When Song Nineteen woke up, it was already bright, and Li Shiyi was still holding her in his arms. She was resting on Li Shiyi's arm. Before she could make her consciousness follow the footsteps of the sun, she felt a wonderful touch in the palm of her hand.
It was like a piece of soft cloth with water in it, filling the gaps between her fingers fully and plentifully, supporting her hand into a semicircle.
The dry heat came out of her ears, and her heartbeat was not very regular. She wanted to take her hand away, but when she was raising her wrist, she felt that the softness was slightly bumped, which made her very reluctant.
She held her breath and raised her eyelashes, and Li Shiyi breathed evenly, as if he still didn't wake up. Song Nineteen thought for a while, then boldly moved his cheeks in Li Shiyi's arms, opened his hands a bit, tightly wrapped them, and then squeezed lightly.
She couldn't help but scolded a very unladylike swear word in her heart.
The turbulent breathing affected her heartbeat, but she did not stop. She stroked her fingers, and a strange and subtle change occurred in the palm of her hand. The submissive defense turned into a firm counterattack, confronting the entangled curve of her palm.
This feeling is too subtle, desire has a fulcrum, and has a center.
Li Shiyi's eyelashes were fanned, and the shadows under her eyes remained calm. She held her breath and took Song Shijiu's actions as per the list. When her heartbeat was about to reveal a flaw, she moved the hand that was on her pillow, and hooked her five fingers back. , touched her soft earlobe.
Song Nineteen was guilty of being a thief, and immediately put his hand back on Li Shiyi's waist.
Li Shiji's fingers wandered unconsciously, stroking back and forth along Song Shijiu's jaw line, and after he was about to wake up, he shook the shadow under his eyes and asked her, "Awake? "
Song Nineteen buried his head between her warm and fragrant neck, muffled "um", then turned over and got out of bed, went out to get some water and came back to freshen up.
She moves diligently and skillfully, but she lowered her head all the way and didn't dare to look at Li Shiyi. For some reason, she was so lingering on the bed just now. When she got out of bed, she adjusted her clothes, as if she had also adjusted the love threads that had been left on the ground, which made her a little nervous. , and some inexplicable alienation.
When she was not with Li Shiyi, she felt that she was very familiar with her and could do any intimate thing in the world, but when she was really in one place, she felt that it was not enough, so that she was not confident enough. Which side of her did Li Shiyi like, and which expression should be the cutest and most graceful when he wakes up in the morning.
She thought while twisting the handkerchief, when she heard Li Shiyi get out of bed tired, and walked towards her with his slippers on.
She gave her a seat and didn't block her from washing, but Li Shiyi stopped behind her, hugged her by the waist with his arms horizontally, resting his chin on her neck, but then walked to the side and leaned over. Wash your face.
Her movements were casual and natural, and short enough to seem unnecessary, but Song Nineteen knew that she was comforting her. A small, warm reassurance was delivered at the right time.
Song Nineteen lowered his head and bit the corner of his mouth, revealing a soft, unobviously sweet smile.
As soon as the two of them changed their clothes, they heard the youngest Tu knocking on the door. Li Shiyi opened the door. Seeing him, he hurriedly said, "Nineteen is gone. I just knocked on the door for a while, and..."
He paused, his facial features seemed to be in salute, and he opened his mouth to look at Song Nineteen who appeared behind Li Shiyi.
A Yin and A Luo, who had just caught up, stood at the corner of the stairs, holding the railing and pestle in the center.
Li Shiyi closed the door, pulled Song Shijiu out, greeted the two on the stairs, and the four walked down together. Arrow slowed his steps and looked back meaningfully. Li Shiyi responded with a leisurely challenge. eyebrow.
Aro smiled and tilted his head slightly.
After a few people had breakfast, they sat in one place to discuss the waste of money. Song Nineteen was watering the flowers in the garden. Her mood was still very unstable. Eleven called her softly, and she came back to her senses, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and bent her mouth with her reluctantly.
She looked at Li Shiyi's frowning brows unconsciously, feeling extremely annoyed, she secretly shouted cheers a hundred times, and did some morning exercises in the yard to keep fit, before returning to the living room to flip through the books.
Li Shiyi leaned on the stairs to talk to Arrow, and occasionally cast a glance at Song Nineteen. When Song Nineteen met her gaze, his eyes lit up, and when he looked at her back, his eyes darkened again.
Li Shiyi felt her fluctuations sensitively. After explaining a few words, when everyone dispersed, he walked to the sofa, took her hand and sat down next to her. Song Shijiu leaned against her and listened to her reading. .
The cold voice was high and low in the living room. Mr. Tu cleaned the corridor and passed by. He glanced inside and saw that Li Shiyi was surrounded by her, and she shrank in Li Shiyi's arms.
"Huh." Mr. Tu felt numb and instinctively pulled the corners of his mouth down. He didn't know if the sun was shining just right, or if Li Shiyi's voice was too sweet, but he felt a little warm. He leaned against the door. After watching it for a while, I thought about my mother-in-law and Tu Sishun again, digging my eye sockets and bowing my head and left.
The sound of high heels came from upstairs, Song Nineteen moved his shoulders involuntarily, Li Shiyi let go of her, spread out Erlang's legs, and said, "I'm going to cook."
For lunch, I made a table quite richly, with short ribs braised to the bone, boiled beef with hot oil, cabbage with vinegar and vinegar, and a cold cut chicken. A Yin looked at the dishes that Song Nineteen loved to eat, and his heart was a little complicated.
Song Nineteen still had nothing to say, and ate in small bites. Li Shiyi hadn't cooked for a long time, so he didn't have much appetite after passing the fumes, so he put down his chopsticks and spoke to Arrow on the side.
Through the high and low china, from A Yin's point of view, I can see her serious face, and I can see her right hand under the table, holding Song Nineteen's left hand, playing with her. finger.
Rao was mentally prepared, but A Yin's heart was still sour, as if the vinegar of the cabbage was pouring into his heart, it turned out that being Li Shiyi's other half was actually a thousand times happier than she thought. But she was born with a cheap bone. The more uncomfortable she was, the more she wanted to take another look. She looked at it, and suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness in Li Shiyi's small movements.
She found that Li Shiyi was kneading Song Shijiu's finger pads over and over again, like a child with no rules.
She began to feel that Li Shiyi had been waiting for this company for too long, and she had been alone for too long, so long that she was calm on the surface, but she still couldn't restrain a little anxiety in her heart.
She sighed, thinking that was fine.
The afternoon was very long, and the five bucks went out to buy with the youngest Tu. Li Shili practiced a few talismans in front of the desk, and Song Shijiu was beside her to grind cinnabar for her. After practicing for half an hour, she was very sleepy and fell asleep again. I felt that when I woke up again, it was already twilight. A few people simply ate the meal, and then broke up after talking for a while.
The bell struck the ninth, heralding the coming of the long night.
The house was very dry, and the heat wave of Autumn Tiger was the most annoying. Ayin threw the silk on his hips, slammed the heels of his shoes, and walked back and forth a few steps, then turned his head and said to Aro, "I'll be with you again. Just tell a joke."
The ink from the tip of Arrow's pen dripped onto the rice paper and smudged. She looked at the ink idea and said, "Okay."
A Yin tilted his head, winked, and told the vulgar jokes impatiently: "It is said that a lama came from the south."
Arro raised the corner of his mouth, saw that she didn't write for a while, and asked her, "Then what?"
A Yin was wilted, and spread her hands: "I'm dumb."
She really had no choice. Li Shiyi said that he wanted to catch the wasted, and let her and Aro do some happy things in the house to lure him out, and then the rest of the people would catch him outside. The anecdote of scouring the intestines and scraping the belly was told cleanly, and the gossip that was treasured over the years was also repeated, laughing, laughing and making trouble, but this little devil was very sophisticated, and he didn't come to the door.
She leaned back on her waist and looked at the fruit bowl, took a deep breath, and prepared to laugh again, but heard Aro say softly, "Sit down."
She tilted the brush in her hand and clicked on the teacher's chair opposite. She wanted to tell A Yin that if the two of them sat and chatted, they would be able to accumulate joy and take it slow.
A Yin glanced at her, and Da Lala sat opposite her, fanning the wind with silk: "Isn't it funny?"
Erlang's legs swayed, like an impatient cat.
"It's kind of funny," Aro said. But I don't know if it's a joke or Ayin.
Ayin was dissatisfied, her index finger rested on her forehead for a moment, she squinted at Aruo's beautiful cheeks, and raised her eyebrows tenderly, "I'll tell you one more thing."
A Luo nodded, saw A Yin put his fingers around the table, walked to her side, sat down on her lap, and put a pair of jade arms around her slender neck, while ruffling her hair, while saying: "It is a fight. A Luo came from the north, and A Yin came from the south."
Her forehead was against Aro's, and her voice was as coquettish as her eyes, not like a joke, but like a flirt.
Aro put down the pen and looked into her eyes: "Then what?"
Then.
A Yin pressed her head gently, stuck out her pointed chin, and covered her lips.
A Luo's back stiffened a little, then softened in A Yin's tenderness, and climbed up from her waist with his hands to support her back.
One second, two seconds, three seconds. The breath is intertwined, and the lips and teeth are spring.
In the faint scent of her daughter, she heard the youngest Tu shouting happily outside: "Caught!"
A Yin's eyes moved, and she let go of the lips that nibbled at A Luo, her eyes were red and bright, her eyes narrowed, and they were slightly blurred.
There was a lot of noise outside, but Ayin had no intention of going out at all. She hesitated to pass the tasted mouth fat to A Luo's ear, Rulan's breath made everything quiet.
"So, I kissed you, and you were so happy."
Better than listening to a thousand brilliant gossips, better than her telling 10,000 jokes.
She put her hand on Aro's chest, feeling the fiery throbbing inside. She looked at her as if she saw some hidden emotions exposed.
Aro looked back calmly. A Yin felt that her eyes became a drop of water, and she fell into the center of her heart lake with a thud, which was insignificant, but she really heard it.