Dear girl

Song Xinci lit the aromatherapy, pulled up her hair casually, took off all her clothes, lay down in the bathtub, picked up the remote control next to her, and turned the light to pink.After 2 minutes, he reached into his coat pocket and took out an exquisite and high-end off-white jewelry box from it.

The reason why she arrived at Liuxia at night was because she went shopping in the afternoon.Originally, engraving required an appointment to line up, but she happened to be a VIP member of this jewelry store.

Song Xinci took out the necklace and hung it on the middle finger of his right hand, held it up to his eyes, patted the warm water with his left hand, looked at it, and raised the corners of his mouth.

This is a platinum diamond-encrusted necklace in the shape of a double ring. The ring is engraved with the initials S&X of their names. There is a circle of round-cut diamonds inlaid outside the ring. It is pure and transparent, with a little light blue, like the night sky. The star in the necklace itself is made of platinum, and it is composed of small heart-shaped circles like chains. Every nine heart-shaped circles are a slightly larger diamond-shaped transition area. The workmanship is very fine, not You can't see it at all when you look closely, the overall shape is exquisite and unique, and the meaning is profound and long-term.

Good wine matches heroes, jewels match beautiful women.

Song Xinci lightly kissed the double-ring clasp, which was similar to a ring, and her long eyelashes were like the silver light of the moonlight.Everything is so clean and clear, in front of you, I seem to be transparent.

Ten minutes later, she put the necklace in her palm and picked up the phone with one hand.

While choosing a song, I thought, it's too hasty, not romantic enough...

The playlist is built now, and the songs have been collected long ago:

Marcos Hernandez - If You Were Mine

Brian McKnight - Back At One

Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud

……

Song Xinci clicked on the playback, cleared his throat, and started to let go of the call: "Sister Yao, Sister Yao..."

"We are also soberly aware that the control of smog has reached the point of no delay..."

In the living room, Xia Yao is watching "News 1+1" hosted by Teacher Bai Yansong. pedestrian.

Hearing Song Xinci's shout, Xia Yao hurriedly put down the cake, endured the pain and ran out of the bath in two steps. Through the glass door, she asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you fall?"

"You come in."

"what?"

"Come in."

Xia Yao pursed her lips and opened the door. The bathroom area is very large, divided into several areas such as dry steam, wet steam, shower, and bathtub. Ci's white and smooth bare back lying in the bathtub.The air is filled with good aroma, the light is pink and the psychedelic space, the background music is brisk and romantic, how should I put it, her heart beats faster anyway.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yao asked, her face turned red.

Song Xin didn't even look back: "I used to read Weibo, there is a bathhouse in the north, and there are bath masters in it. Seeing how comfortable they say, I want to try it too."

Xia Yao: "What do you mean?"

Song Xinci threw the bath flower in his hand back into the bathtub, and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you sister Yao."

Now that the angel had spoken, Xia Yao rolled up her sleeves and walked over, knelt by the bathtub, grabbed the bath flower, blushed like a tomato, from the slender neck to the handsome shoulders to the butterfly bones that seemed to be flapping wings, Going down the back, to the tight waist, to the tight buttocks, straight legs... Song Xinci's back line is so perfect that she only dared to look at it.

After dipping some water in the bath flower, Xia Yao started to use it. Her vision was like a TV stuck on her lower body, and the picture was only cut above her waist. In fact, she didn't know how to take a bath. The back of the neologism.

Song Xinci raised his hand: "Report."

Xia Yao's eyes flashed the sweet helplessness of nostalgia, and she patted Song Xinci on the shoulder: "This classmate, please tell me something."

"If only there was a story."

"You're pretty good at living."

Song Xinci: "Sister Yao is the best."

"Humph." Xia Yao pressed Song Xinci's shoulder with one hand, and rubbed the butterfly bone of classmate Song back and forth with the bath flower in the other hand, "On June 1895, 6, a girl named Wallis was born in the United States. She's an outgoing, mischievous little girl..."

Song Xinci interrupted her: "Mrs. Simpson and Edward VIII?"

"Since you know, let's not talk about it." Xia Yao scooped up a handful of water and poured it on the back of Song Xinci's neck, "How about the orphanage?"

"I'll show you the photos tomorrow." Song Xinci resigned, "Make up one yourself."

"I really want to hear it, okay." Xia Yao changed to massaging Song Xinci's spine, "There used to be a farmer named Zhang San, she got up every morning at dawn, and went to the field with farm tools after breakfast. .”

"uh-huh."

"At noon, I eat the sesame seed cakes I brought in the morning, and I have to work until dark before going home."

"uh-huh."

Xia Yao: "Day after day, year after year, unless it is windy or rainy, it never stops."

Song Xinci: "And then?"

Xia Yao: "Then she became the farmer with the most food surplus in the entire Zhangjia Village."

Song Xinci: "..."

Xia Yao: "This story tells us that if we are self-reliant and have enough food and clothing, we will reap rewards if we work hard. Diligence is the simplest truth to lead a happy life."

Song Xinci: "..." Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to ink are black, and those who are close to sister Yao are serious. In order to prevent each other from talking further and further apart on the road of building socialism, she has to pull back this carriage.

Xia Yao: "Let me tell you another story about Li Si. There used to be a man named..." Before he finished speaking, he froze in place.

Song Xinci turned around, rolled up his legs, hugged his knees with both hands, just covering the spring in front of him, and looked at Xia Yao amusedly, with a set of movements flowing in the blink of an eye.

Xia Yao took a step back and stammered, "Yes, are you going to get up?"

Song Xinci: "..." Am I that scary?

"Sister Yao, why is your face so red?"

Xia Yao: "It's too, it's too hot." She asked knowingly.

"Really—" Song Xinci looked straight at Xia Yao, with a smile in his eyes, but also seriously, "Do you remember the song we listened to in self-study class?"

Xia Yao seemed to be infected by the emotion of Song Xinci, and had a vague feeling that the flower in the mist was swaying in time, as if in a dark place, she lowered her head and smiled softly: "Of course." Self-study During class, when Xia Yao was memorizing words or doing arithmetic or studying other subjects, Song, who was idle, would take out her mp3 and give her an earphone.Otherwise, maybe her youthful memories may only have formulas, words and Song Xinci, instead of those old songs that can bring them back to the old days.

Song Xinci squinted his eyes, reached out to take back the phone that was put aside, searched for a song, clicked on play, clicked on the single, and turned the phone upside down on the table.

Then she looked at Xia Yao and said nothing.

Familiar prelude, the time turns back to the desk where the sun is slanting in, in the formula, in the words, in the long and lonely rainy alley, a seed is planted, the soil is each other's eyes, flying over the pages Calendar, meet here.

Xia Yao turned her head to one side, not wanting Song Xinci to see tears in her eyes.

"Can you give me time for a song, and hold that hug forever..." Song Xinci sang along in a low voice.

Time passed quietly.

"You said I shouldn't, I shouldn't have said I love you at this time, how can I prove that I don't have the strength to lie..."

Song Xinci opened his left fist, and a string of necklaces hung down: "Come here."

Xia Yao looked at Song Xinci with eyes like a devout believer, so she leaned closer.

Song Xinci put one hand around Xia Yao's neck, lowered his head slightly, and buckled Xia Yao gently.

The two were very close, and their breaths were intertwined, fragrant and sweet.

Naturally, they kissed.

Song Xinci clasped the back of Xia Yao's head, and Xia Yao held onto Song Xinci's bare back.

Biting lips tenderly, exchanging hot breaths, one click, soft tongue, from your mouth to my mouth, from my mouth to yours.

Occasionally touching noses, touching foreheads together, eyes closed, but images of two people are all in my mind.

Song Xinci fell out of the bathtub. The bathroom area is very large, and the outside is a clean floor connected to the steam area.

Hugging naturally, Xia Yao's eyelashes trembled, as if she had forgotten the injuries on her body, and she still felt pain.

Falling backwards, Xia Yao's back was stuck on the floor, Song Xinci was lying on her body, clasping her right hand with his left hand, his right hand slipped in from the hem of Xia Yao's pajamas, and went up along the lower abdomen to the soft place, Xia Yao Yao snorted uncontrollably, Song Xinci put his lips against her ear, and said softly and steadily: "Don't be afraid."

Hands wrapped around the back, without any hindrance, Song Xinci moved gently like water, gently lifted the clothes up, the pajamas were turned upside down, and Xia Yao's skin was slowly exposed, charming Like the fruit that tempted Adam and Eve, the juicy fruit, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I want to taste what it is like, go up, and slowly reveal the most precious part, the pajamas shrink into a ball, pass Xia Yao's neck and Head, thrown aside.

Song Xinci bit Xia Yao's ear: "Don't be afraid."

Gentle kisses fell on Xia Yao's body one by one, from eyes to nose, from nose to chin, from chin to neck, from neck to collarbone... inch by inch, slowly down... it must be something precious, To be able to treat someone so tenderly, Song Xinci was afraid of Xia Yao's head knocking, so he put his left hand on the back of Xia Yao's head, put his five fingers through Xia Yao's black hair, and slowly moved his right hand down his waist.

"Don't be afraid," she said, in a reassuring voice.

Sister Yao, I love you more than you, can you believe it?

Song Xinci smiled as he kissed, and opened his eyes to see Xia Yao's expression... Eh... what is this...

Song Xinci stopped, there were two bruises on Xia Yao's stomach and waist, they were two—— bruises.

Xia Yao noticed that the movements of her body stopped, and her hot emotions dissipated, so she was so shy, her face was blushing as if she was about to bleed, and she asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Xinci frowned, pulled Xia Yao to sit up, her thoughts were attracted by other things, she didn't realize that there was something wrong with the two of them being so honest with each other, or forgot, her mind was full of Xia Yao's body looked like bruises from a beating. She moved behind Xia Yao and gasped. There were several bruises on Xia Yao's back.

Song Xinci gritted her teeth, if people could explode with anger, she would have already exploded: "Don't tell me, you are being beaten again!"

Xia Yao picked up the pajamas next to her and put them on, got up and walked to the shelf to get a set of bathrobes, and hurried over to put them on for Song Xinci, her cheeks were hot: "Don't catch a cold anymore."

The author has something to say:

That's all for today, sorry for keeping you waiting.

But having said that, in the middle of the night, in the dead of night, listening to the brisk song update, I feel so good...

I hope you will see so many updates early in the morning, and forgive the author when you are in a good mood~

It's another beautiful day, cheers everyone~