The light is ambiguous, and the person under the light is even more ambiguous.
One person closed his eyes, anxiously and expectantly waiting for the first official kiss; the other person gazed at the other person affectionately, his eyes full of love, his brows slightly wrinkled because of the overly strong love...
Huh? Something seems wrong
Ten seconds later, Lu Yinbing slapped her on the face and said sternly, "You, don't shake."
Xia Yitong opened her eyes. Lu Yinbing's head was facing her, turning left and right, up and down, but he couldn't find her mouth. He slapped her with another hand, "Don't, don't, don't shake."
Xia Yitong: “…”
Well, Bai was nervous for a moment, and the atmosphere that he had created with great difficulty was completely ruined. Lu Yinbing also seemed to have contracted a stutter.
Lu Yinbing was slightly tipsy and threatened: "If you shake again, I won't like you anymore, ah."
Hey, you still dare not like me
Perhaps it was because Lu Yinbing was too harmless, Xia Yitong boldly took the initiative to hold her cheeks with both hands, letting her eyes focus on his face, and he almost raised his mouth to hers.
I screamed in my heart: Kiss me! Kiss me!
Lu Yinbing refused to get close to him and kept on nagging: "You hurt me. Who the hell let you touch me? I tell you, except..." She counted on her fingers, one by one, "My dad, my mom, my cousin, my uncle..."
After you have bent all five fingers, switch hands and continue bending them.
Xia Yitong was angry and amused. She never thought that she could touch so many of her relatives. She wanted to see how many people Lu Yinbing could name. With this thought in mind, she was no longer in a hurry to kiss him.
"My cousin, hiccup, took care of me when I was a child for two months and was able to touch me. My second aunt, gave me a large sum of New Year's money every year..." After Lu Yinbing finished counting with her fingers, her two feet began to hook up. Xia Yitong was sitting on her, and she couldn't lift her feet. Xia Yitong wanted to jump down to take off her shoes, but as soon as she made a move, Lu Yinbing reacted quickly and hugged her back. Instead of counting her toes, she took Xia Yitong's hand and counted by touching her fingers.
Lu Yinbing pressed down a finger and said, "A classmate of mine in junior high school, my deskmate."
He pressed another finger, wrinkled his nose, thought for a while, blinked, and said, "The eldest daughter of my second uncle-in-law from my fourth aunt's family."
The complex family system that has been passed down for thousands of years is such that even a child from a healthy family who has been spoiled by his or her relatives since childhood, has many relatives, and is called this and that during festivals may not be able to figure out who this "fourth aunt's second uncle's eldest daughter" is, let alone a child like Xia Yitong who has never experienced being surrounded by elders. She felt dizzy when she heard this. There are differences in the names between the north and the south. She even had to think for a long time about who her fourth aunt is, let alone her second uncle's daughter.
Xia Yitong racked her brains to draw a chart in her mind to sort out the academic family relationships of the Lu family. Before she knew it, Lu Yinbing had already counted them on one hand. Well, the fifteenth one had been finished.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, even counting her dog, there was still no Xia Yitong.
Xia Yitong couldn't help feeling disappointed. She sighed and made excuses to comfort herself: they had just started dating, so naturally their relationship couldn't compare to that of "the eldest daughter of my fourth aunt's second uncle".
She felt disappointed and angry at the same time. Her lover didn't care about her. It would take some time for her to heal herself.
Nineteenth, come to the shadow.
Twenty, Lu Yinbing raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
"Are you done?" Xia Yitong said sourly.
Lu Yinbing shook her head and pursed her lips.
"Who is it?" Xia Yitong asked.
Lu Yinbing looked at her and still shook his head.
Could it be someone who was not convenient to tell her
The long-lost inferiority and insecurity took advantage of the opportunity and stirred in her heart again. She took a deep breath, a little afraid to hear the answer she didn't want to hear from her. Did Lu Yinbing really like her? Were they really in love? Did she just have a long dream, and when she woke up, she was still the nervous little fan who was rejected, or did she have no chance to meet Lu Yinbing at all, and even the script was just her imagination
She knew very clearly that she was being too picky, so she was not nervous. Instead, she traced back her memory, back to the afternoon when Lu Yinbing gave her a hug. The strong and undisguised emotion was enough to explain everything.
My breathing gradually calmed down.
"Why don't you continue asking me?" Lu Yinbing suddenly said, with a little bit of cunning in his eyes.
Xia Yitong suddenly understood and smiled: "Okay, let me ask you, who is the last person?"
Lu Yinbing stared at her, and Xia Yitong waited patiently for her lover's answer. After a long while, Lu Yinbing frowned and said, "Now that you know, there will be no surprises."
Xia Yitong said gently: "I don't know."
"Really?" Lu Yinbing was obedient at this moment, no longer as shrewd as before. She believed everything Xia Yitong said and was very easy to deceive. Xia Yitong deliberately made a confused expression and said, "Really? Who is it? Who is it? Tell me quickly."
"Then close your eyes." Lu Yinbing said with a secretive look.
Xia Yitong closed her eyes again, her ears stood up like antennas, but her brain inappropriately assumed that Lu Yinbing suddenly pressed her face again and said, "Don't shake", making her laugh and cry. What should she do then
There was a slight stinging pain in the chin, as if someone had bitten it. It was not severe and the pain was fleeting. It was then followed by an irresistible itch. Lu Yinbing's teeth were arranged neatly like scallops. They looked a little smaller than ordinary people's, but not too small. The small canine teeth on both sides were not obvious and could only be seen in close-up shots. In just a short moment, Xia Yitong had collected all the objective information about this light bite, and then began to ponder the emotional experience.
Biting the chin is a sign of affection. In certain situations, it is the same as biting the Adam's apple or lips. It is a desire, a need, and it represents the active desire to be with another person...
Before Xia Yitong could think through the meaning of this action, a soft whisper came into her ears—
"It's you."
It took her a while to react before she remembered what "it's you" meant. The last person who could be so casual with her and could "touch" her was you.
"Is it me?" Xia Yitong heard her voice trembling.
"It's you." Lu Yinbing said, her eyes open. Although there was a hint of drunkenness in her eyes, there was also a hint of clarity in her eyes.
Before Xia Yitong could express her feelings, Lu Yinbing half-closed his eyes again, "Surprising, not surprising, surprised, not surprised—hmm."
Her lips were blocked by Xia Yitong's kiss without warning. Her eyes suddenly widened, and the facial features of the person in front of her were reflected in her dark pupils. Her vision was blurred. Lu Yinbing wanted to look at the other person, but she could only see many pairs of eyes. She felt dizzy and closed her eyes in vain, focusing all her senses on the point where they were closely connected.
Outside the play, this was Xia Yitong's first kiss with Lu Yinbing as a girlfriend. But she was stunned as soon as she kissed him. All the theoretical skills she had learned before and the practical skills in the play were formatted. Her heart was beating in her mouth, so lively that she didn't care about any skills.
The two of them were still with their lips touching for at least ten seconds before Xia Yitong's heart fell back into his throat, hanging there barely. Then it started beating like a drum, so loud that it almost became a noise. He put his hand on Lu Yinbing's chest, and the noise there was almost as loud as his own.
This first kiss in the strict sense was like a chaotic war, filled with smoke. They exchanged words. Xia Yitong couldn't remember who held whose lips first, sucking them; who gently bit the other's lower lip, persuading him; who moistened the other's lip with the tip of his tongue, and then opened his teeth and slowly slid in his wet tongue, advancing and retreating in moderation.
Lure the enemy into a trap, catch the turtle in the trap, capture the enemy, and finally merge them, so that you are in me and I am in you.
For both of them, it was a beautiful victory and a win-win situation.
Inside the house, besides the fierce fighting, there was also a heart-pounding moan that sounded like an ambiguous whisper. The sweet tongue in her mouth raged, her whole body trembled, and the numbness and itchiness penetrated all the way to her tailbone. Lu Yinbing could no longer sit still, and the arm that was holding Xia Yitong would fall down from time to time and hang down at her side.
Xia Yitong kissed her condescendingly, then put his arm around her shoulders and laid her on her back on the bed. The old single bed creaked and let out a long groan, bringing the two people back from their intoxication.
At the same time, Xia Yitong opened her eyes and swallowed the saliva in her mouth that did not belong to her. Before she could open her mouth, Lu Yinbing grabbed her neck and pulled her down again, and their lips touched again.
Eat the bone marrow, and then you will know its taste.
Xia Yitong was pressed against the other person's body. She had taken off her outer robe, which was so thick that it could crush a person, when she entered the room. Both of them were only wearing a coat besides their shirts. Lu Yinbing touched Xia Yitong's back, frowned, walked around to the front, and began to zip up her coat.
Xia Yitong finally had the guts to take off Lu Yinbing's coat. The two bodies with the same curves pressed together again, and the heat passed through the thin shirt to the skin, like a burning flame, arousing layers of tremors.