"Zhuge Yue!" Chu Qiao pushed him angrily, "You bully!"
He hugged her suddenly, so caught off guard, with such force, that he knocked all the quilt on her body and the cotton cloth above her head into the air.
He turned her face over, kissed her hard, and held her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body. He breathed heavily, and held her waist with his hands, and their bodies were tightly pressed together, and they could even feel each other's heartbeat.
One, two, three...
"Chu Qiao." He looked at her, and suddenly called her name, his eyes seemed to be on fire, without blinking, he just said firmly, "Marry me."
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, the light shone on Zhuge Yue's face, half of his face was bright, and the other half was hidden in the shadows, which looked unreal. She felt as if she was hallucinating, and she was a little at a loss. She wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but didn't know how to answer.
"Xing'er." He looked at her quietly and called again.
She was a little dizzy, and replied, "Huh?"
"I love you."
Like a bomb exploding above her head, Chu Qiao felt her face was burning hot, her body was heating up rapidly, and her thoughts were like cement that had been filled with water, and suddenly solidified. She looked at him foolishly, there was a happy but flustered thing in her chest that was jumping vigorously, Chu Qiao quickly covered it with her hands, as if it was about to jump out if she didn't hold it down.
"I've been in love for a long time, do you know?" He asked her so calmly, as if the two of them were discussing other people's affairs, without any embarrassment or panic.
Chu Qiao nodded, "I know."
"What about you?" His eyes were so bright that Chu Qiao felt as if she was about to suffocate.
She summoned up her courage and whispered, "Me too."
But he refused to let her go, and asked with a smile, "What are you too?"
The boat is really small, Chu Qiao was thinking at this moment, why is the room so small and so hot, she couldn't breathe!
"Say." He leaned forward domineeringly, gently pinched her pointed chin, and said, "What are you too?"
"Me too..." Chu Qiao clenched her fists hard, and many pictures came flying from thousands of rivers and mountains, "I love you too."
I love you too…
The voice was very soft, but it penetrated the darkness of the night and illuminated the smile on his face. He kissed her on the forehead and asked, "Since when?"
when? I don’t know, maybe it’s the reunion at the foot of Xizhao Mountain, maybe it’s the look back in the dim lights at the Xianyang Lantern Festival, maybe it’s the voice of “survive” under Qianzhang Lake.
Or maybe, it was a long, long time ago, the hug in the imperial mausoleum of Meishan, the ambiguity of Wu Pengcheng's accidental collision, the tacit understanding and cooperation of supporting each other and fighting side by side along the way, it was the Tang capital who brought her from The time Zhao Chun'er was rescued from her hands shed tears.
Or it can be traced back to more than ten years ago, when in the room full of bluegrass fragrance, the stubborn young man wiped away her tears and snot with a white handkerchief, just like that, willful, stubborn, and savagely entered her heart.
Didn't say hello, didn't ask her if she would like to.
"I don't know." She stretched out her hand to caress his slightly frowning brows because of dissatisfaction, "Maybe it was a long, long time ago, so long that I don't even know, I don't know which time it was." She leaned into his arms , said softly, "Maybe many times, accumulated little by little, I can't remember."
"What a fool." He hugged her and said with a sudden smile, "Actually, I don't know either."
Yes, maybe that's it. No one knows which time it was, love always comes quietly, and by the time you find out, it's already deeply ingrained.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, cheeks, earlobe, and neck, spreading a little bit, and kissed her thin collarbone.
Chu Qiao's body became softer and softer, and she gradually leaned against him.
Zhuge Yue's body became hot, and the hands around his waist gradually moved up, like a raging fire, gradually burning Chu Qiao's remaining rationality.
"Ah!" Chu Qiao exclaimed suddenly, and after a while, she was picked up and pressed across the bed.
Most of the clothes were already wet, and it was almost the same as not wearing them.
He just looked at her like that, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something, but his eyes were burning.
Heavy breathing sounded beside her ears, her moist lips enclose her small earlobes, a tingling sensation like an electric shock came suddenly, the side straps of the skirt were deftly torn off, revealing the small off-white obscene clothes inside , with a goose yellow bird embroidered on it.
The round shoulders were exposed in the air, slightly cool, and the slender fingers swept across, arousing a shuddering softness, moving sideways all the way, the little finger flicked, the strap around the neck unfolded, and the clothes suddenly slipped down. Startled, Chu Qiao instinctively held back, but only got a short chuckle from above her head.
"shy?"
Chu Qiao struggled to get out of his embrace, foolishly pointing at the candle at the foot of the bed, her voice was unbelievably hoarse, and said pitifully, "Blow the lamp."
Zhuge Yue suddenly laughed happily, still in his usual manner, turning his head away without making a sound, but he could see the upward curve of the corner of his mouth.
There was silence all around, except for the occasional waterfowl passing by the river outside, fluttering their wings.
He hugged her waist and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid."
The brocade was smooth, and the moment his kiss fell, she was in a trance and suffocated for a moment, her body gradually became hot, and the clothes were removed layer by layer, leaving behind the shy carcass,
Smooth, snow-white, like glazed jade, carved with exquisite craftsmanship.
This is a territory that no one has ever stepped on, swaying with youthful vitality and lingering, he covered it gently, and when the skin touched each other, it was like a hot fire burning.
Her breath was completely swallowed, her face was pressed against his shoulder blades, she suddenly saw the hideous wound, her body became cold, and she shivered violently.
He felt it, and quickly covered her eyes with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Don't look."
But she pulled his hand away, and stretched out a trembling hand to hug his shoulder, the soft skin of her cheek pressed against his wound, and tears flowed down in a row, meandering on the black and red scar.
Zhuge Yue silently embraced her, didn't speak, just watched her cry quietly.
On the day Li Ce was buried, she swore never to cry again. But at this moment, looking at the scars on his body and the place where she was stabbed many times, she was still extremely sad. She hugged him tightly, afraid that if she let go, he would disappear. It was like in that frozen lake a long time ago, when she let go of her hand, she couldn't see him anymore.
"Zhuge Yue, I'm sorry." She cried.
"Fool." Zhuge Yue kissed her cloud-like hair, and said with a light smile, "I was disfigured by you, you have to be responsible for me."
Chu Qiao knew that he was joking, sobbing and retorting: "The injury is on the shoulder, it doesn't count... it doesn't count as a disfigurement."
Zhuge Yue smiled softly, his pupils were as black as a secluded pool, bottomless, and he could only see her light and lotus-like shadow. His soft lips gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and whispered: "It doesn't matter, you will be responsible."
His arm was so strong that it almost made her ache, but in the pain, she was so happy, as if she was immersed in a huge ocean of joy.
How wonderful, there is still today. Once upon a time, she thought that everything would come to an abrupt end, buried in the cold lake water, and there would be no room for turning back.
The lingering is getting deeper and deeper, there is fine sweat slipping from the forehead, the river is surrounded by blue waves, no human voice can be heard, time seems to stand still at this moment, the wind has stopped blowing, only they are left, in a beautiful group middle…
Chu Qiao couldn't help moaning, arching her body in pain, a warm fishy smell slipped from between her legs, bright red like cinnabar.
His movements suddenly froze, and a trace of disbelief flashed between his brows. Immediately, he looked at her deeply, as if through layers of fog, looking to the distant lights to verify the way forward.
Her face was so red, her lips were also red and swollen, she stretched out her hand to grab the pajamas, covering her chest nervously, seeing him looking over, she just kept silent like that.
He suddenly laughed, Chu Qiao had never seen him laugh like this. At the beginning, she just grinned slightly, but gradually she laughed out loud, and then the voice became louder, so frightened that Chu Qiao quickly stretched out her little hand to cover his mouth.
But he suddenly buried his head into her neck and whispered, "Xing'er, I'm so happy."
Her arms were so slender around his waist; his figure was so good, he was like a ck jeans model on TV. She grinned happily in the dark, the pair of red candles had been gradually extinguished, and the tears were winding, she smiled and thought, this is my wedding candle.
After so many people, so many events, and such a long period of time, family hatred, life and death separation, time and space, this life and past life, step by step, we have come to today.
She buried her head on his shoulder and shed tears wantonly. It started to rain in the middle of the night, pattering on the board of the boat, and the light boat swayed, shuttling among the waterways surrounded by mountains and mountains, and could faintly hear the sound of the wind cruising, and the deep autumn rain, a trace of beating in the silent river .
Chu Qiao woke up in the middle of the night, her black hair scattered around her neck, her cheeks were blushing, her eyes were sleepy, and her skin was like white satin, hidden in many beautiful embroidery. She stretched out her long and slender lotus root arm to touch it, but it was icy cold. She was startled, her drowsiness disappeared, and she sat up immediately, only to see that the room was empty and she was the only one. It was still pitch black outside the window, and it was raining at some point.
She was flustered suddenly, turned over and got out of bed, but just as her toes touched the ground, her knees suddenly softened, and the faint pain in her lower body spread so vividly all over her body, as if reminding her that everything had changed now.
Chu Qiao put on a water blue dress embroidered with light white flowers and leaves, and matched it with a cloud-like sleeve shawl, picked up a green bamboo umbrella, opened the hatch, and walked out.
It's cold outside, and the drizzle is like silk, like the drizzle in early spring, blown obliquely by the wind, even with an umbrella, the rain still hits the skirt mischievously from time to time, and swirls lightly under the night wind. She hurriedly ran across the empty deck, her skirt was already wet, and the surrounding darkness rushed towards her. The mountains on both sides of the bank were towering and towering, and occasionally she could hear the clear howling and long and quiet cry of apes.
He stood like that on the bow of the windward ship, as if he had been standing there for a long time. He was dressed in a moon white gown, tall and straight, and in the shadow of the twilight, there was a hint of depression. He turned around when he heard the footsteps, and was not surprised when he saw that it was her. He just stretched out his hand and called quietly, "Come here."
Chu Qiao hurried over and covered his head with an umbrella. Although the rain was light, it would still get wet after standing for a long time. His clothes were already damp, and they were cold and steamy. She frowned and said, "Didn't you see it's raining?"
The mountain wind whimpered and passed between them, and the wide sleeves of the robe were slightly swollen by the wind. His fingers holding her were well-boned, slender and strong. He suddenly hugged her in his arms, without saying a word, just hugged her so quietly, without using any force, but it seemed that there was a steel-like force imprisoning her, making her dare not move a little.