Watermelon is sweet, Kirin is sweet, and 8424 is even sweeter.
However, human cognition is always subverted.
At least this night, Song Shiyue understood that lemons are the sweetest.
The dim light in the early morning came in through the window in the bedroom where the blackout curtain was not fully drawn, but only a layer of tulle was drawn.
When the first ray of light hit Song Shiyue's face, she woke up.
Strange places, strange beds and... familiar people...
The night before was telling stories and messing around again, so Yu Nianbing was still sleeping a little bit at the moment.
Song Shiyue carefully pulled out the few strands of hair that were being pressed by Yu Nianbing, and turned to look at the person next to her.
Between the sleeping eyebrows and eyes, there is a gentle and quiet peace, and it seems that he is still sleeping very well.
Song Shiyue didn't stand up after just watching for a while like she was on Wilderness Star. Instead, she bent her fingers, gently touched the cheek of the person next to her, and then slowly slid it to her chin.
This is a day, no... It should be said that a few hours ago, Song Shiyue made a bold move that Song Shiyue didn't even dare to think about.
only…
Song Shiyue, who failed to restrain herself, still looked at the lips of the person next to her.
It seems... more red than usual
It was all the night before, Tai Menglang...
Song Shiyue thought of the tossing and turning, the soft entanglement a few hours ago... those indulging in the faint lemon fragrance... couldn't help feeling hot again, and her breathing became a little short.
Just when Song Shiyue was trying to control herself not to look back at yesterday's fascination and really couldn't help thinking about it, she heard that Yu Nianbing next to him seemed to be... awake? Song Shiyue quickly shrank a little cautiously towards her, pretending that she hadn't gotten closer on purpose.
The weather in early spring is still a bit cold.
The beds that Aunt Wang had sun-dried and sun-dried early in the morning were still winter-sized, and it was warm enough for one person to sleep, but it was a bit hot for two people.
The night before...the two of them got very close, and couldn't help but turned the casual taste into an endless and in-depth communication, which naturally became a little hotter. Before going to bed, I kicked off a quilt before I almost reached the right temperature.
Yu Nianbing was woken up by the heat, and the side was warm, as if someone had stuffed the heater into the bed.
As soon as he was about to open his eyes, Yu Nianbing shuddered, remembering where the constant heat came from, this eye, he didn't open it for a moment, but closed it a little bit.
Song Shiyue, are you awake
Yu Nianbing wasn't sure... Thinking of his behavior as if he had taken a bold drug the day before, he originally wanted to calm down his breathing while pretending to be sleeping quietly, but he couldn't calm down anyway.
Originally, Yu Nianbing felt that no matter how bold and friendly he was as a landlord, slapping off the desk lamp next to him with a slap, and leaning forward to stamp it in the darkness, was already his limit.
Who would have thought...
Sure enough, there is no feeling, artificial respiration and kissing, it is still bad... too much.
No matter how Yu Nianbing thought back, he couldn't tell who lost control first a few hours ago. Just doing the math, they probably spent more than an hour, maybe even two hours, on a certain chapter that she thought was just scratching the surface.
How should I put it, the taste is very good, and it would be even better if it was dark now.
The laws of nature are cruel.
But Song Shiyue was not.
After waiting for a while to make sure that the person next to him with a fast heartbeat was awake and unwilling to open his eyes, Song Shiyue hesitated for a moment, then got up, stepped over the collapsed wall, and went to the next door.
Before the apocalypse, Song Shiyue also lived in a normal society, and I have seen and heard of examples of regret after trying intimate contact. Although no matter how I think about it, I feel that there should be nothing wrong with the kiss last night except that it lasted a little longer, but Yu Nianbing's evasive attitude in the morning still made Song Shiyue a little worried.
Are you shy...or regretful...
Last night, Yu Nian Bing took the initiative to lift the lemon and turned off the lights. Although things got a little out of control later on, judging from Yu Nian Bing's proactive actions, she probably didn't mind her previous experience.
Well, probably should say, at least at the time didn't mind.
So what is the situation now
Because I have more time, I thought about it and felt that I really minded not being able to face the situation of the previous night. I still feel that the night before... was actually just a simple... shouldn't be extended to that long.
People are complicated, and people's thoughts are even more complicated. When two people are together, then it is not at all the complicated addition of two copies.
At least, it must be a power...
Song Shiyue pressed herself to wash and make breakfast, and pressed herself not to eavesdrop on the movement of Yu Nianbing next door, but the more she did this, the more she fell into the back and forth of the previous night's affairs.
When Song Shiyue realized that she had been distracted for too long, Yu Nianbing had already turned off the stove.
"Let me do it..." Yu Nianbing calmed down for a long time, but still felt that she really...did too much bold medicine the night before, and couldn't figure out whether Song Shiyue liked her like that or not... It's just that time doesn't matter. Depending on human will, after all, she quickly got up after Song Shiyue left, took a cold shower to tidy herself up, and then came over.
Song Shiyue glanced blankly at the blackened bacon and eggs in the pot, then turned her gaze to Yu Nianbing's still wet hair draped over her shoulders.
She also took a shower...
A power-type ability user should have absolute control over the strength of his body.
But the night before...
Song Shiyue thought of the sound that she tried to suppress in her throat time and time again the night before, not voluntary but the sound that her body wanted to make, and the soft hum that belonged to Nian Bing that was grinding between her lips and teeth...
And there's something weird about the body...
Song Shiyue's eyes were on Nian Bingwei's wet hair.
Did she feel it too...
Song Shiyue, who recalled some feelings, had burning eyes, and Yu Nianbing, who was dumping the contents of the pot into the trash can... felt it.
Although he still didn't understand why, Yu Nianbing's heart beat faster again. What also speeded up was the speed at which she made breakfast.
On the table, the egg carton and bacon bag that Song Shiyue had used before were still open, and Yu Nianbing didn't plan to do anything complicated. I just brushed a little oil in the washed and boiled pan, and started beating eggs and throwing bacon in it.
However, life is not like a stove that catches fire at one turn and is completely extinguished at another turn.
Two stacks of dry firewood were piled up in one place, and a small spark fell on it, so how could it only burn on top for a few seconds, and it would be extinguished if it was said to be extinguished.
"You said... is it possible that bamboo charcoal is also sweet..." Song Shiyue, who was burned by an inexplicable heart, suddenly didn't want to guess whether Yu Nianbing pretended to sleep in the morning because of shyness or regret.
Song Shiyue's rare straight ball almost made Yu Nianbing laugh because of the nature of the ball.
Watermelon and lemon can still be regarded as sweet fruits at any rate. Asking bamboo charcoal is how to make people answer...
But of course, just like watermelons have no chance to ask, and lemons don't need to answer, this question about bamboo charcoal is just a question that doesn't need to be answered.
Yu Nianbing really wanted to laugh, that's right.
only…
After all, the smile was suppressed by other things.
Watermelon is sweet, lemon is sweet, bamboo charcoal... well, of course it's also sweet...
The kiss the night before was back and forth, like two people's mutual temptation, mutual habit, and then indulged, so addicted that only the simplest feeling remained, and I couldn't remember who was coming and who was returning . The body is ready for everything, but the mind still has a basic line. Afraid of going too fast, afraid of the other person feeling too fast, afraid of the other person feeling too fast...
What was supposed to be smooth sailing the night before, the two of them finally stopped at the first button on their necks. Well, to be precise, they stopped before even reaching the first button...
For two hours, they just stopped at the first step.
However…
When the lemon is sweet and the bamboo charcoal is sweet, everything seems to be a little different again.
It was still jerky, but there was more tacit understanding, and it seemed that they had broken free from the shackles.
Before Yu Nianbing's body became weak, he reached out and turned off the stove with the remaining rationality.
The bacon in the pot is still fresh and tender pink, and the eggs are only half white... Even if you eat a soft-boiled egg, it will take at least two minutes to fulfill your wish.
For some reason, Yu Nian Bing looked back when she left the kitchen, and there was always a feeling that... maybe in a short time, they would not be ready.
I have to say that people's premonitions are sometimes quite...accurate.
When passing by Song Shiyue's bedroom, the two paused for a moment.
That bed didn't look as soft as Nian Bing's, and then the two of them gave up silently by continuing to walk.
It seems that starting from the unanimous step towards the broken wall, the two of them had a little... tacit understanding about the next thing.
Life and death are impermanent, I really like it, there is nothing wrong with it.
The two were nervously talking to themselves in their hearts, and then the tension was quickly burned away by the fire with firewood when they returned to Yu Nianbing's bed.
Just like Yu Nianbing dedicated his last bit of sanity to turning off the stove, Song Shiyue also dedicated his last bit of sanity to closing the blackout curtains.
The room suddenly became dark, but it wasn't completely dark like when the desk lamp was just turned off the night before.
They can still see each other clearly, and even without seeing clearly, they can feel the same addiction and confusion in each other.
Everything started with the phrase "Bamboo charcoal is also sweet...", and the two of them didn't have any more discussions about the following things. Everything is handed over to the body, and it seems to be handed over to the other party.
Complete trust allows the two to indulge in each other's leadership and their own feelings.
Originally, there were more clothes on the quilt that was kicked out of the bed last night because it was too hot.
And then some more...
In the early spring, the two of them were nothing more than a set of pajamas at home. Soon, the quilt under the bed had to bear too much.