The girl in her arms was calmer.
"Ye Fei, Ye Fei?" Chen Jiajun patted her shoulder. She lay in his arms and fell asleep contentedly.
The sea surged to my feet, and the moon hung in the sky.
Ye Fei still held a wine bottle in his hand. Chen Jiajun took it, placed it next to the stake, and pulled the rope around. He patted Ye Fei's face: "If I don't come, you really have fallen."
She was dazed, barely opened her eyes, and replied "Well": "No." She closed again. Chen Jiajun was angry and laughed. Then he thought, Ye Fei would probably pour a bottle of wine into the sea if he doesn't come. He took Ye Fei's arm and wanted to pull her up. Her steps were unstable, and her legs were still hanging on the side of the trestle. He simply leaned down, put Ye Fei's arm on his shoulder, wrapped her back in one hand and bent her leg in the other, and hugged her horizontally. She naturally leaned over and embraced his neck, which was really impolite.
Walking to the end of the trestle bridge and seeing Ye Fei’s flip-flops thrown on the ground, Chen Jiajun shook her head, squatted and kneeled, let her sit on her lap, let go of one hand, picked up the slippers, and threw them into Ye Fei’s arms. Whispered: "Hold it by yourself." She obediently covered it with her other hand.
The girl in his arms is not heavy, and the breezy night is not too hot, but he didn't go far before he felt a fine layer of sweat on his body. The arm that held her back was a little stiff, and the fingers circled in front of her, and the place it touched was very soft. Chen Jiajun adjusted his posture slightly, and Ye Fei's arm slid into his palm, separating the disturbing touch.
When I walked near the dive shop, I happened to meet Lin Daming and Qiu Meixin. The two stood side by side on the beach, looking at the moonlight in the distance, not knowing what they were talking about. Hearing the sound of Sha Sha's footsteps, they turned their heads in unison, looking a little embarrassed.
Qiu Meixin asked: "Ye Fei, she..."
"It's okay, I drank too much."
Qiu Meixin nodded: "It's so late, otherwise, let her live with me."
Lin Daming said to Chen Jiajun: "Yes, I'm going to your house."
"Don't bother you." He lowered his eyes and glanced at Ye Fei in his arms. "There should be vacancies in the resort. Please open a new one for her."
Qiu Meixin thought for a while: "I'll go to the front desk. Wait for me here."
Lin Daming seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the look at Chen Jiajun had no meaning.
"Ye Fei drank too much." Chen Jiajun explained seriously.
Lin Daming teased: "I didn't talk nonsense."
After a while, Qiu Meixin took the key back and said, "The man on duty was woken up by me. Only this air-conditioned room is left."
Three people walked into the resort, opened the door, two single beds. Lin Daming coughed, "Do you need us to change rooms with you?"
"No, I'll go back." Chen Jiajun put down Ye Fei expressionlessly, took out the flip-flops in her hand and put them aside, brushing off the sand in front of her, and just about to turn around, the corners of her clothes were held by Ye Fei.
Her voice was vague, but everyone heard it clearly: "Don't go."
Lin Daming laughed loudly, looked at Qiu Meixin, walked out of the room, turned around and closed the door.
Chen Jiajun was a little helpless, sat down by the bed, pulled the corner of his clothes out of Ye Fei's palm a little bit, brushed her bangs, and said softly: "You sleep well, I'll get you a bottle of water."
"Don't drink."
"You will be thirsty for a while after you drink." Although he knew she was confused by drinking, he explained patiently.
"Oh... Where's my rum?"
Chen Jiajun frowned: "Want to drink?"
"I have wine now, I am drunk now."
"Hey." He got up. "Lie down and I'll get water."
"Jia Jun."
He stagnated. This was the first time that he heard Ye Fei call his Chinese name.
"Jia Jun, don't go." She shouted again, chanting softly, her voice lowered.
Her crisp voice was pierced by alcohol, a little lazy and hoarse, he was a little palpitated, but he couldn't help but leaned down and asked, "Huh? What did you say?"
"I have wine now and I am drunk now." She repeated, suddenly reaching out, hooking his neck, and muttering, "Let's do it."
Chen Jiajun's head banged, as if the air wave about to explode made him a little dizzy, and his scalp was slightly numb.
"You drank too much." His voice and body were a little stiff.
"Well, I drank too much..." Ye Fei reluctantly opened his eyes, "I have just passed my menstrual period, it's safe."
His calm face was a little stretched: "Stop talking nonsense, let go."
"I'm not talking nonsense." Her eyes were blurred, "I said, Just do it!"
Nike ads came out, really drank too much. Chen Jiajun couldn't laugh or cry. He half propped on the edge of the bed, and Ye Fei hooked his neck. With a punch distance, the tip of his nose was facing the tip of his nose, as if many little ants were crawling across his heart.
"Ye Fei..." He smelled the slight drunkenness she exhaled, "You are obedient and sleep well."
"I'm leaving, be nice to you... I don't want to regret..."
Does she understand him that way? Having said so much, she thought she was seduce her
"You are very good to me." Chen Jiajun laughed, grabbing Ye Fei's wrist with the other hand, bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek. With a loose neck, she managed to break her arm aside. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, she felt the lips moist. She lifted her head slightly, pressed her soft lips, pecked on his mouth, and then fell back heavily.
He seemed to be electrocuted, his body tightened subconsciously, his hand was still pressing on her wrist, and the muscles on his arm were tightened. Moonlight came in through the gaps in the wooden shutters, and the girl under her body opened her eyes slightly, her lips half-opened and half-closed. In the blurred night, her face was covered with a layer of light.
Chen Jiajun turned his head abruptly and threw away her hand, acting a little rudely. His voice was low and hoarse, "You drank too much, go to sleep." As he said, he took two steps back, leaned over and picked up the flip-flop by the bed, walked to the door and put it down. Then he opened the door, turned around and put it on, followed by the sound of the key turning.
Ye Fei was a little bit lost, without any strength on his body, lying limply on the bed. She was drunk, but she was not so drunk that she didn't know what she said. She clearly heard every word she said, but blurted out some words that she didn't dare to say, so she didn't have to type drafts.
Originally, when she was sitting at the end of the trestle bridge, she was just greedy for Chen Jiajun's embrace, she didn't want to leave, she simply didn't speak, she could stay as long as she could. But he leaned over and picked himself up, and his fingers accidentally touched her chest, causing waves in Ye Fei's heart. His chest is wide and warm, firm and full of resilience, which makes people want to squeeze forward and take a deep sniff for the smell in his arms.
Chen Jiajun's hands were so well-regulated, without any deviant movements, but instead shook slightly and moved the palm of her hand to the outer edge of her arm. At that moment, Ye Fei, who was dizzy and drunk, made a sober decision.
This "Durian", she was set.
But now he pushes the door, is he acting too eagerly? Or is the charm value too low for him to look down upon
Every word she said, even though she borrowed seven points of alcohol power, she still had to muster up twelve points of courage. Deep down in her heart, she has always been sure that Chen Jiajun likes herself. That's why she was anxious because of her late at night, so she came back to comfort her endlessly, and then hugged her tenderly on the trestle. Although her heart was moving, she didn't account for it. She is cheap, what a decent person!
However, she never thought of another possibility, that is, maybe she is really regarded as a younger sister. All warm or romantic situations are her own passionate imagination. He never asked him if he liked him or not.
Ye Fei let out a low wailing, the more he thought about it, the more sad, and the embarrassment of being rejected, embarrassed with shame, wishing to get under the bed wrapped in sheets. She huddled together on the bed, and her tears fell "click" and "click".
At this time, there was a creak of wooden steps being stepped on. She heard the key inserted in the keyhole and turned it "click" in a circle. Ye Fei was flustered, with nowhere to hide, he closed his eyes quickly and tried to make his breathing smooth.
Chen Jiajun pushed the door in, walked gently to the head of the bed, and quietly put down a bottle of mineral water.
"Ye Fei." He leaned down, put his hand on her shoulder, and whispered her name.
She hadn't recovered from the frustration she had just received, closed her eyes, her breath was long, and she didn't say a word. Without turning on the light, Chen Jiajun lifted the blinds upwards, letting in a faint ray of light. In the faint blue night, her face was clearly visible, her face was wet, and she had just cried. Half smiling, half sighing, he got up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, and the exhaust fan buzzed. He washed a towel, twisted it half dry, returned to Ye Fei and sat down with his palm supporting her neck and back of her head, carefully wiping her warm forehead and tear-stained cheeks.
Suddenly, the hand holding the towel was held by her, she seemed to be awake, opened her eyes, blinked twice slowly, her eyes still blurred.
"Give you a bottle of water, do you want to drink it?" Chen Jiajun said calmly.
Ye Fei drank, cried again, his nose was a bit blocked, and he breathed with his mouth half open, indeed his mouth was dry. But there was something more important in her heart. She clenched Chen Jiajun's hand and asked firmly, "Am I your little girl?" Her eyes were straight.
He said calmly: "No, you are not."
Ye Fei felt relieved, his hands relaxed. Chen Jiajun laughed: "Now you can drink water?" Ye Fei nodded. He unscrewed the bottle cap, helped her get up and took two sips, then let her lie down.
"It's getting late, you can rest." Chen Jiajun put down the water bottle.
Ye Fei pulled his wrist: "Then don't go."
He does not speak.
"That..." Ye Fei's index finger gently scratched the back of his hand, "Don't you want it?"
"No." Chen Jiajun replied categorically, "You are drunk, and I don't want to touch a drunkard."
"I'm drunk, I won't delay you." The idea is correct, but he doesn't hesitate to speak. She opened her hands and feet, lying in a "big" character, in a gesture of asking you to please yourself.
This man's wine is not very good.
"Talking nonsense again." Chen Jiajun was angry and funny, just like treating the wounded in the first aid course, put her right hand under her left cheek, curled up her left knee, and pushed her arm around to turn her sideways inward. Recovery posture.
"Then you hug me." Her voice was a little aggrieved, "I'm going to leave."
Chen Jiajun was silent for a moment: "Okay, you sleep honestly and don't move around."
"Yeah." She agreed immediately.
He lay down behind Ye Fei, put his arm on her waist, grasped her arm, and placed it in front of his stomach. He knew that there was no reason for Ye Fei who was in a drunken state. If he refused categorically and turned to leave, she would be crying and sad all night. More importantly, holding her in such a quiet night made him feel extremely happy and peaceful.
He was also reluctant to leave.
I don't know why, after a few minutes, the girl in her arms started crying again, probably when she drank too much, her feelings would become more abundant. Chen Jiajun patted her arm, Ye Fei turned over, the single bed was so big, she almost got into his arms, touched his T-shirt, and slipped all the way to the back along the firm waistline; One leg pressed against Chen Jiajun's thigh, and his heel hooked back, pasting his jeans through his jeans, rubbing against the soft skin on the back of his knee. He was a little upset and threatened: "If you move around, I will leave!"
"Oh." She seemed to be frightened, her hands and feet restrained a lot.
"Go to sleep!" He paused, gritted his teeth, pushed Ye Fei and turned over.
"Then you won't go?"
"I do not go."
"Oh..." She was relieved now, and she didn't forget to pull Chen Jiajun's arm and put it on her waist.
Ye Fei was crying and crying, she was indeed too tired to open her eyes at this time, and her consciousness gradually became blurred. She arched her body, her back will be pressed against Chen Jiajun's chest. The feeling of Ruo Ruo Li made her heart uneasy. She leaned back and fell into a warm and firm embrace. Then she relieved her mind, twisted her body contentedly, and rubbed his chest twice.
Chen Jiajun only felt stretched from her chest to her waist and abdomen, and the tension continued to decline. The curve of her side is undulating, and her arm rests on the concave section, and under the palm of her hand, through Ye Fei's T-shirt, she can feel the contour of the waist of her short skirt.
This is an attractive dividing line. If his palm reached in, whether it was up or down, Ye Fei would not refuse. Perhaps, she would whisper softly, twist her body, and cooperate with him...
Chen Jiajun was surprised. He was wearing denim trousers, and the strain of depression made him clenched his teeth. He sat up, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, raised his hand, and pulled it aside.
"Ye Fei." He called out softly, and twisted her upper body slightly, holding her shoulder.
This time, she did not answer. She really fell asleep, her expression relaxed and relaxed, with a pure and innocent face.
Chen Jiajun was itchy and funny again, helplessly, kissed her on the forehead: "If you weren't drunk..."
As he walked to the bathroom, he unbuttoned his jeans, took them off, and threw them on the other bed. The tight restraint disappeared, but the heat in the body grew stronger and stronger. Close your eyes, the palm of your hand still has the touch of her waist. If he doesn't stop, he will touch it. What kind of heartbreaking softness is it? There was a look of confusion in front of her. He just pressed her wrist and gathered her under him. Ye Fei's lips were half open, and there was a puddle of water in her eyes. She raised her head slightly and kissed his lips with a lazy voice.
She said: Jiajun, let's do it.
This was the first time she called his name.
There was a low whistle rolling in his throat, and his tight body trembled, and finally relaxed, his heartbeat was still fast, and a thin layer of sweat appeared. Chen Jiajun pulled over the shower and turned on the shower, and the water curtain fell on his face.
Ye Fei didn't know anything about all of this. She lazily relaxed her limbs, sleeping very peacefully.
Chen Jiajun stood by the bed, looked at her silently, and wanted to turn around and leave, but his heart was mixed. Although the charming scene was only his imagination, but at this moment, he left with his legs, it seemed cold and ruthless. More importantly, she will leave the island in two days. When we meet next time, who knows when
He couldn't bear it.
He put on his clothes and lay down again behind Ye Fei, his arm passed under her neck, found her hand, and clasped her fingers. He kissed her ear: "Next time, you wait."
After rushing for several days, Chen Jiajun also lacked sleep, so he slept particularly securely this night.
Ye Fei didn't sleep well, the effect of alcohol faded, and she couldn't fall asleep until six o'clock, and her temples bounced. The air-conditioning in the room was on, and she subconsciously looked for warmth and shrank back. Then she froze.
The hand with well-defined joints, the temperature and smell of the chest behind him, and the long legs pressing on his own legs, who else can there be
Yesterday she was unconscious and confused. She didn't remember all the details of what she said and did, but the restlessness and feeling in her heart were absolutely correct. She remembered that she had made up her mind to make a quick fight, and she also remembered pulling Chen Jiajun and wishing to swallow him alive. And he coldly rejected her and pushed the door away.
Oh my god, so ashamed.
But why did he come back again? She couldn't figure out what he said and did after he came back. A lot of light, shadows and sounds floated through her brain, and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a scene of her own fantasy.
But he is really here. Since he is back, he must not be at peace, don't say he is telling a story to coax himself to sleep. Ye Fei was embarrassed and embarrassed. He didn't know how to face Chen Jiajun's teasing and inquiries, let alone how to explain and end if he was seen by others. Through the gap of the window, I saw the half-bright and half-dark sky, and it was too early to think about it. She let go of Chen Jiajun's hand, rubbed forward, pressed her body against the wall, and got out of his arms. She held her hands on her body and slipped off the foot of the bed. Turning around and taking a look, Chen Jiajun had a long breath and was still asleep.
Ye Fei took a long sigh. The feeling of being a guilty conscience prevailed. She couldn't care about feeling nostalgia. She tiptoed to the door, touched her flip flops, and opened the door and walked out.