After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

When Yang Yi was still in heaven, he imagined what it would be like to "use actions to let you know how much I miss you", but...

She was hugged so tightly by Chris that she almost couldn't breathe. Fortunately, it was okay for her not to breathe for a long time. She lowered his whole head. He was too tall, 188cm tall, and she only reached cm. His chin, so when he was held in his arms, she had to bury her face in his chest, and her entire mind went blank.

Her nose was filled with the citrus scent of just taking a shower - he was still so considerate. This feeling of being catered to her liking made Yang Yi extremely happy. Her heart was beating so fast that it almost seemed like it would pop out of her throat. , and the blood all over his body was boiling, hotter than magma.

Happiness, pleasure, and excitement mixed with each other, hitting her heart like a torrent. She couldn't help but hug his waist - ah, compared to the broad and strong shoulders, his waist was thinner and stronger...

Suddenly, a nonsensical thought popped up at an inappropriate time: If Zhang Ningning could be hugged by him like this, I'm afraid she would faint from excitement...

Damn, what was I thinking? Shouldn't we just enjoy this moment?

But her mind was as if it was not hers, and was not under her control at all. Some random thoughts and pictures were forced into her mind: altars, secret bases, corpses, oleanders, fire demons, the sea, crocodiles, pastures... they kept going. Switching, like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Oh, intrusive thoughts. She thought coldly.

At this time, the emotions that should have been in charge of the overall situation suddenly retreated into the background, and the reason that should not have come dominated her thoughts.

The hand holding Chris's waist loosened, and she calmly analyzed herself in her mind: These uncontrollable intrusive thoughts are to get me out of the pleasant mood of this moment, and subconsciously think that I am not worthy and not qualified to enjoy it. Delight and pleasure.

The subconscious is trying to save itself, because past experience tells it that every time something happy happens, it will be followed by disaster and pain, so in order to avoid the subsequent pain, it simply refuses to be happy... …

But at the same time, it robbed her of pleasant emotions and her ability to be happy.

It is like a black dog that has been following her, biting her whenever it gets the chance, and always hiding in the dark shadows around her. When her mood rises and there is something worth being happy about, it bites her. Leng Buding jumped out and bit her.

In this way, in the self-repression day after day, year after year, she seemed to have completely lost the ability to be happy.

"Yang Yi..." Chris let go of her and called her name in a low voice. These two words were precise but also gentle and affectionate, as if he had practiced them thousands of times in his heart and on the tip of his tongue. His right hand slowly caressed her face, as if he were touching the most precious treasure in the world.

As soon as Yang Yi came back to her senses, she sank into the charming blue ocean again.

His voice gradually became hoarse, "May I?" He moved closer and closer to her, staring at her with his deep blue eyes, like a silent inquiry.

Yang Yi's face suddenly turned red, and she once again fell into a dilemma like the one on the terrace: Should I close my eyes or not...

But the red cloud on her cheeks was a silent permission. When Chris kissed her lips, she finally chose to close her eyes.

In an instant, fireworks exploded in the night sky, flowers from all four seasons bloomed at the same time, the severe winter ice melted with warmth, grass sprouted in the spring rain, a beam of sunlight penetrated the dense forest and shot into the dark open space, and lightning split the layers. dark clouds……

She was as dizzy as in a dream, no, even more dizzy than in a dream.

Before going too far, Chris used all the self-control in his life to let her go. He had never found that it was so difficult to just leave her lips.

Yang Yi's lips were red and she looked at him with blurred eyes.

Chris felt so hot that he needed a cold shower to cool down.

It's not the right time, it's not the right time, and she won't like it if she goes too far... While convincing himself, he took her hand and kissed the back of her hand preciously, "I promised you last time that I would take you to visit me. Are you still interested in your current home?”

"Of course." Yang Yi said drowsily.

After being held by his hand to tour most of the mansion, she could only say: "It's so fucking luxurious!"

Just the huge theater, the audio-visual effects, the holographic effects, the comfortable massage chairs, the leather sofas that could roll several times, and the dazzling array of drinks on the bar - it took her breath away, let alone anything else.

There is also the huge lawn outside, the forest halfway up the mountain, and an entire lake.

They walked around and took a look. Chris introduced the scenery and told her what interesting things had happened here.

His life was just as rich and interesting as the person he was.

It was noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the air was getting hot. They sat together on the ground under the shade of the lake, with their backs against the big trees.

Chris carried a bucket of ice containing several bottles of drinks and beer, and handed her one.

Yang Yi took it and tasted it. It was sweet sparkling wine with a very low alcohol content. Although she could no longer appreciate the deliciousness of human food, she did not refuse it. She did not want to separate herself from human life.

Chris opened a can of cold beer, drank half of it in one go, and sat next to her.

They looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, neither of them spoke, but there was a tacit understanding that everything was unspoken.

With their backs against the huge tree, they quietly enjoyed this quiet moment.

Yang Yi grabbed a piece of grass and suddenly remembered something. He smiled and said to Chris: "Have you ever eaten the buds of thatch? We call it Maojian'er. When it doesn't grow, it's sweet. Chew it for a while, and it tastes like chewing gum, but you can't blow bubbles. When I was a kid, on the way home from school, I would go all over the ditch to find this thing to eat... Ah, it's a pity that it's not spring, this is a unique snack in spring... …”

The smile she recalled made Chris feel sour in his heart. He felt sad for her and felt sorry for her gloomy childhood.

In the end, Chris just gently held her shoulders and let her half-rely in his arms, as if he was holding her.

"When spring comes, let's go pick it together, okay?" he whispered.

Since there is no way to change the past, then re-create the impression of some unpleasant past events. When you think about it again, it will be some happy memories. he thinks.

"Okay."

The water in the lake rippled slightly, and Yang Yi was half leaning in Chris's arms, feeling extremely peaceful.

With him, she felt more at ease than ever before.

The warm wind becomes cool when it blows under the shade of the trees, and it feels very comfortable on the face. Occasionally a fish jumps out of the sparkling lake.

Yang Yi felt like she had experienced this scene before. Suddenly, she remembered where this familiar feeling came from - it was a dream. She had her first date with Chris that day, but she was late. The reason for being late was because she slept in I woke up and had a dream.

In the dream, she stood in a stream, surrounded by the chirping of birds and insects. The cool stream washed her ankles, and the little fish kissed her feet.

It's so peaceful in dreams.