The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

In that quiet courtyard, the mood of the piano boy and the matchmaker was full of warmth and attachment. Their embrace seems to be the precipitation of time and the continuation of friendship in adversity. The matchmaker looked at the piano boy tenderly and asked about his injury with concern.

"Brother, how is your injury?" Her voice was soft and full of concern.

Qintong smiled slightly, feeling very happy: "Sister called me brother again!"

Then he replied gently: "Sister, I'm almost healed, you don't have to worry."

The matchmaker was filled with emotion. She knew that Qin Tong was a strong young man who had experienced a lot but was always perseverant. She gently unbuttoned Qintong's clothes and checked the wounds on his ribs. Touching Qintong's strong chest muscles, her fingers paused for a moment, and then her palms began to roam over the chest muscles.

Qintong closed his eyes and felt the matchmaker's touch. He knew that her concern was not just about the wound, but also about his body and soul. The matchmaker's tenderness and care made him feel warm and relieved.

The two stared at each other, immersed in tenderness. Their friendship in adversity becomes even more precious at this moment.

However, the gasping sound coming from the study room made them unable to bear it any longer. The matchmaker couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes, raised her head, and kissed the piano boy's lips. Their kiss was passionate and affectionate, as if a response to those difficult moments in life.

At this moment, the spring breeze blew gently in the yard, and the moonlight shone on the two of them. Their kiss was like an affectionate song, singing attachment and love. This is love in adversity and warmth in life.

The matchmaker's hand slid down the piano boy's chest without pausing, all the way down. Her touch was gentle and delicate, as if she was pouring out her emotions. Qintong was shocked, and his breathing became rapid. Suddenly, he said in a slightly trembling voice: "Sister, goodbye."

When the matchmaker heard Qin Tong's stop, she felt a sense of grievance in her heart. She said softly: "Brother, do you think that I have been humiliated countless times by the Cui family and that I am dirty?"

This misunderstanding aroused Qin Tong's inner pain. He quickly held the matchmaker's face, his eyes full of nostalgia and apology. He said eagerly: "No, no, sister, you are not dirty, you are not dirty, it is not you who are dirty, it is the Cui family, our master, and this evil world!"

The tears of the two people met, and they remembered their miserable life experiences at the same time. Those past traumas and grievances were released at this moment. The matchmaker and the piano boy hug each other and kiss passionately. This is the communication between two souls and a celebration of each other's tenacity to survive.

The moonlight in the yard solidified this moment, as if witnessing their emotions. Their kiss was like a soulful poem, telling their tenacity and attachment. Although life had been unfair to them, they found each other, love and warmth at this moment.

The piano boy and the matchmaker stood under the cold moonlight. The tranquility and romance in the yard almost made them feel as if they were in a dream. The matchmaker's black hair fell like a waterfall, and her eyes sparkled with affection. The piano boy stood beside her, placing his hand gently on her waist, as if he was playing a melodious piano sound.

Their lips met, the passionate kiss burning like fire. The matchmaker's red lips were soft and warm, and the contact with the piano boy's lips instantly triggered a spark in her heart. Their kiss was deep and long, and each other's breaths seemed to be resonating. At this moment, they forgot about the world and only focused on each other, enjoying this fiery love.

However, in their ears, a blushing gasp came from the study. The sound was full of love and passion, making their kiss even more exciting. The matchmaker's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes sparkled with a heart-warming look. Qintong's heartbeat quickened, and he hugged the matchmaker tightly, leading her into a deeper kiss.

The moonlight shone on them, outlining their silhouettes. The matchmaker's hand caressed Qin Tong's back, while Qin Tong's hand gently held her waist. Their kiss was like a passionate love song, completely merging their souls. At this moment, they only have each other, this quiet yard, only the moonlight and the sound of gasping, which constitute the perfect picture of their love.

The matchmaker reached out and hooked the piano boy's head and neck, used her strength to lift one leg, hooked the piano boy's waist, raised her head and whispered softly into the piano boy's ear: "Brother, sister loves you, sister's body , it was my brother who saved me. Without my brother, there would be nothing about my sister. My sister’s body is naturally my brother’s!”

Under the bright moonlight, the piano boy and the matchmaker cuddled against each other. Their bodies are like strings and bows, perfectly integrated with each other without any gaps. The soft curves of the matchmaker and the firm skin of the piano boy are intertwined, as if the water and the rocks on the shore are integrated, indistinguishable. Their kiss was like soft spring rain, gently moisturizing and intoxicating.

The matchmaker's fingertips gently stroked the piano boy's back, stimulating every nerve in his body. Her breath and the piano boy's were intertwined, like ripples on a lake blown by the breeze, gradually rising and then quieting down.

They have no language, only a tacit understanding of their bodies. This is a wonderful harmony, a state of harmony that requires no words, just perception. They were immersed in this deep love, clinging to each other, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of this moment, as if they were surrounded by an ocean of love, and their hearts were immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

After a long time, everything finally calmed down in the study.

Zhang Sheng knelt on the bedside, his heart full of gratitude. He said in a gentle tone: "Thank you, the little lady, for not disliking me. Zhang Gong can get close to the little lady's pillow tonight, and I will repay you like a dog and a horse in the future."

Cui Yingying sat on the bed, her disheveled hair falling like a waterfall. She responded with a gentle smile: "I abandoned my precious body all at once. I have entrusted this body to you, so don't abandon it in the future." Me, it makes me sigh."

Zhang Sheng felt the softness in his heart, and he said softly: "Madam, please lift your body."

Cui Yingying blushed and moved her body slightly. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her beautiful flowery face was even more charming. Her eyes were bright and slightly watery, as if they contained a clear spring. Delicate beads of sweat slid gently down the tip of her nose and forehead, like a crystal pearl, flowing with a subtle luster.

Zhang Sheng picked up a handkerchief from the bed and looked at it carefully. The handkerchief is made of delicate chunluo, as white as jade, with dots of red incense on it, adding to its beauty. His eyes wandered over the handkerchief, and gradually stopped on a red stain.

Cui Yingying's lips opened and closed slightly, as if she was about to speak but hesitated. For a moment, words could not express her inner feelings. Her breathing was weak and rapid, causing her chest to rise and fall gently. Her fingers caressed the hem of her clothes, her movements gentle and slightly trembling, as if she was unconsciously showing her shyness and excitement.

He couldn't help but said to Zhang Sheng: "It makes me shy, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Sheng put away his handkerchief in embarrassment and responded: "Peeping under the lamp, with the flesh on my chest. It's so comfortable. I feel so comfortable all over. I don't know where spring comes from? The incompetent Zhang Xiucai, alone in Xiluo As a guest, ever since I met the beautiful color, I have been unable to think about it; sorrow arises due to distance, and I cannot get rid of lovesickness; thank you Fangqing for not being surprised."

Cui Yingying's eyebrows frowned slightly, showing her inner struggle, as if she was thinking about how to respond to Zhang Sheng's love words. Her eyes wandered in the study, avoiding direct eye contact and involuntarily looking for a fulcrum to calm her inner turmoil.

Cui Yingying's posture is charming and affectionate, and her entire existence is filled with a gentle and charming atmosphere, as if she is a budding flower in spring. At this moment, she not only showed her shyness and innocence, but also revealed her deep admiration and dependence on Zhang Sheng. All this makes her look more charming and fascinating.

Zhang Sheng stroked Cui Yingying's hair. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. This gentle woman made him so excited.