Because it is said that the taste makes people remember a long time.
I don't know if people who used to be friends with each other can remember that feeling.
However, it feels more abstract than anything.
There are no rules, no squares.
She was on his lap, drenched in the aroma of his ambergris and strong wine, bearing his domineering, body fluid and breath.
She likes that he is addicted to her.
Just not every other time, she opened her eyes and peeped at him.
Look at his hair like ink, eyes like jade.
When the roughness on his knuckles grasped her softness, she shuddered and suddenly thought of chasing, before she pulled away from him, he was one step ahead of her, pushing her away fiercely.
She fell awkwardly to the ground.
She fixedly looked at his frantic eyes, the bloodshot in his eyes.
"Where's your fiancé?" He raised his jaw slightly, holding her in contempt, his voice hoarse and cruel.
She wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth, stood up, and looked back at him coldly, "It's just each other. Isn't there still a woman lying in your room? Why did you touch me!"
"Oh, no, before that, you had an affair with your childhood sweetheart." She stared at him, word for word.
Long Feili was furious, his palms raised in mid-air, Zhu Qi was in grief, raised his chin and looked at him stubbornly.
There was a sudden urge to tell him everything.
For him it was years, for her it was days.
She is already very tired.
To accompany her most beloved person, she returned to him, wondering if his poison had been resolved, trying to find out his feelings for Chai Chai, and wanting to make a decision or start over with him,
But she was so powerless, every time she went to find and wait.
She walked to the table, pushed everything to the ground, listened to the crisp voice, sat down on the ground, lowered her head, and her eyes were full of tears.
But I thought, even if she could come back to him, who could erase what happened that day? After all, he still didn't believe her. No matter how nice he was to Nian Xuanji, it was because Xuanji couldn't survive and was angry, but he couldn't say it, couldn't say it.
Porcelain tiles and jade splashed on her boots, looking at her thin figure, except for the impetuousness that hovered in her heart, the sudden anger all disintegrated, and Long Feili actually found that he could no longer scold her.
She is just a little maid. He just met her for the first time tonight, and he has inexplicable feelings for her
He gritted his teeth and turned back into the interior.
Zhu Qi looked at the slightly stirring crystal beads and smiled bitterly in his heart, did he forget to drive her out.
She really wanted to go in and see Xuanji inside.
How would it feel to meet like this
Lingrui Palace.
Nishang closed her eyes gently - very subtle, but she was very awake, so she could hear clearly.
Holding a cool, thin body of water vapor, a strong arm gently stretched out to her neck and shoulders, bringing her into his arms.
Each time, her heart beat faster. for such intimacy.
This time, she was a little tired.
Her heart contracted more than when they were doing the most intimate things.
Because it is always exhausting to not be able to get it.
More than three years.
Not many times, but without interruption, he quietly got up in the middle of the night, left quietly, and returned gently.
She thought she knew where he went and who he met.
Of course, maybe she guessed wrong.
Is it guilt? Usually when he falls asleep, he rarely takes her into his arms.
But every time he came back in the middle of the night, he would always put her in his arms, so tender.
She suddenly didn't want to pretend to be asleep.
She gritted her teeth and sat up.
"Nishang?"
Beside him, he called her softly.
"My lord, did I wake you up?" she asked lightly.
After several years of marriage, she always called him Prince, and he did not ask her to change her words.
Perhaps, he never noticed this small name.
When Long Zijin called her, she would think of the emperor and Xuanji.
It was a thirst that she could never reach.
Perhaps, her marriage to him was originally a mistake.
Sometimes, wrong, what to do.
Some people set things right, some people do not regret it.
She might be the latter.
She thought in a daze, hearing his gentle voice pass by.
"What's the matter, have you had a nightmare?"
He gently hugged her into his arms.
If you don't sleep, how can you have a dream.
Without arguing, she curled up in his arms for a while before saying, "I want to go out for a walk."
His voice finally pierced into a hint of surprise, "Where are you going?"
"No, when I woke up, I couldn't sleep, I just wanted to go out for a walk, arguing with you is not good."
Nishang said, and broke out from the man's arms, "Go to sleep, I'll be back in a while."
She got dressed and got out of bed. Behind her, his voice was silent and did not stop her.