Since the separation, I seem to have been afraid to think of her for a long time. Because fear will affect your behavior, it will affect your actions. In the restricted area of Beijing, I cannot but be careful everywhere.
The delicate and charming face of Xiao Shiyi appeared in my mind. Her frown, her smile, her amorous feelings, and her soft call to me 'not true' can all affect my emotions.
I was terrified of seeing her, and even more terrified of thinking of her.
Because seeing her is a kind of bitter joy, thinking of her is a kind of sweet torture.
But at this moment of relaxation, I can't help but think of her.
Unconsciously, I will think of the poem I don't know where I read it, so I use it to write to her.
I miss you when I'm sad, as I miss the sun in winter.
I miss you when I'm happy, like the shade of a tree under the sun.
I miss you when I am in Anqing, just like I miss music in loneliness.
I think of you when it rains, just as I think of peace beside the hustle and bustle.
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'Heartless man'!
Aunt Xiaoshi's expression when she parted reappeared in front of me, as if I pushed her away with my own hands.
There were a lot of things we didn't say between us. Because I always run away at the most critical time.
I know that as long as I speak my heart out, my aunt will be a thousand and ten thousand to me. But I can't tell. I have too many people I can't let go of, too many things that haven't been resolved. Just because of our seniority, I can't even pass the level of Master and Grand Master.
Every time I recall the last look she gave me, it suffocates me.
I'm probably doomed to die alone in my life.
"What are you doing here, wake up."
I felt as if someone was shaking me.
I leaned my back against the wall, lowered my head, and said in a daze, "Who is it?" I opened my eyes slightly.
In front of him stood a girl in white.
She had a small snow-white face the size of a slap, with two big eyes like pearls inlaid on it. With curved eyebrows and two thin lips, as soon as she opened her mouth, she revealed a delicate softness from the inside out. Especially the eyes, a pair of charming eyes that seem to be able to speak. It seems that any look can evoke a man's deepest desire buried in his heart.
Foxy! I can only think of these three words.
The woman who smashed her into pieces and swallowed her as soon as she saw each other, was it not a vixen
At this moment, I was a little lost. I don't know where the urge was born, and I grabbed her delicate little hand.
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
"Little aunt?"
They are clearly completely different people. But I vaguely saw the shadow of my aunt in those tender eyes.
"what happened to you?"
Her eyes blinked slightly, and I seemed to see the little aunt in front of me.
So I gently took her into my arms.
"Little aunt... you're here."
"What auntie? I, I'm not a woman..."
Afterwards, I kind of don't understand why I did this. Is it because I haven't touched a woman for too long? Or is it because of the bursts of pain in the chest looking for a touch of tenderness
Or, at this time, the master said 'pushed her! ' caused by echoing in the heart.
I don't know what's wrong with me, it's like I'm suddenly possessed, my body and my mind are out of control. As if from the first time I saw this girl, I couldn't control myself.
I pulled the girl, hugged her in my arms, aimed at her delicate petal-like lips, and kissed her.
The girl in her arms was terrified, and her face turned red as if she was drunk because of fear or shyness. She pushed me away with all her might, but I used brute force to press her against my chest. She struggled and resisted intensely, but gradually became weaker and weaker. The flower-like lips were softer, hotter, and moister, as if every breath could burn someone, and every painful twitch between my eyebrows stirred my confused nerves.
I clearly saw her cry. But even her tears made me feel beautiful. The slowly sliding teardrops are like dew dripping from flowers, which makes people feel a kind of natural refreshing.
For a long time, until the girl in front of me panted softly and looked at me with a hazy gaze, and I also looked at her in confusion.
There was some kind of atmosphere brewing between us.
I clearly smell the sour smell of love.
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As time goes by, I seem to feel that the sour smell is getting bigger and bigger, and the big one is even a bit irritating...
I looked up and saw that the small south gate behind it seemed to be open.
Looking at the small south gate, I seem to see that the door of the latrine used by the palace maids and eunuchs is also open.
Nonsence!
I said why the sour smell of love has a smell of tofu and rotten winter melon in it.
My dazed brain suddenly woke up from the nightmare-like confusion, and shouted: "Who is it that he doesn't close the door after going to the hut!"
Chapter 17 The process of falling in love with fear
The smell of the thatched hut made me feel a little calmer.
By the time I fully realized what I was doing, it was time to hold this position for a long time.
When the blood in my head subsided, I regained consciousness.
Ok
what did I do
What did I do to the girl I met for the first time, I hurriedly let go of her.
The girl in my arms seems to have been tortured by me to such an extent that she was leaning against my chest as soft as if she had lost her lumbar bones. I felt refreshed and in good shape. The uncomfortable feeling just now disappeared.
This is not good, what did I do just now, why is this style so afterthought!
After she regained some strength, she immediately pulled away.
I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I, I..." I clumsily tried to explain that I just thought you were another girl two generations above me, and I was so confused that I couldn't hold it back.