When I came back at 8 o'clock in the evening, it was nine cold days, and even if I wore thick clothes, I was frozen through.
Lu Qiang dragged her into the yard, the lights in the main room had already been turned off, Qian Yuanqing always went to bed early, but left the door open for her and unlocked it.
Lu Yin gently opened a gap and turned around. Lu Qiang was still looking at her in the dark, with his hands in his coat pockets, as if he was holding a thread, and the other end was tied to her leg, making it difficult to move.
She felt a little uncomfortable, "Go back and go to bed early."
Lu Qiang was silent.
She didn't say good night well, she felt a little empty in her heart, and after waiting for a while, she bit her lower lip: "Then I'll go in."
The old door creaked lightly, and in the quiet night, like the moment an avalanche came, my heart trembled so much that I didn't dare to breathe.
Lu Qiang stepped forward, pressed against the door panel, pushed it back gently, and pressed his chest against her back.
Lu Yin's breathing was stagnant, her chest was forced to stand up, and she asked what are you doing.
Lu Qiang didn't answer, and dragged her to the west of the yard, approaching the fence, next to Genzi's house. There was a big black lock on the door of the west room. Qian Yuanqing hurt her foot and hadn't come here to cook for a few days.
Lu Qiang touched a wire from the window sill, smoothed it out in his hands, took a moment to look at her, and met her gaze.
Lu Yin trembled and turned to leave: "Go crazy here, I'm going to sleep."
Lu Qiang caught her: "Don't you look forward to it?"
"... I don't understand." Lu Yin was embarrassed by what he said, trying to prove something, twisting her body to escape.
"Be honest, Yinyin." Lu Qiang smiled lowly, kissed her casually on the face, hugged her, and pried open the black lock a few times.
This room was much smaller than the one Qian Yuanqing lived in. The entrance was the kitchen. In the corner was a half-person-high stove with a large pot on it and some dry firewood next to it.
There was only one main room, and Lu Qiang led her in.
Lu Yin still cared about what he said just now, twisted her wrist awkwardly, raised her eyes, then paused slightly.
This room is clear at a glance, with very little furniture, only a writing desk, wooden chairs and a wardrobe. Opposite is a heated kang, and a few posters of young and Dangerous are pasted on the wall next to it. It has faded and yellowed with age.
Although it has not been lived in for a long time, it is exceptionally clean and tidy.
Her hand was still held by him, Lu Yin raised her head: "Is this your room?"
Lu Qiang's expression remained unchanged, and after a while, he hummed.
While speaking, a cloud of white mist was exhaled. There was no fire in the room, and the cold air could penetrate into the skin. Lu Yin's fingertips were cold.
Lu Qiang let her go, "There is a quilt in the cabinet, you spread it first, and I'll boil the water." He turned and went to the kitchen.
Lu Yin stood in the middle of the room for a while, and walked a few steps forward. There were old photos on the desk, all black and white photos, and there were a few photos of a family of three, just for the sake of taking pictures, without any unnecessary movements. Lu Yin looked at them one by one, and most of them were single photos of Lu Qiang. He was handsome when he was a child, and he hasn't grown up yet, but his eyes looking at the camera are indifferent and sharp, with a straight face, just like now.
She poked her finger at his face, slid it gently, and landed on the lower right corner of the photo, where the time and place were marked. She looked at it, and almost every photo had it.
Lu Yin had admired enough, and then thought of going to the kang to get the quilt, halfway through it, she felt that she was too obedient, knowing exactly what he was thinking, as if she couldn't wait.
Thinking of this, Lu Yin's face became a little hot, and the temperature under her buttocks also rose. She touched it with her hand, and it was indeed not as cold as before. He had already burned the kang. The door to the outside room was wide open, and the gray smoke from the kitchen gradually drifted outside.
Lu Qiang boiled a pot of hot water, and there was a pure cypress bathtub in the room, which had been left in the corner without anyone using it. The bathtub is very big, and it was made by the old man himself. He could swim in it when he was a child, but now he can barely sit down. After carefully brushing it several times with hot water, it was placed in the center of the room and filled with hot water.
Lu Qiang closed the door, and after a while, the temperature in the room finally rose.
Lu Yin was still sitting on the top of the kang, staring blankly at his busy work inside and out.
Lu Qiang glanced at her: "Don't sit stupidly. Take off your clothes and come here." While talking, he tore off the sweater on his body, and his two chest muscles expanded wildly, showing off. He stretched out his hand to untie his belt again: "Want me to hug you?" He said and walked in this direction.
When he got to the Kang, he took off his clothes.
Lu Yin's face was so cold that it was abnormally red. She still wanted to hide, but Lu Qiang dragged her over by her ankles, and the red cotton trousers left her body a few times, and the cotton trousers were easy to take off as long as the belt was unbuttoned.
I don't know whether it's because of the cold or too much stimulation, a layer of pimples appeared on her body, peeking down, the lower abdomen has already raised her head to salute her.
Lu Qiang didn't move in a hurry, he supported the edge of the pit with both hands, and looked down at her inch by inch.
She turned her arms sideways, pressed against her breasts, and covered her palms on the other side. The snow-white flesh was squeezed and deformed, and the blue veins were faintly hidden under the skin.
Lu Qiang swallowed, buried his head in kissing the back of her hand, and slowly moved across, sucking her wrist bones continuously. The chest in front of him rose and fell irregularly, and his hands tightened more and more. Laughter overflowed from his throat. He tilted his head and sucked her thumb.
Lu Yin felt like getting an electric shock, the temperature in his mouth scalded her, she instinctively threw her hand away, but in the next second she was caught in his mouth, a surge of electricity went straight to the back of her head, she bit her lip and screamed, Lu Qiang succeeded.
Swallowing left and right in turn, she stood upright and bloomed.
Lu Qiang let her go temporarily: "Take a bath first." After saying that, he hugged her and threw her into the bathtub.
The humidity of the water was just right, and the dense mist filled her surroundings, and her skin was light pink from the hot water. Lu Qiang kissed her shoulder, and his hand went down, staying on her chest for a long time.
Lu Yin couldn't speak, biting a row of tooth marks on her lower lip.
His palms were unscrupulous, squatting behind her and looking down.
Lu Yin fiercely moved her legs together, trembling: "...what is this for?"
"Help you wash."
Lu Qiang opened her legs, and there were frequent ripples at the position of his palm on the water.
Lu Yin's teeth were chattering, and the soles of his feet became hot and numb.
Shortness of breath, she couldn't help trembling.
At a critical juncture, he suddenly exerted his strength, and Lu Yin's heart was pulled away, and she unconsciously clutched the back of his hand, only wishing for relief, and not caring about restraint.
"About to arrive?"
Her eyes are blurred.
Lu Qiang made her perfect, dropped his fingers back, rubbed them quickly, he could clearly feel her tense, and confessed within a few seconds. Lu Qiang pressed it to help her delay.
She lowered her head, pinching his arm with her nails, unable to make a sound.
Lu Qiang put his lips against the back of her neck, patiently waiting for her to calm down. Finally stood up, raised his legs and stepped in.
Half of the water in the bathtub was rippling out, like broken beads, and the wolf smashed hard on her heart.
Lu Yin recovered a bit of consciousness, propping up the edge: "I'm done, you can wash it."
Lu Qiang wanted to laugh, and when he retracted his arms, her buttocks fell on his lap. There was another gushing of water.
"Yinyin, you're not authentic." He kissed her on the back: "I'm making you beautiful, so I ran away in a hurry?" After speaking maliciously, he drew a few words: "What should I do with it?"
Lu Yin sat on his lap with her back leaning, her body was a little higher, her whole breasts were exposed out of the water, it was extremely hot and extremely cold.
The two dawdled in the water a few times.
Lu Qiang pinched her waist and lifted it lightly, aimed at her, and poured it hard. Lu Yin lost her voice and jumped up to hide, but he shrugged his hips and went very deep.
The surface of the water was turbulent, and the splashes scrambled to escape.
Lu Yin almost crawled on the edge of the barrel, begging him to stay here.
Lu Qiang had bumped enough, bent down and hugged her knees, stood up straight, stretched his long legs, and within a few steps, Lu Yin fell again and again.
He put her on a half-prone position, stood by the bed by himself, and gave her a quick blow.
Lu Yin clenched the quilt tightly, her teeth chattering: "Lu Qiang..."
After a while, "... huh?" The voice was terribly low.
"Knee hurts."
Lu Qiang paused, and pulled out.
After a flip, Lu Yin lay on her back on the Kang, he grabbed her ankle and lifted her down, bringing her buttocks close to Kang Yan'er.
Giving her time to catch her breath, Lu Qiang brushed her forehead with his finger, "Is it exciting?"
Lu Yin closed her eyes and pretended to be dumb.
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. Starting from the forehead, all the way across her rosy lips, leaving marks on the collarbone, grinding her breasts, and finally, the small belly button was not spared.
Lu Qiang squatted down slowly, put her legs on his shoulders, glanced at her greedily, and bit her leg sideways. Almost dying, Lu Yin jumped up abruptly, her eyes met. Without giving her time to react, she swallowed it in one bite.
Lu Yin took a deep breath and didn't breathe out for a long time. After a few seconds, he started twisting his legs and kicking.
Lu Qiang clasped her waist and hips and fixed them on her mouth, so he couldn't let her go easily.
Lu Yin fell frequently, straightened her waist, and trembled. She covered her eyes and sobbed softly, this time for real.
Only then did Lu Qiang let go of her, and kissed her lips comfortingly.
Lu Yin cried: "You are old and unscrupulous, you will only bully me."
He laughed: "I don't know what's good and what's wrong. Does it make you feel good, does it make you old and dishonest?"
Lu Yin slapped him on the face immediately: "You are disgusting."
Lu Qiang was taken aback for a moment, put his tongue against his chin, and smiled indifferently. The first time someone slapped me in the face, it was all because the person was different and willing.
No longer torturing her, Lu Qiang supported himself, pressed down and sent it in. At this time, there is no need to care about pity, and they will go out and advance, and attack wantonly.
Lu Yin buried her head sideways in the quilt, her fingers clenched tightly, her chest rippling with the waves.
After a long time, he stopped, pinched her two ankles with one hand, raised them to her right shoulder, moved his lips together, kissed the hollow of her knees, and went all the way down to kiss the soles of her feet.
Lu Yin trembled to dodge: "Isn't it smelly?"
"It's not smelly, it's fragrant." After speaking, he wrapped her toes fiercely.
Lu Yin trembled, her lower abdomen clenched tightly.
Lu Qiang was pinched to the end, and threw her legs aside, and Lu Yin curled up sideways in his arms.
The rough roar was accompanied by a low moan, the sound was like clapping hands, and the sky fell and the earth shattered.
His carotid artery protruded, his face was flushed, and he bit her shoulder. Pushing forward hard, the wine gushed out, and gave it all to her.
It took a long time before Lu Qiang withdrew from her body, found a clean tissue, and cleaned it up for her.
Lu Qiang didn't go up, lit a cigarette, and half leaned against the edge of the Kang to inhale, his eyes were unfocused, and he cast it lightly on the ground. The tub in the middle was moved, and the water was already cool, and it spilled out and spilled all over the floor, making a mess, looking ready to move again.
His eyes wandered, he lowered his head to look at her, the quilt only covered a corner, she was translucent white, her eyes were half closed, her breathing was very shallow.
He held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and rubbed his thumb against her cheek: "Tired?"
Lu Yin hummed lightly.
"Do you still have strength?"
Lu Yin raised her eyelids vigilantly: "No."
Lu Qiang smiled, narrowed his eyes because of the smoke, and finally couldn't bear it, "Drink water, I..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes froze and he looked towards the door.
Lu Yin said, "Drink."
"Shh." He grabbed the quilt, covered her tightly, and quickly put on his trousers.
Lu Yin was startled, and also heard the sound of the door.
Shouting outside: "Who is inside."
Qian Yuanqing's voice.
Lu Yin almost jumped up, her heart was beating so fast, she wanted to plunge into the crack of the ground.
The sound of pulling the door continued.
Lu Qiang wanted to go there, but she held her tightly, Lu Yin bit her head: "Auntie, Auntie, it's me."
The movement at the door stopped, and Lu Yin held his breath.
After a while, the crutch hit the door heavily, and Qian Yuanqing said, "Let that bastard come out for me."