"It's not a skirt." Chen Jiajun teased, "Looking at you, do you usually peep at neighbors like this?"
"You are not my neighbor." Ye Fei was very playful. "What is peeping, I look at it openly." She stepped on the balcony chair, holding the Roman column, "I'm going to turn over."
Chen Jiajun frowned: "Go the door."
Ye Fei had already stood on the edge of the balcony.
Chen Jiajun was startled by her: "Be careful." Stepped forward, leaning forward, with his arms behind her.
"It's okay." She lifted the skirt and jumped off lightly. "When I was a child, the house was a semi-enclosed balcony. My mother left the key at home several times, but I turned over to open the door from the neighbor's house."
He shook his head helplessly: "Next time you walk the door. It would be dangerous if you step on the skirt."
"Why is it so stupid?" Ye Fei said with a rogue face, "Are you saying that it will fall, or will it disappear?"
With that said, he looked at Chen Jiajun carefully. The sarong itself is a rectangular cloth, wrapped around his waist like a long skirt, which makes his waist and legs long, but there is no sense of femininity. He only feels handsome and relaxed. Such a handsome and upright man is now exclusively for her, and Ye Fei is very proud of him.
There are two rattan chairs and a round table on the balcony. Chen Jiajun put the two chairs together, took her to sit down, and turned his hands around naturally, letting Ye Fei leaned on his shoulders, his wet hair drenched through the T-shirt.
He tucked her hair together: "You were combing your hair just now..."
"Yeah, yes."
"It looks good." He praised it sincerely. In the setting sun, her head turned sideways, and her jet-black hair streamed down, covered with water, as shiny as silk.
Ye Fei's heart was sweet, listening to Yan Yu's whisper, sniffing the refreshing soap scent on Chen Jiajun's body, couldn't help raising his head, wanting to kiss him on the mouth. He leaned back, turned his head to avoid it, and smiled narrowly: "This is a Muslim city. Don't do anything indecent in public."
"There is half a wall blocking it, can't you see it downstairs?"
Chen Jiajun raised his chin, and not far from the street, the third-story window was open, and a little doll was holding his cheeks, looking at his peers running around under the tree, and seeing the two of them, he smiled shyly and waved. Wave.
Ye Fei was embarrassed and sat upright: "I'm hungry, let's go to eat." She got up and went into Chen Jiajun's room, opened the door, and wanted to go back to her room through the corridor. Pulling and pulling, I remembered that I had just taken a shower and the door was locked from inside. She has to climb the balcony if she wants to go back.
Chen Jiajun hugged her arms and watched her running around, feeling funny, and pulled her over: "Don't crawl, talk about it after eating. You don't need to take anything."
"With you, I don't seem to have an IQ anymore." Ye Fei lamented, "I want to add a coat."
Chen Jiajun looked at Ye Fei. Although she was wearing a long skirt, her upper body only had a cotton-patterned camisole and a strapless bra, revealing a vague outline. He took out two shirts: "You choose one." He also took out the denim trousers, "Wait for me, change clothes and go out."
Ye Fei watched him walking towards the bathroom, and blurted out: "You are here to change." Before the voice fell, she began to whine again and again, really not going to the brain... She quickly explained, "The bathroom is full of water, which is inconvenient. You change in the house and I go to the balcony."
She hurriedly pulled over a plaid shirt, and while walking towards the balcony, she wrapped her clothes over her body, tied her waist with a knot, opened her neckline, draped it loosely on her shoulders, and rolled up her sleeves a little bit.
Chen Jiajun put down the jeans in his hands and walked over to help her roll up her sleeves. They were neatly arranged and the sides were the same height. He smiled and said, "You look better in this one than mine."
"Then this dress belongs to me. I will wear it back to Beijing." Ye Fei stood in front of the full-length mirror, took photos from the left and right, feeling happy.
Standing behind him, he smiled faintly: "Which one is still optimistic, take them all."
Ye Fei tidyed up the shirt on her body, and she felt sad for a while. In a few days, she really wanted to say goodbye to Chen Jiajun. In the next few months, the two people were thousands of miles away, unable to touch his temperature, and could only shrink in his clothes, missing his embrace. She was sad, turned around and hugged Chen Jiajun, pressed her face to his chest, and murmured, "I want to take this away."
"It's all yours if you take it or not." He said softly, "When I have time, I will visit you, okay?"
Ye Fei nodded, her nose was sour, and her eyes were wet.
Chen Jiajun held her face, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, met her clear gaze, couldn't help lowering his head and kissing her lips.
Chen Jiajun put his fingers on her shoulders and stroked them lightly. He loosened his lips slightly and lowered his eyes. Ye Fei's eyes were half open, his eyes blurred.
Chen Jiajun leaned forward and pressed lower. Ye Fei's footing was unstable, and the weight of his body was pressed on his arm, falling backward a little bit. He wrapped Ye Fei's waist, lowered his body, and loosened his arms. She sat on the edge of the bed and lay down on her back.
Chen Jiajun put his forearm on the bed, moved a little away from her, and reached out to touch her lips: "Go eat first, okay?"
Ye Fei's complexion was red, with bright eyes, and he shook his head slowly and firmly.
He looked at the girl in his arms, with a low voice, and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry." She lifted her head slightly, bit his fingertips, scratched her teeth on the pads of his fingers, sucked gently, and looked straight at him with her eyes without flinching.
Chen Jiajun regretted teasing her in the car, and Ye Fei followed suit and returned it to him intact. And it's still such an environment, such an entangled posture.
The sarong around her waist was torn twice by her, and it was a little loose. Chen Jiajun untied it with one hand and left it aside, the outline under the boxer shorts was already very obvious. He grabbed Ye Fei's waist and took off her long skirt little by little.
"This time, aren't you drunk?" He curled his mouth, smiled, and kept his hands unbuttoned at the hem of her shirt.
Ye Fei shrank his arms and took off his shirt, his heart pounding: "No."
"Ask me, do you want to." He raised his hand and took off his T-shirt, leaning forward, looking at her with a smile.
"Ah? What..." Ye Fei suddenly.
"You drank too much, I said, I don't want to touch the drunkard." He stretched his hand over, reached under her camisole, and stroked it all the way up.
Ye Fei understood. She wrapped her hand behind her and unhook the bra hook. Her voice was thin and low, but calmly. She said again: "No... I'm not drunk today."
She vaguely remembered. That night, the fragments of light, shadows and voices weren't dreams. At that time, she had to take advantage of the alcohol to cover up the tension and panic in her heart, but now, she didn't have so much shyness and anxiety in her heart. They belong to each other, no matter what they do, it is justified.
She pressed close to his body, her voice was as soft and attractive as in the night, she said: "What I have said counts."
Without that bondage, when I hugged her that day, my fingers touched softly, and now I finally clasped it in my palm. It's not big or small, it's very handy, delicate and smooth skin, soft, but when the hands are struggling, you can feel full elasticity, and there is a full sense of existence in the palms.
He didn't want to touch a drunkard because she couldn't control her behavior and couldn't remember what happened. However, Chen Jiajun hopes that Ye Fei can remember every word he has said, every expression and movement of him. Even after leaving, he wanted her to remember every detail when thinking back, that was the mark they left in each other's hearts. This is a self-possessive desire to declare one's sovereignty.
She is his, and he is hers.
Chen Jiajun kissed her, opened the drawer, took out a small square box, and took out a thin slice. Ye Fei was startled, remembering that he was going to buy snacks on the road, and sitting in the car blowing air-conditioning. Not feeling embarrassed, he said, "Then you still ask me..." and asked me how many rooms I would like.
He put the square foil package in her palm: "Unexpectedly, someone was more anxious and turned over the balcony to chase after..."
Ye Fei's complexion was red, and he slapped the small pocket back on his chest: "I won't, you do it yourself."
Chen Jiajun smiled even more, and took the package and tore it open. Ye Fei half-supported her body, glanced at her, panicked for a moment, tightened her legs, and tilted her head to the side. Suddenly, she felt that what she saw in front of her surpassed her cognition, which was a bit too challenging.
Chen Jiajun saw her sudden nervousness, embraced her in his arms and kissed her gently, from lips to neck, and a soft chest. Ye Fei's body trembled lightly and followed his example, hugging his back and kissing his chest. He was restless, and whispered long "Ah" softly, leaning over to look at Ye Fei, her eyes were black and shiny, and there was no hesitation in the clarity. He fell into her calm eyes.
Ye Fei was in pain, his facial features were lightly wrinkled, his souls gathered together, and they were stripped a little bit, but his heart was filled with infinite joy. They use the most intimate way to connect with each other.