There is more than a week left, and the autumn will be deeper. The sky is high and the clouds are wide, which is always refreshing, but in Song Nineteen, this is not the case.
She was very concerned about the promise that Li Shiyi made after "getting better", but Li Shiyi didn't mention it at all, as if he forgot.
Song Nineteen was not a very thoughtful girl, but when Li Shiyi didn't touch her late, she couldn't help but feel some frustration. She wanted to be very close to Li Shiyi, and she took it for granted that if Li Shiyi Eleven really likes her and should have the same idea.
If Li Shiyi really likes her.
Waiting to be crumbling, like spoilage, makes all fresh cognitions grow suspiciously fluffy.
Song Nineteen sat down at the table after taking a shower, reaching out to touch the lamp on the wooden table, the glass lampshade was hot, she touched it, and then retracted it.
Li Shiyi entered the room, with the scent of saponin, walked past her, only glanced briefly, and held a clean and soft cotton towel in his hand. She sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and carefully folded the towel into the shape of a tofu block, put it on her lap for a while, and then put it on the pillow.
She stared at the towel, then reached out and stroked the corner.
Finally, he looked up at Song Nineteen and patted the vacant seat beside him: "Come here."
Her clear eyes were dazzled in the light, like the wine that Song Nineteen had carefully observed that day, making people drunk without tasting it.
Song Nineteen walked over and sat beside her. She seemed to be being held by Li Shiyi's eyes. She just stared at her and didn't know what to say.
Li Shiyi reached out and pulled out her hair, which was tucked in her nightgown. The end of her hair carried Song Shijiu's body temperature and body fragrance. She touched the residual warmth, moved her throat, smiled, and then tilted her head to kiss. live her.
A premonition came to him, and it was Li Shiyi's uncontrollable brows that dominated him.
Song Nineteen was kissed by her on the bed, and her hand was gently pressed against the side of the pillow. Her lips and teeth were under control, so she could only squeeze Li Shiyi's fingers nervously. Those fingers were long, delicate and well-defined. She stroked them over and over, kneading them lightly and hard.
She couldn't let go of Li Shiji's fingers, and Li Shiyi couldn't let go of her. She sucked Song Shiji's neck, bit her chin lightly, and kissed all her sweetness like a prairie fire, not letting go of a single bit. .
In the numbness of the touch, Li Shiyi pulled out the hand held by Song Nineteen, and wrapped the tender softness in return. No, she was even more arrogant, she pushed aside the blocking fabric and took possession of it resolutely.
She lowered her head and slowly pushed the softness in her hand up, her thin lips wandering back and forth at the bottom of the snowy mountain, her slowness and slowness became the best aphrodisiac, and even the most complacent little girl was impatient.
Song Shijiu was at a loss and could only groan weakly. She didn't know why Li Shiyi was able to tug at her heartstrings so accurately. She saw Li Shiji calmly picking up the red plums on the peak of the snowy mountain in her tears. Stir up a pool of spring water.
Kissing is the most tireless action, and it is also the least afraid of the distant footsteps of the journey, walking from the top of the mountain to the stream.
Li Shiyi finally took the whole night in his pocket. Her sweetheart is soft, moist, and warm, and is meant to be held in her mouth and hooked on the tip of her tongue.
Song Nineteen felt that she was about to die, so she couldn't even care about being shy, so she could only ask for anything and tell herself.
Pleasure became a paintbrush, framing her brows and eyes dazzlingly. The corners of her flying and proud eyes grew out of spring love, and her petal-like lips slowly bloomed. Lust brought her three thousand hair strands around and grew an inch longer, which also made her mature buds red again.
Li Shiyi was in control of her changes and enjoyed her changes. He told her warmly in the shivering waves of Song Shijiu, that the erythema on the back of the neck and the small mole on the waist were only temporarily kept by Song Shijiu, and in the end, all of them were Back to Li Shiyi's hands.
Su Hexiang devoured the remaining emotions, Song Nineteen was nestled in Li Shiyi's arms, covered with cool sweat and a small chestnut that was still lingering, Li Shiyi got up and took the towel next to the pillow, Gently wipe off excess dampness at the source for her.
Song Nineteen's blank head exploded in her movements.
It turned out that the towel that Li Shiyi folded just now was for this purpose.
She felt the unprecedented charm in Li Shiyi's premeditated plan. The most touching thing is that she came prepared, like carefully laying a trap to capture prey, and elegantly maintaining the sense of ritual that the feast is about to start.
And Song Nineteen was so willing to be a fish to be slaughtered, as long as Li Shiyi's tenderness was a knife.
She turned over and lay on Li Shiyi's shoulder and asked her, "Do it again, okay?"
Li Shiyi's face was still a little red, but his eyes were very restrained.
Song Nineteen rubbed her neck and begged her, "It's very comfortable."
Li Shiyi wanted to laugh a little, she never thought that Song Jiujin would react this way, like a cub who tasted honey, just wanting more.
She lowered her eyes and called her, "Song Nineteen."
"Um?"
"Are you ashamed or not?" Li Shiyi narrowed his eyes.
Song Nineteen was stunned, and lowered his voice: "Do I need to be ashamed?"
Li Shiyi smiled warmly and hugged her: "I need it for others, but I don't need much."
Song Nineteen bit his lip and smiled, and stuffed his head back in contentment.
In the early morning of the second day, Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu got up very late. When the two went downstairs one after the other, Mr. Tu had already eaten and went out for a walk, and the five coins were nowhere to be seen. There were only A Yin and A Luo at the table.
A Yin took a sip of hot milk and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Song Nineteen. The girl in front of her had pink cheeks, red lips and eyebrows. Qingshi and immature finally surrendered and let the raging style conquer the city, imprinting a rich beauty on her face.
Her figure is wrapped in a moon-white cheongsam. She is slender and graceful. She leans against the back of the chair at will, which is pleasing to the eye like a Western painting.
A Yin made a "hiss" and looked her up and down suspiciously.
Song Nineteen and the two asked early, looked down at the food on the table, only to feel greasy and had little appetite, so he got into the kitchen and cooked a bowl of white water noodles.
Li Shiyi followed behind, washing her hands and picking a handful of cabbage for her.
Seeing the two disappear, Ayin couldn't hide her curiosity any more. She nudged Aro, who was drinking the juice, with her elbow, and pouted into the kitchen again.
Aro tucked his hair behind his ears without raising his head: "It's done."
A Yin was stunned, and did not regain his senses for a while.
Arrow raised his eyes and looked straight at her, the meaning in his eyes was very clear - Li Shiyi had a relationship with Song Nineteen, which made Song Nineteen's appearance change amazingly.
A Yin fanned his eyelashes, bowed his head hastily, grabbed the glass in his hand, and wanted to take a sip very quickly.
When the rim of the cup touched her lower lip, she stopped and quietly pressed the part of her heart in Aro's peripheral vision.
She thought she would be heartbroken, sad, forced to laugh, or overwhelmed, but she didn't.
She was just empty, with a slight acupuncture-like pain, which disappeared in three or two seconds, and then there was an unwavering silence.
This kind of emptiness made her dazed and uncomfortable. She grabbed the silk and stroked her chest twice, lowered her eyes and drank the milk.
I was eating when I heard a shout of "Ah!" from the small garden outside. Several people looked at each other, put down the dishes and went out. Just after crossing the threshold, they heard Mr. Tu's cheerful shout: "You, why are you here!"
When everyone looked at it, they saw that Mrs. Tu, who was busy with dust, was holding Tu Sishun and standing aside, with a few packages at her feet, five coins standing beside her, and in front of her was Mrs. Tu, who was pinching her thighs.
Sister-in-law Tu saw that the youngest Tu was still not improving, she gave him an angry look, and greeted a few acquaintances generously.
Song Nineteen ran forward, took Tu Sishun over, and teased him in his arms. It wasn't long before Tu Sishun grew bigger, fat and sturdy, looking at Song Nineteen and giggling.
Seeing that the youngest Tu was still in a daze, Ah Luo went up and motioned Wu Qian to pack his luggage into the room, and explained softly, "You said that day that you missed Yue, and on the eleventh, you will discuss with me and send someone to send a general. Sister-in-law Tu took it over with Tu Sishun."
Li Shiyi said: "In August, the assassination case of Lord Liao happened, and the whole country was in turmoil. I heard that the Northern Expedition Army is going north again, and Mrs. Tu alone is really worrying. Our mansion is in the French Concession, and we take care of each other. , it is more appropriate than Peking."
Mr. Tu came back to his senses, and he couldn't say what he felt, but only issued a series of "Ai Ai Ai", "Yes yes yes".
Li Shiyi smiled lightly, and left the place of reminiscing to Mr. Tu. After a while of silence, he walked to A Yin and nodded to her, "Come on."
A Yin raised her eyebrows and followed Li Shiyi's footsteps to the swing frame at the other end. Li Shiyi leaned against the shelf, Ayin sat on the swing, dangling twice and waited for her to speak.
Li Shiyi said, "I have something I want to discuss with you."
She paused and said, "I still want to find the statue of Bai Chen."
Not only Song Nineteen saw the joy that was wasted that day, but Arrow saw it, and Li Shiyi also saw it.
"Since you've found the trail, you can't give up on it. Besides, no matter what kind of life you want to live in the future, I think it should be chosen by you."
A Yin was startled, holding the hemp rope in his hand, and looked up at her.
She met a pair of frank eyes, which made her heart sway with sincerity. Li Shiyi's eyes are the most black and white, but they always hide mixed emotions. She is used to keeping words in her heart. If you don't ask, she She never said it, if you asked, she wouldn't necessarily say it.
But at this moment, her expression was so transparent that there was no cover, and A Yin narrowed her eyes uncomfortably like the direct sunlight.
Li Shiyi lowered his head and said while thinking, "I've thought about it a lot. I didn't say anything to you before. I thought it was better to do the same thing than to say it 10,000 times. But..."
"But," A Yin turned her head back and looked at Song Nineteen, who was smiling at Tu Sishun, "you learned to be honest with her from her."
Li Shiyi pursed his lips and glanced sideways at Song Nineteen. It happened that Song Nineteen looked up at her, met her eyes, and lowered his head uncomfortably.
A Yin took the eyes of the two into his eyes. She often wondered what Li Shiyi liked Song Shijiu. At this moment, she seemed to understand something.
In the past, she, Li Shiyi, and the youngest Tu were separated. One leaned against the door to sell laughter, the other guarded the cigarette stand, and the other walked the streets. Maybe they had little secrets and persistence in their hearts, but they just wanted to live. , so they lived in disgrace, lived in ignorance, and lived in a very poor way.
However, Song Nineteen put everything together, which made the youngest Tu, who took her out, become responsible, and Ayin, who couldn't figure out her identity, became defensive, and then they all turned into love. And Li Shiyi tore off the rotten skin and moved out of the wooden house.
A Yin smiled, shook the swing, and said to Li Shiyi, "It's done."