He waited for this kiss for too long, like a person who has been drowned to the limit and regained a new life, desperately breathing, desperately possessing. Only after he had inhaled enough oxygen did he slow down and seriously enjoy its beauty.
The deep kiss turned into a light touch, and Lu Qiang moved an inch away, staring greedily at her. Lu Yin lowered her eyes, and there were still tiny drops of water on her eyelashes. He leaned forward, took his lower lip and wiped it away, kissed her lightly all the way down, and returned to her lips.
Lu Yin snorted lightly, his movements were slightly sluggish, he tilted his head, took her lips in one bite, and cunningly slipped his tongue in.
The boat moved very slowly, and the water surface was dotted with scales.
From time to time there were screams in the distance, someone was experiencing what Lu Yin had experienced. All the sounds were empty, and she couldn't hear anything rumbling in her ears, all her breath was suppressed in her chest, and she had to give her breath to him if she wanted to live.
There was a boat passing by on the opposite side, and for a split second, the young boatman whistled in this direction.
Lu Qiang turned a deaf ear to her, and deliberately wiped her clean. The hand that was clasping the back of her head slowly moved down and stayed at her waist. Lingering around the delicate waist.
The person in his arms finally noticed, stopped him from outside his shirt, and patted him to stop. He was indifferent, and the little hand turned to his spine again, pinching lightly.
Lu Qiang shook and squeezed that hand, but couldn't grasp the strength, and Lu Yin whimpered.
He finally left, gritted his teeth: "Don't touch my waist."
Lu Yin didn't wait for a response, she was thrown to sit opposite her by him, Lu Yin was still breathing, bit her lip, and secretly scolded this man for being uncertain.
Lu Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the opposite side: "Does it hurt from the fall?"
Lu Yin: "No."
Lu Qiang rubbed the waistband of his trousers, and Lu Yin turned his eyes away.
He took off the cigarette from the pinch ear, the body of the cigarette wrinkled, brushed it with his tongue, lit it and said, "The waist is ticklish."
Lu Yin whispered: "Oh".
He held the cigarette at an angle, and took a sip directly. Light smoke rushed out of his nose, and there was a layer of fog between the two of them. Lu Qiang narrowed his eyes, took a breath, and the smoke dispersed, and her face became clear.
"Hair is messed up," he said.
Lu Yin raised her hand and flicked it, her eyes drifted away, never falling on his face.
"No," he stretched out his hand, "over there."
With rough hands and feet, Lu Qiang parted the top of her head randomly to the sides, and accidentally broke two of them. Lu Yin shrank her neck, holding back her hair and not making a sound.
He slid his hand down, rubbed her brows and cheeks with his thumb, rubbed on the soft earlobe, and finally pressed her lips and rubbed them gently.
Lu Yin had never kissed and flirted publicly, and the boatman was still behind, so he felt embarrassed thinking about it.
She knocked off his hand and straightened her body a bit.
Lu Qiang retracted it and patted his thigh: "Sit still?"
Lu Yin said, "I won't sit down anymore."
"how?"
"...the boat is coming to shore soon."
The boat docked and knocked against the rough pier, the boat swayed, and Lu Yin supported his back with both hands.
Lu Qiang reacted quickly and counterattacked to stabilize her.
After getting off the boat, you need to go through a hillside, and there is a battery car directly to the bus station.
Lu Qiang walked forward, Lu Yin followed behind, he turned his head, and the two separated a few steps, Lu Qiang hooked his forehead and stood there waiting for her.
Lu Yin came up, and he asked, "Can't you walk anymore?"
She stepped on the steps with one leg, curled her fist and drooped, "The legs are weak, and I can't control them."
Falling from a height of more than a hundred meters, the endurance of her heart and physiology has reached the limit. She is a woman, and it is not easy for her to survive until now.
Lu Qiang stood on the steps, the gap was even higher, he bent down to look at her for a while, then squeezed her chin.
The woods are extremely quiet, no one passes by, the road under the feet is winding and rugged, and the steps spread all the way to the invisible hillside.
Lu Qiang pulled up his trouser legs, squatted down, and supported his knees, "Where is it soft?"
Lu Yin's eyes turned from high to low, and she moved her feet, wanting to retract them.
He pressed on her leg.
Lu Yin pushed him: "No, no, I'll just take a break."
Where did he stop him, those big rough hands pressed on her white pencil pants, moved up and down slowly.
Lu Yin was in pain and itching, and pressed his hand: "It's not soft anymore."
"real?"
"… real."
"My technique is quite good," he hooked the corners of his lips, "Just pinch twice?"
Lu Yin: "Yes."
Lu Qiang didn't leave his hands, and lowered his eyes. On the snow-white trousers, a pair of large dark palms were covered. The place where his fingers pressed was sunken, and his legs were deformed. There was another pair stacked on top of it, white and tender, slender and warm, covering only half of his hands.
The desire to destroy surged up in Lu Qiang's heart, he licked his lower lip, put his thumb against the inner side, and scratched if there was nothing there.
After half a minute, he endured it, let go, and turned around: "Carry you up."
Lu Yin: "I'm really good."
"Hurry up, my legs are numb from squatting."
Lu Yin wrung her fingers, but before she could move, the person in front was impatient, hooked her legs back and pressed her back.
Before Lu Yin stabilized himself, he had already got up and walked up, with his iron arm hooking her leg, his steps were steady and powerful.
***
It was already evening when they came back from Mount Qiluo, the two separated at the gate of the community and went home separately.
When Lu Yin entered, she didn't even have the strength to take a shower, and she didn't change her clothes, so she fell onto the bed. Physically exhausted, there are some messy plots in my head, and I can't piece them together. In the end, I didn't know what I was thinking, so I fell asleep on my stomach.
When she woke up again, the room was pitch black, and a ray of orange light from the window broke through the gauze curtain and shone in. She turned over and looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock at night.
In a daze, she put down the phone, and held it up again two seconds later. There were two unread text messages on it, and she tapped to open it. It was an unfamiliar number.
A hair: sleeping
The time was two hours ago.
Another: Still awake
Lu Yin sat up, the screen illuminated her face in the dark, the last one was also half an hour ago, she moved her fingers and didn't look back.
He turned on the bedside lamp casually, planning to take a bath, but before he got up, the phone rang.
It was still that strange number, and I knew who it was without thinking.
Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat for the first time, and she was a little hesitant. What happened today was like an absurd dream, crazy, exciting, relieved, and heart-wrenching.
She still wonders if the brain's perceptions from extreme excitement are correct. But simply not hating or repelling her is not enough to overcome the wandering in her heart.
After a moment of distraction, the other side automatically hung up. She breathed a sigh of relief, and within a few seconds, it rang again.
Lu Yin clenched her phone tightly and finally picked it up at the last moment.
The other side said: "What are you dawdling for?" The tone was extremely lazy, with his unique voice, and there was no sign of impatience.
Lu Yin said, "I just heard it while I was sleeping."
There was a 'ho' on the phone, but she didn't expose her: "Are you going to eat tonight?"
Lu Yin sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head: "Stop eating, I want to continue sleeping."
"Shall I send it to you?"
She raised her head suddenly: "Where are you...?"
"At your door."
Lu Yin's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she stopped talking.
Lu Qiang laughed, "Believe anything you say."
She silently rolled her eyes and whispered, "Cut."
After a few words, there was a sudden silence. He didn't speak, and there was only a faint sound of electric current at both ends of the phone. Lu Yin held her breath, her head rustled, and then there was a 'wiping' sound, and he exhaled.
It turned out to be lighting a cigarette.
Her back was slightly slumped, and she rubbed her feet lightly on the floor, "...Is there anything else?"
Lu Qiang asked: "Is the leg still soft?"
"It's much better to sleep in."
"Soak your feet later."
"… Um."
Lu Qiang took a puff of cigarette: "You are quite vigorous today, you can dance whenever you want, like a fool."
"...It's actually quite scary."
Lu Qiang said 'hmm': "The biggest hurdle is the jump. Few people can do it. You are very brave."
Lu Yin was a little speechless: "...you pushed it."
The other side smiled in a good mood: "Then what happened afterwards, how did it feel?"
Lu Yin thought for a while, then complained, "I feel cheated, thinking I'm going to die..."
"you are still alive."
"... Mmm." Then she realized that nothing is more important than being alive.
The phone was silent for a few seconds, there were occasional children playing over there, accompanied by a few dogs barking, Lu Yin guessed that he was sitting on the bench outside the sentry box, thinking this way, his appearance appeared in front of his eyes: short stubble, Old scars, sharp and dark eyes; broad shoulders, thin sweater, security pants, and a pair of old cloth shoes...
Lu Qiang suddenly called out: "Yinyin."
When he called that, her heart trembled, and she grabbed the bed sheet with her fingers.
"Still sleepy?" Lu Qiang asked.
"..."
"Don't bother me to go to your house."
"… do what?"
Lu Qiang said: "I have kissed and hugged, and now I just want to sleep with you."
What he said was three-point tentative, seven-point instinctive, and when he came down from the mountain, she was all over his head about that kind of thing.
Lu Qiang was sure, and sooner or later he would not be able to run away. He has always been straightforward, and he treats his prey aggressively like a leopard, but unexpectedly, when he met a little sheep, all his decisiveness and arbitrariness failed on her.
Because after he finished saying this, the phone dropped with a 'snap'.
Lu Qiang: "..."
He looked at the screen that turned black, and was stunned for a while, "Little girl..." He spat: "I knew this was the result."
He picked up the phone and muttered: "Don't be afraid, jumping ten times or eight times is a fucking big deal..."
After taking his last puff of cigarette, he raised his eyes to see that there was a faint light on the third floor opposite, which was as dull and dull as her.
Lu Qiang stubbed out the cigarette, comforted his brother, and said mockingly, "I have to serve you tonight."
He got up to leave, the breeze swept away a few residual leaves, and the soot all over the floor turned into the lightest dust, floating in the air.
It was late at night, and some people were tossing and turning.
Lu Yin suffered from insomnia that night, but it wasn't for the same man again.