The director is too flirtatious

This distance is too close, I really want to dodge, but at this moment, I feel like my body has been tapped and I can't move.Even the breathing became softer subconsciously, as if a little heavier would cause landslides and tsunamis.

I even opened my lips, but I couldn't say anything. The feeling of numbness and dryness spread to the root of my tongue.

I was at a loss, and my hanging hands had no choice but to grab the quilt tightly.From the corner of the eye, I could still see the director's eyebrows and bright red lips.

Obviously the makeup has been removed, but how can the director's lips still be so red?Like a good rouge, like a plump and plump cherry.

The originally playful and relaxed atmosphere turned into a ambiguous atmosphere at some point.The breath is hot, and the hands and feet are weak.

The director sat up a little bit, but the distance between us was still very close.She turned sideways, supported the back of the bed with one hand, and stroked my face with the other.The palm of her hand was warm and cool, but the place where she touched it was hot.

She held my face in her direction and I was forced to meet her eyes.At this time, my heart started beating wildly, and I already had a premonition of what would happen next. I really wanted to push her away, but the only strength I had was used on the quilt I was holding on to with both hands.

In fact, I know, I also have expectations.

Under the anxiety, under the avoidance, under the unconcealed joy.It is sweet or astringent, hiding or welcoming.

The director's eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked at me, and then slowly moved down, and the eyelashes also covered down, casting a small faint shadow, and I couldn't see her expression clearly.Her index finger and middle finger clamped my earlobe, kneading it gently, like a subconscious move, and also like a signal.

I just looked at her eyelashes and swallowed.

This is actually only a few seconds, but it has been as long as a century.

Like being tortured.

Obviously the distance between the two of us is getting closer, obviously her breath directly sprinkled on my face, obviously I have half closed my eyes.

But at such a short distance, it seems to be separated by a Milky Way.

I was so nervous that it was hard to breathe, I was so nervous that my cheeks were flushed, and I was so nervous that I couldn't be myself.

And then there is no more then.

The director slightly opened the distance between the two of us. I couldn't hide the disappointment in my heart. I felt her hand holding my face slowly relax. I was disappointed and seemed to have lost all my strength, and I closed my eyes completely.

But just as I closed my eyes, the director suddenly cupped my face in both hands, and leaned closer to me again.This time, there was no hesitation, and there was no Milky Way separated in between. After all, her lips had an intimate contact with mine.

I opened my eyes in shock, and I could only see the director's closed eyes and the slightly trembling eyelashes in my eyes.

Breathing was completely disordered, the director's smell completely filled my nasal cavity, and then rushed to my head indiscriminately.The touch on my lips was soft, full and warm, and that warmth filled my chest in an instant.

This is not the first kiss between me and the director, but that time, I was completely overwhelmed by panic, the feeling of evasion and anxiety made me unable to experience a trace of beauty.

But this time, unlike the last time, I was aware of what was going to happen, and it wasn't ignorance or anxiety, but a clear awareness.I even longed for what happened next. This longing was hidden under my tension, and when the director pretended to leave, it suddenly emerged, eroding my reason and poisoning my reaction.

Finally kissed.

The director's lips are so soft, with a charming fragrance, sticking to my lips, it makes me feel fascinated.

I didn't know how long this kiss stayed, my fingers trembled, my head was confused, but obsessed.

I didn't dare to move, even though my heart was about to move, screaming crazily, in the wasteland in my heart, vines grew wildly, entangled my heart with lightning speed.

"thump."

"thump."

Beating, restless, uneasy, and looking forward to it.

In the end it was the director who moved, her fingers ran through my hair, she held the back of my head, kissed, and slowly became heavier.

Gentle and caressing, lingering and fiery.

I passively endured it, or I took some initiative into it.The kiss went from slow and careful to hot and eager.

The director's breath was so hot that when it hit my face, it caused my chest to rise and fall violently.The suffocation became more and more intense, and I didn't even know when I closed my breath.

Suddenly, I felt the director's lips slightly open, and then I felt something extremely soft and moist on my lips.My body jolted, realizing what it was faster than my mind could.

"Dong dong dong dong."

The heartbeat was as fast as the drumming of the enemy in battle. I could almost hear my own heartbeat beating on my eardrums, paralyzing my whole body.

After the Director's tongue swept over my lips, he gently moved my teeth.I almost trembled and opened and closed my teeth, and then the director came in unceremoniously.

When I felt the director's tongue break into my mouth, when the tip of her tongue touched mine, my sanity collapsed, and my head suddenly exploded, "Boom" There was a sound, and it was blank.

I don't even know when I put my arms around the director's neck.

Difficult to breathe, dizzy, I couldn't help but half-opened my eyes, I just felt that the director in front of me had turned into an unknown number of her, and his chest was always at the stage of exploding.

The sense of suffocation pervaded again.

I finally couldn't help pushing her away, my face was flushed and I was breathing rapidly.

The distance between the two is not far, and even the director's hands are still holding my head, and my hands are still on her shoulders.This distance is just to open up a breathing space.

I was panting quickly, and the director was actually the same, but relatively speaking, he was calmer than me.I could even feel her eyes falling on me, with a kind of fiery and domineering.

My throat couldn't help being dry again, and the hands on her shoulders couldn't help but tighten, and then I heard the director say, "Yi Nian..."

Her voice was different from the gentle and cold one in the past. At this time, her voice was hoarse, and I even heard a kind of emotion.

The director leaned towards me once.

And I had enough air, and my brain was finally functioning, but the feeling of numbness and tension was still full.My sanity finally came back online, and I said in a hoarse voice, "President...Director, calm down..."

In fact, it was me who couldn't calm down even more. I didn't push the director away the whole time just now.Obviously I want to keep a distance from her so much, and I am so afraid that I will fall in love with her.

After listening to my words, the director slightly staggered his head. It was supposed to be a kiss, but then it turned into a hug.

Her face was next to mine, and she said, "How do you tell me to calm down?"

My fingers curled up subconsciously, feeling her temperature, my sanity almost collapsed again.I pursed my lips tightly, not daring to speak any more.

We just hugged each other without saying a word.Those restless and fanatical elements finally calmed down slowly.

My heartbeat slowly returned to calm, and then suddenly restless.It's as if my reflex arc is only now realizing what exactly happened.

The director and I kissed, and it was still a tongue kiss.

Kissing... is it...?

The heartbeat that finally calmed down, started a new round of frenzy, my mouth was dry, and I couldn't help but want to leave the scene.I pushed the director lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, I'm going to the bathroom."

I pretended to be calm and rolled out of the bed, and walked to the bathroom calmly under the watchful eyes of the director, but the moment I closed the door, I still showed my panic.The door closed with a bang.

At this moment, my body, which was upright just now, seemed to be deflated. I propped my hands on the washbasin, and opened my mouth to pant heavily, as if I had come back from a long-distance race.

I looked up at myself in the mirror, the one with pink cheeks, blurred eyes and bright red lips.I stared at the figure in the mirror as if I didn't know myself, and my heart sank gradually.

At this moment, I finally clearly saw my feelings for the director.I hid in panic for such a long time, but indulged myself to approach again and again. At this time, what reason can I use to tell myself that I don't have emotions for the director that go beyond subordinates and friendship? Woolen cloth?

Between the close contacts that I don't know intentionally or unintentionally, when the director smiles at me gently and pleasantly, which time am I not half flustered and half happy?

But this discovery made me so terrified that I kept running away, trying to escape from this sweet and terrible abyss.

However, I stepped on it with one foot, without the slightest ability to resist.

It was like this when I liked Wu Wen back then, and it's still like this when I like the director now.No, when I liked Wu Wen back then, at least I was simply attracted. At that time, I never thought about what this kind of affection represented.Now that he likes the director, it is because he is no longer in a state of ignorance.

But it is because of this that I am so uneasy.This liking represents more things, and more foreseeable unknowns.

If I hadn't been emotionally moved and had no one I liked, at least I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable when I was on a blind date or even getting married.But if I have someone I like, how can I resist getting close, resisting, or even resenting contact with people other than her?

When I thought of these things, I couldn't help but feel cold hands and feet.I was too calm, that's why when I realized that I liked the director, my first reaction was not joy, but panic.

I really like the director.

What a delightful and frightening discovery this is.I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and the self in the mirror was even more frowning, with a shyness that hadn't completely faded away.

Where is the director?What does she mean when she gets close to herself and makes herself like her?Is she just a whim or is she really interested in me?But she is a straight daughter, a straight daughter who has had several boyfriends.

I was originally a closet, but the other party was even more straight.A straight girl approached a deep cabinet, causing the deep cabinet to fall in love with the straight girl, it's nothing serious.

What is the director's intention?I had to think about this question, but I didn't dare to delve into it.Does the director like me?How does this make me believe?Probably...she was really on a whim.

How could someone as outstanding as the director fall in love with me?What can I do to make the director fancy?

Realizing this, I couldn't help feeling heavy and lost.He looked up at the door, as if he could see the director through the bathroom door.What is her expression now?Are you panicked like me or are you expressionless?

I turned on the faucet, held the water and poured it on my face again and again. The cool water flowed from my face to my neck, soaking a piece of clothes on my chest.

I opened my mouth like a landed fish, looked down at the water droplets from my hair falling on the sink, feeling dazed and sad.

I dare not go out, dare not speak up, dare not ask, and...don't dare to face.

What should I do, how should I face the director, and how should I face this relationship?

Obviously that kiss was so sweet, every cell in my body was cheering at that time, but at this time my heart was heavy again, like walking in the desert with heavy stones on my back.

Probably... this is the emptiness after the cheers.