappear
Because we kissed? Or because we exchanged saliva? ? Or, because I was kissed to the brain hypoxia? ?
"I'm so pissed that I actually betrayed the revolution! This traitor!" Grandpa slapped his thigh, and the crisp sound of meat instantly brought me back to my senses.
I hurriedly lowered my waist, like when I sneaked out, and then crept upstairs.
Back in my room, I locked the door, threw the wind chime on the table, then opened the floor fan, lay on the mat and started to let the whole person empty.
Forget it, let’s put the synaesthesia thing aside for now, it’s not in a hurry anyway.
I changed my posture, lying on the mat like a salted fish, burying my face in the pillow, and the scorching heat burned from my face to my neck and ears.
Amazing…
I actually kissed Yankongshan, and he was pressed on the sofa until I was out of breath and almost thought I was going to die.
This kiss still tastes cool lemonade!
My calves flexed and kicked merrily like propellers, and I buried my screams and laughter under my pillow.
Kicking and kicking, I suddenly thought that I left without saying a decent word, and the propeller stopped and fell to the ground. Turning over and staring at the dim ceiling, I thought without worry... Yankong Mountain, will I feel "pulling my tongue and being ruthless"
In fact, I just wanted "one" kiss at the beginning, and I didn't know how to say the nonsense after that. I was so advanced that I wanted a kiss every day.
And he stole his wind chimes back...
There was heat on my face again, but it was a completely different shame than before.
Hey... I sighed inwardly and closed my eyes.
Maybe subconsciously, I'm still unwilling to end it like this.