"I'll take a shower first."
Nan Yang let go of Qing Huan, pulled the long black hair that had slipped from his temples behind his ears, and wiped the drool on his earlobe with the back of his hand, leaving a glowing water mark.
Qing Huan could feel Nan Yang's abnormality. Her body was very hot. She had just hugged her waist, and even the temperature at her waist was scorching hot. Nanyang's skin is usually cold, if it burns to the point of burning her hands, it means that she is somewhat emotional.
She is a twenty-four-year-old adult, of course she understands the panic that flashed in Nanyang's eyes just now, and understands why she suddenly wants to take a bath.
Having said that, they were married after all, and they had been married for some time. In those days before, she never wanted anything to happen to her, because the two were not really together, they just used a fake marriage to disguise an awkward relationship. However, now that they are frank in their minds, hugged and kissed, should it be logical to proceed to the next step
Besides, she wants her.
Just tonight, she wants to get her.
She needs a further relationship to fill her heart. She needs to confirm her status as a wife to be sure that Nanyang will always be in her hands.
"Nanyang." Qing Huan summoned all the courage to stop her.
Nanyang closed the bathroom door, which was half closed, and turned around, his long black hair was coiled around his shoulders, and the end of his beautiful eyes were a little red: "Huh?"
"You... do you want to..." She still felt the difficulty of walking on thin ice when she really wanted to ask the words, the shyness buried in her bones always blocked her deep desire, "I..."
Nanyang just stood quietly, waiting for her to brew slowly.
Qing Huan finally asked in a very small voice: "Do you want to... with me?"
After Nanyang reflected the meaning of her words, he was stunned.
Qing Huan bit her lip and glanced away, forcing herself to finish the rest of the sentence, her voice was like a wilted mosquito humming in autumn: "We can try it... right?"
Nanyang's earlobes turned even redder, her fingers gripping the doorknob tightly, as if she was about to burn her skin into the metal handle. She looked away, staring at the tiles on the ground with the dim light on the ground, and suddenly recalled those nights when she was in bed with her three thousand years ago.
too long.
It's been a long time since I've had such a close relationship with her.
In the past three thousand years, she did not want to disturb her life, and she also had a firm principle in her heart, so no matter how close she was, she was always self-denying and abstinent, never going beyond the distance. At the most extreme, it is nothing more than kissing the eyes and kissing the tail. She didn't want to offend her, and she didn't want to make her have irreparable expectations of herself in those reincarnations where she couldn't make promises. She thought that she must be in the last life, and she can grow old with her in this life, and leave all the most intimate contacts to Qinghuan, who is her wife.
After all, in the concept of an ancient person like her, only after getting married can you do further things naturally.
And after doing those things, she must marry each other. This is also why she has carried the obsession of wanting to marry Qinghuan for three thousand years.
After she slept with her for the first time, she had made up her mind to marry her. If there were no mishaps, accidents and separations, they would have had a big marriage that the world envied.
In the past three thousand years, she has been Chen Chen Xiangyin, stuck to her original intention, and adhered to the principle of being responsible to Qing Huan, and never took another step that crossed the line. But obviously, abstinence for three thousand years, for a person who has already driven meat, most of the time is a relatively cruel thing.
Qing Huan's voice interrupted her gradually drifting thoughts: "Hurry up and wash."
Nanyang's ears were red, and he was silent for a while, then nodded and closed the door gently.
Sitting on the sofa, Qing Huan shook her dizzy head, regretting what she just said. Does Nanyang feel that he is too open? Does she feel that she is too slutty and does not understand restraint
After regret, more luck filled my heart. No matter what Nanyang thought of herself, she just nodded, and after half an hour, she would take a shower and come out with wet hair. It won't be long before she can hold her, kiss her, stroke her, and do all she wants with her.
But... she seems...
Qing Huan suddenly remembered that she didn't know what the two women should do.
She hurriedly glanced at the light in the bathroom, heard the faint sound of water, and hurriedly found her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and swiped up and down, and found that she had only one friend, Qi Yi, who was close enough to ask these things. .
She didn't care whether it was appropriate or not, she clicked on Qi Yi's avatar frame and started typing quickly, her fingertips flying like a butterfly dancing in the light and shadow.
"Xiao Yi, do you know what the two women do in bed?"
The fingertips paused, and then tapped again.
"Be specific, the more specific the better."
After waiting for three minutes, Qi Yi still did not reply, and even the words "the other party is typing" were not displayed on the top. Qing Huan waited more and more anxiously. When she was about to cut out the WeChat interface to search for herself, an unread message popped up in Cheng's dialog box tomorrow night.
She subconsciously clicked in.
It is a network disk link, the kind with extraction code.
Soon, tomorrow night, Cheng sent another message: "Master, this is a resource pack of 500 GB, you save it quickly, the link may not survive tomorrow. The first folder is from Europe and the United States, and the second file The folder is Japanese, the third folder is with the plot, the fourth folder is the TXT file, all of which are my personal collection, you learn slowly, be gentle with our ancestors, good night~[Bi Xin][ Bixin][bixin]"? ?
The message she sent to Qi Yi, why would Cheng reply to her tomorrow night
Is Cheng in Qi Yi's room tomorrow night
Or is Qi Yi in Cheng's room tomorrow night?
Qing Huan sat on the sofa in chaos.
After she finished the confusion, she remembered to click on the link and save the gift package that Cheng carefully prepared tomorrow night. She clicked on her online disk, and in a list of resources related to performance improvement and backups of past scripts, the top folder named "I Love Learning" took the top spot with a terrifying size of 500G. She pressed her lips tightly, clicked in, and hesitated at the interface of the four folders.
Nanyang had already finished washing, the bathroom door was opened, and accompanied by the steaming mist, she walked out slowly while wiping her hair.
After taking a shower, she changed into a loose cotton and linen white shirt and a pair of soft, fitted black wide-leg pants. The cotton and linen shirt has elegant wooden buttons, and each wooden button is also engraved with small and delicate plum patterns, accompanied by the more obvious body fragrance on her body after bathing, which makes people sink unconsciously at a glance.
I want to hold her, bite the button of her shirt, and smell the fragrant plum blossom around her neck.
Nanyang wiped his hair, sat sideways beside Qinghuan, glanced at her phone interface, "What are you looking at?"
Qing Huan quickly pressed the lock screen button and got up in a panic, "I'm going to take a bath."
"Um."
Nanyang didn't care much about Qinghuan's phone.
Qing Huan went into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer and put it by Nanyang's hand, blushing: "You blow your hair first, I'll wash it soon."
"Um."
Nanyang meekly picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, and blew his hair carefully.
When she raised her hand, Qing Huan saw from the unbuttoned neckline that she was wearing nothing in her shirt.
Qing Huan hurriedly returned to the bathroom and closed the door, suppressing her pounding heart, and after taking a long breath, she began to bluntly undress.
She washed it really quickly, and she didn't dry it much after washing, and there were still tiny drops of water on her back, so she hurriedly put on a clean apricot sweater. When he came out, Nanyang was still blowing his hair, and it was almost done.
Qing Huan stopped at the bathroom door, raised her hand and rubbed her hair, feeling a little embarrassed: "Actually I... I haven't had time to watch the tutorial just now."
Nanyang was stunned: "... tutorial?"
"Well," Qing Huan nodded embarrassedly, "A Cheng just sent me a lot of... I haven't had time to learn that kind of video."
Nanyang stayed for a long time before slowly nodding his head: "Hmm. Then...you learn more?"
Qing Huan picked up her mobile phone, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Go to bed and lie down, let's... watch together."
"it is good."
The two walked into the bedroom one after the other, and as before, lay down on one side and leaned against the head of the bed. In order to be able to see the phone screen at the same time, they were very close, with their arms close to each other, and Qing Huan could feel Nan Yang's ironed skin after taking a bath through the sweater and shirt.
Qing Huan casually clicked on a video, and when she saw the two protagonists above, her face flushed to the root of her neck.
Nanyang folded his arms in a leisurely manner and watched the people around him without saying a word.
The video is not long, only 20 minutes. There are all necessary processes, and the exposed parts are not coded. The details that need to be carried out fall into the eyes of those who need to learn.
I don't know when, Nan Yang's eyes moved from the phone screen to Qing Huan's face.
The way she watched the video carefully was the same as when she watched the ban seriously. The book looks exactly the same.
Was this kid always so inquisitive about this sort of thing
After watching this video, Qing Huan thought for a while, and felt that she had almost learned it, so she took the initiative to ask Nanyang: "Then... Do you want to be above or below?"
Nanyang was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "As you wish."
Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "Then you are on top."
"… Can."
Qing Huan added: "You're going to suffer from it."
Nanyang frowned slightly and looked at her for unknown reasons.
"I want you to feel comfortable," Qinghuan blushed and whispered, "but I'm afraid of crushing you, so... So you're on top of me, and I'll help you, okay?"
Nanyang's entire ears were flushing red from the neck to her neck. After a long time, she still nodded accommodatingly and answered Qing Huan.
Qing Huan turned off the light, lay down obediently, and looked at Nanyang beside him expectantly in the dark.
Nanyang raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Her own temperament is so cold, and the restrained and provocative action of unbuttoning her buttons has become a fatal temptation for her, just like a snow magnolia that has been budding on a cliff for thousands of years, and finally came for a traveler. The person who opened his own bones with his own hands, revealed each petal with water and dew in front of the person one by one, and performed a brilliant bloom that only happened once in his life.
After finishing the last one, Nan Yang sat up, put his hands on Qing Huan's side, straddled her knees on her waist, and leaned down.
She raised her head and stared at the regular patterns on the pillow towel, not blinking for a moment.
In a short time, the patterns gradually twisted and stirred into waves. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a layer of water mist floated under her eyes, mixed with the lines on the pillow towel that were still surging into water, supporting her to get lost in the drowning time and time again, and could never break free.
trembling.
toss.
damp.
fall.
The youthful movement was enough to soothe her heart that had been empty for three thousand years.
I don't know how long has passed.
It might be an hour, it might be two hours, and the bell tower in the distance seemed to be ringing a lot indistinctly.
The cold wind from the crack of the window blew in, picking up a piece of chocolate candy paper just peeled off from the desk.
Qing Huan squeezed the peeled chocolate and carefully stuffed it into the mouth of the woman lying on her body. The man on his body couldn't kneel for a long time, the whole body was weakly pressed down, the hair on his forehead and temples was all wet with sweat, and there was a little wet tears at the end of his eyes.
Nanyang contained the sweet and greasy chocolate, and even lost the strength to chew, so he could only let the cocoa butter slowly melt into water in his mouth.
"Are you okay?" Qing Huan kept stroking her black and soft long hair, her tone full of distress.
Nanyang pursed the sugar stain on his lips and hummed weakly.
"Did I study well?" Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang tightly, her voice soft and gentle, "Are you feeling well?"
"… Um."
She seemed to be able to produce such a simple tone from the depths of her throat.
Qinghuan smiled contentedly and rubbed the top of Nanyang's head, "I will learn better in the future."
Nanyang turned his face slightly and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes on Qing Huan's long curly hair.
"Light joy."
She called to her in a hoarse voice.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Qing Huan lowered her head and kissed the top of her hair.
Perhaps it was because she was in her arms at the moment, perhaps because reason was still blurred by the lingering aftertaste of confusion. She suddenly had the urge to tell her everything.
If you knew all the truth, would you still be willing to let me hold the slightest tenderness in your arms
"Qinghuan, do you believe in reincarnation?" Nanyang looked at the pattern on the pillow towel that had been restored to order, and his voice trembled slightly, "Do you believe it or not... I have met many of you?"
The corners of Qing Huan's lips twitched, and she tightened her arms on Nanyang's back, and whispered in her ear:
"What if you believe it, what if you don't believe it."
"… "
Nanyang turned his head and looked into those enchanting eyes in confusion, a doting smile suddenly came from his ears:
"There are a thousand of me in the world, and I will always hold you for this thousand."
Nanyang was stunned.
Her body instantly became stiff, and after a long time, under the constant caress of Qing Huan, she slowly eased down.
She tightened the hand that hugged Qing Huan's neck, buried her face deeply into Qing Huan's neck socket, and bit her teeth against the neckline of the knitted sweater on Qing Huan's body.
After a long while, cold tears silently fell on the skin of the two people who were close to each other.