Self-investment

A little farewell is better than a newlywed, not to mention that for Jian Ling and Luo Yimu, this separation is no longer considered a "little farewell". It seems like a century has passed since the separation.

Jian Ling entangled Luo Yimu, gnawing and biting like a beast, and couldn't even control his strength. He scratched a few small red marks on Luo Yimu's smooth back shoulder. The very slight pain stimulated Luo Yimu's nerves even more. Nervous, I can't wait to strip Jian Ling's clothes.

Jian Ling also went to tear Luo Yimu apart.

The buttons of the shirt were no bigger than a fingernail, Jian Ling's eyes were covered with a curtain of water, and he couldn't see clearly. He groped for Luo Yimu's neckline for a long time, but he didn't undo a single button.She was so anxious that she went directly to the neckline, pulling and biting the buttons of Luo Yimu's shirt.

The finely crafted custom-made shirts are not only made of exquisite materials, but also rigorously crafted. The buttons are sewn so firmly that even a simple bite can't be bitten off.

"I can't take it off... I can't take it off..." She was so angry that she simply bit Luo Yimu's throat, biting and licking, whimpering in her nose, she was about to cry, she still tried to undo the strong button without giving up, "I can't solve it..." She turned to Luo Yimu for help, wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, and kissed her ear all the way up, "Mumu, help me..."

Unbearable longing, murmured from the depths of his throat, scorching hot and dense, Luo Yimu's blood surged up, a smirk appeared on his mouth, and he imprisoned Jian Ling between the wall and his own arms with one hand , with the other hand resting on his neckline, the water continuously slipped from the slender fingers and dripped from the tiger's mouth, making that hand extraordinarily beautiful.

She lightly exerted force with her fingers, and with a simple pull, all the buttons were torn apart and fell to the floor with a crisp and pleasant sound.

Jian Ling could no longer hear, she held her breath, and could only see the open neckline in front of her eyes.

Then he pounced on it like a hungry wolf.

……

Did it once under the sprinkler.

……

Both of them have suppressed it for too long. After doing it once, even Luo Yimu couldn't stand up, not to mention Jian Ling, who was hanging on Luo Yimu's body as if he had no bones, and his white and tender face had already turned red .

The bathroom was hot and steamy.

"Phew... not enough..." Jian Ling took a few deep breaths, hurriedly washed herself and Luo Yimu, then dragged Luo Yimu back to the bedroom, and pressed her on the bed.

The two of them didn't even dry their bodies, they lay down on the bed dripping wet, and soon a trace of expression smeared on the light gray sheets. Luo Yimu's hair was naturally a little curly, and it became even more curly after being wet. The translucent dark brown long hair was scattered on the light-colored pillow and rolled into small curls, reflecting her delicate face with red lips and white teeth, flushed cheeks, and long and narrow eyes.

Indescribably charming. Mood.

It's completely a bewitching goblin.

Jane Ling put her hands on her neck, leaned over her head, stared at her without blinking, her heart was shaking with excitement, her body was also trembling, even the tiny hairs on her skin trembled. move.

The water drops on her face flowed down her chin, dripped near Luo Yimu's collarbone, and splashed smaller splashes.

Luo Yimu stared at her, smiled, and raised his hand to touch her face.

As soon as her thumb touched her cheek, Jane suddenly bent down and kissed the smile on her lips.

Then Luo Mu turned over and pushed him down.

Jian Ling's eyes widened suddenly, and Luo Yimu's voice of protest was swallowed up. She scratched at the head of the bed indiscriminately, and accidentally turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom, and her eyes were instantly dark.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and no light from the outside could penetrate. It was still difficult for Jian Ling to see things clearly, let alone Luo Yimu, a congenital night blindness patient.

In an environment where nothing can be seen, all vision is deprived, and the remaining senses are more sensitive, and the sound of breathing is fast and urgent in the darkness.

Closed air, high temperature and humidity. Heat.

All the ambiguous interweaving was covered by heavy curtains, and no one could see it.

Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers celebrating the New Year came and went, one after another.

Fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in Jinling for many years, and the ban was lifted during the Spring Festival this year, so everyone picked up the old tradition that has been lost for many years, and started to set off firecrackers at the moment when the New Year’s bell rings. The lottery is called the door opener.

With firecrackers, this year's New Year's flavor is much stronger than previous years, with a very festive atmosphere.

The sound of firecrackers sounded all night, and the sky in the distance gradually turned white under the sound of firecrackers, slowly getting brighter and brighter, and then the sun came out.

It was as if the sleeping sun was awakened by the continuous sound of firecrackers from Jinling people.

It snowed heavily all night, and it didn't stop until after five o'clock in the morning. The earth was completely white, and the whole world was enveloped in the snow. The sun shone down, and the snow was golden and dazzling.

Let’s just say that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the snow on the first day of the new year will bring joy and people’s hope for a better life in the new year. This snow cannot be swept away, otherwise all the blessings of the year will be taken from you. Sweep out the house.

The children were very happy. They wore brand new down jackets and ran around the world. They said Gong Xi Fa Cai to everyone they saw. They received two pockets of red envelopes, which were carefully stored in the inside pockets of the clothes for fear of losing them. This is something they can keep privately once a year. The small treasury is also the capital to show off to the classmates after school starts.

Downstairs, many children in the community have come out to play, making snowmen and playing snowball fights, laughing and making noise, and occasionally screaming excitedly. Luo Yimu's house is on the third floor, even though the windows are equipped with soundproof glass, there are still people wearing them. An extremely penetrating high-decibel scream came in, waking her up.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Jian Ling who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

Half of the shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and the red marks on the shoulders were all Luo Yimu's masterpiece last night.

Luo Yimu liked it, so he leaned forward and kissed it.

Both of them went crazy last night.

Even Luo Yimu's waist felt a little sore when he sat up from the bed.

Not to mention Jian Ling, the blush on his face has not faded completely, a little lingering charm hangs on his face, there is a little light blue under his eyes, his breathing is heavy and slow, obviously he was exhausted last night, now Still in deep sleep.

Luo Yimu's heart was calm and content, with a tenderness welling up from the bottom of his heart, he bent his eyes, not knowing the heaven and earth, full of joy and nowhere to release, so he had to bend down and kiss Jian Ling's soft cheek again.

Afraid of waking her up, he kissed very lightly.

Jian Ling dreamed that a cloud flew down from the sky and naughtily rubbed against her side face.

The cloud was very fragrant, very elegant, and felt indescribably comfortable. Jian Ling stretched out his hand to hold the cloud in his arms, not letting her slip away.

So he hugged Luo Yimu in his arms.

In his dream, Jian Ling hugged Yun Duo, distracted, smelling the faint fragrance of Yun Duo, and felt that this cloud must taste delicious, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

He licked the tip of Luo Yimu's nose precisely.

Luo Yimu enjoyed Jian Ling's silly appearance in dreaming, and gently blew into her ear, and laughed softly, "Is it delicious?"

"Good...delicious..." Jian Ling smacked her lips as she muttered, "Sweet."

Luo Yimu nodded her small nose, "Little fool."

She was surrounded by Jian Ling's warm and soft touch, her heart was swollen, and she was so happy that she couldn't find the north.

I thought to myself that when I was old, I knew what a gentle township was.

Luo Yimu just lay there, holding Jianling in his arms, not wanting to do anything, holding Jianling's hand, pressing it against her forehead, closing his eyes, and having a good night's sleep.

Two people share a pillow, true bed-sleepers.

Only when you are in it will you know that it is a hundred times more joyful and satisfied than the literal meaning.

The two slept together until four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was about to set, and they woke up.

Jian Ling woke up from hunger.

She didn't eat anything last night, and because she exercised too much, her stomach was already growling with hunger. She thought she was in her own small Internet cafe and wanted to get out of bed to find something to eat. The muscles on her legs were so sore that her facial features were wrinkled, and she was dazed for a while before remembering what happened last night.

It seems that Mumu is back?

Jian Ling turned her head, and sure enough, she saw Luo Yimu lying on his side with his head propped up and smiling at her.

"Mum... Mumu?"

Unbelievable, isn't Mumu accompanying her father?Why are you back?

Jian Ling thumped his head, thinking intermittently, as if Mumu came back overnight last night.

"I'm hungry." Jian Ling pursed her lips, and said pitifully to Luo Yimu, supporting her sore old arms and legs.

"I'll cook for you." Luo Yimu lifted the quilt and got up, went to the closet and took a nightgown and put it on.

She walked in front of Jian Ling without any concealment. Jian Ling saw the scratches and bite marks on her shoulders and waist that belonged to him, his face flushed, and when he lowered his head, he saw the mess on his body again, his face was so red that it was about to bleed .

Doing that with Mumu is really comfortable and tiring.

Still shivering in my calves.

Luo Yimu put on a nightgown, tied up his messy long hair, and went to the kitchen to make food for Jian Ling.

There was nothing in the refrigerator except a handful of dried noodles, so Luo Yimu ordered a pot of noodles in clear soup and asked Jian Ling to come out for dinner.

Jian Ling was really hungry, and he devoured the clear noodle soup with only a little oil and salt on it. He drank so little of the noodle soup that he almost chewed the bowl and swallowed it.

After eating and drinking enough, Jian Ling was lazy and didn't want to move, so he lay down on the sofa for a nap, while Luo Yimu cleaned up the mess left over from last night.

The clothes of the two of them and the soaked sheets were all put into the washing machine and stirred. Luo Yimu's shirt was scrapped and thrown directly into the trash can. One piece was taken out of the washing machine and thrown into the dryer, saying "do you need my help", but actually lying down like an old man, with no intention of helping at all.

"For my happy life, you'd better lie down." Luo Yimu said.

"What does this have to do with your happy life?" Jian Ling was puzzled.

Luo Yimu chuckled, and looked at her lower abdomen meaningfully, "What do you think?"

Jian Ling understood everything at once, and smiled with the corners of his eyes hooked, "Who told you to mine me clean in one go? Do you understand sustainable development? You, just let me take it easy."

With a straight face, Luo Yimu pretended to reprimand her: "Where are there so many messy metaphors all day long?" But she thought about it for herself, and couldn't help laughing again.

Needless to say, the analogy is quite accurate.

Worryingly asked again: "A few days later?"

Jian Ling burst out laughing, laughing too violently, stretching his sore muscles, and grinning again.