Death Spell

Chapter 119

Tang Song saw that the buttons of his clothes were unbuttoned one by two by Anya, and immediately raised his hand to grab Anya's cold hand.She blushed violently, brushed the hair beside her ear with her other hand, and the base of her ear was flushed, and she pretended to be calm and said, "I... I will do it myself."

The corner of Anya's pale mouth smiled lightly, she turned her head slightly to one side, lowered her hands, turned her footsteps and turned her whole body away from Tang Song.

Such An Ya made Tang Song vaguely feel that something was wrong.

what is the place?

——Fool, I haven't enjoyed how you are responsible for me, how can you let yourself have trouble?

——I don't want you to have something to do, you go away...I beg you...go away...I want you to live well.

Tang Song suddenly realized, yes, what is the promise he made to her in the tomb?

Recalling that when Anya looked at her, the focused eyes were a lost and recovered look, as if she had been lost, so she cherished it all the more.

Could it be that my love for her is fake?

How could it be fake!

Regarding those sporadic memories, even if you can't see the whole picture, there is a faint pain in your heart, which makes Tang Song understand that he is also unwilling.

Fog gradually appeared in the bathroom, and she couldn't see the expression of the woman in front of her clearly, but the corners of her lips were slightly drawn.

Anya stood upright under the shower, raised her head slightly and raised her hands to wipe away the water stains. The sound of water was heard in her ears. She knew Tang Song's character, so she understood that some things should not be rushed, nor should they be rushed.

Suddenly feeling a tight waist, Tang Song hugged her from behind.

Anya's body froze, feeling the warmth of the woman behind her, but she didn't speak a word, it was really hard to figure out her thoughts, but the heart that had just sunk began to become impetuous again.

"……sorry."

After waiting for a while, Tang Song inexplicably blurted out these three words, and he didn't even understand why he had to apologize, but after saying it, he felt it was justified.

The surrounding heat was lingering, Anya felt that the woman was still wearing the white shirt, which was already drenched by water, with a thin layer between their skins.

"Why do you say that?"

The woman buried her head on Anya's bare shoulders, and murmured in a low voice, "I feel like I'm not doing well enough to make the person I like unhappy."

Anya lowered her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Someone you like?"

"Well, it feels like you...are unhappy." Tang Song's hug deepened a bit.

After getting the answer, Anya smiled suddenly, raised her eyebrows and said, "Where did you know that I'm unhappy, and I'm talking nonsense."

"In my heart." In the sound of falling into the water, Tang Song whispered, "Actually... I hate fate, because it can make you very happy, and it can also ruthlessly take away everything you have. Rather than hate, it's better Said I was afraid..."

Tang Song rested his chin on Anya's smooth shoulder and continued: "Over time, I only got used to the distance from people, but ignored the feelings of those around me. I admit that I am conflicted, and I am grateful that it allowed me to meet you. But I was afraid that it would take you away, pulling you left and right, I already... don't know how to deal with it. Anya, these...do you understand?"

Anya stood upright, the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, she naturally understood.

"Fool, I've been here."

Tang Song moved himself closer, and when he got Anya's answer, he said "um" lightly, but then chuckled in relief, "But now I'm not afraid anymore."

"Ok?"

"Since you can't choose, what's the use of being afraid? All I know is that I want to be with you. So no matter where you are in the future, I will accompany you."

Live with you, die with you.

Before that, Tang Song would not have said such words at all.Whether it's the theory of fate, or sharing life and death, in her opinion, it doesn't belong to this world, let alone her.Until I met Anya, why did she have this magical power to take all this for granted?

All the emotions slowly fermented in the warm water, pushing and bumping against each other like a chemical reaction.

Anya liked the straightforward love words of the woman behind her, she responded with a smile on the corner of her lips, and tilted her head back to cater to Tang Song's hot cheeks.

Tang Song followed the movement of the woman in his arms, and stuck his lips to the wet hair, touching, bit by bit, gently and slowly falling on the cold shoulder of the woman, her kiss was so light, so tender Be careful, as if in that dream, Anya treated her like this...

Thinking about that dream, Tang Song said.

"I had a dream... I said it before."

Anya frowned, felt Tang Song's kiss, shifted her head, stretched her neck, enjoyed a soft "Huh?", and asked knowingly, "In the dream, what happened?"

The heat from the bathroom permeated, and Tang Song's soft lips touching her ears were even warmer than the water. She seemed to be slowly melting in the woman's silent kiss.

"Dream..." Even though she was in the shower, her throat was getting dry, Tang Song put her hands on Anya's slender waist, the coldness under her palms forced her, who was parched and hot, to get closer, "You love me I did... very unreasonable things..."

The language of Tang and Song was like a catalyst, making Anya laugh in the diffuse mist. She panted lowly, her chest was slightly heaving, raised her left hand to touch the woman's long wet hair, and then touched it with her fingers. Rubbing all the way from the brow bone, slowly down, stroking Tang Song's hot cheeks, the flowing water stains under the palm, the fingertips inadvertently across the woman's nose, the breath exhaled there is so hot.

Anya suddenly raised her eyebrows and turned around, she wanted to look at Tang Song at this time.

She raised her hand to hold Tang Song's flushed and warm cheeks, and wrapped her body around her body with the other hand. In a blink of an eye, the positions of the two people were reversed. Before Tang Song recovered, in the falling water In the bead, Anya's kiss fell on her hot and soft lips, with a half-smile: "Is that so?"

Even in the warm water, Anya's lips were so cold, with a bloody smell.Tang Song was stunned by the cold and the heat, his eyes immediately filled with mist, especially Anya's questioning made her whole ears turn red.

Anya didn't distance herself between the words, but staggered her position a little bit, and whispered to Tang Song's lips, "Is that so?" But apart from the sound of running water, only the woman's slightly rapid breathing was heard in her ears. Voice.

Tang Song's face was calm, but his eyes were hesitant to talk, shy, "It's been a long time... I don't remember much."

Anya just watched, her heart seemed to be cut open by something, and a beast came out, and fled outward step by step, filling her limbs and bones out of control.

"Don't remember, huh?"

Before Tang and Song could react, the lips of the two overlapped again, and the lips were close to each other, touching gently and slowly, Tang and Song frowned slightly, and felt the woman's hands go up her waist and pressed against the button of her shirt superior.

The more anxious the button was, the more An Ya couldn't untie it. Finally, the woman lost her patience, and with a slight force on her wrist, "呵——", the shirt was torn open.

Tang Song looked surprised, turned his head, and looked at the torn shirt in a daze. He was about to question, but his lips were sealed again in the next second. Under the cold stimulation, Tang Song's heart shuddered. With bare soles, he couldn't help but took a step back and leaned against the wall.

Her waist is already extremely sensitive, and under this bone-eating* touch, An Ya's thoughts were quickly taken away, and her hands turned to hook Anya's neck, catering to the uninterrupted fragrance, as if she could kiss no matter what. not enough……

The last patience had already caused great internal injury to Anya. In the rising heat, she seemed to have lost all restraint.

eager,*.

Anya didn't want to back down because of the backlash from the blood mark, she only thought about one thing, which was to completely own the woman in front of her.

I have to say that Anya really knows Tang Song very well. She seems to know where she is the most sensitive and where she is the most unbearable. With cold fingertips hooking and twitching, her palm tightly pressed against Tang Song's skin, she swam boldly back and forth. Walk.

Tang Song grasped Anya's thin back with both hands, moved his fingertips, and kept tracing her slender skeleton on her cold back, caressing her palms carefully, the tender and cold skin touch is beyond words. To describe what happens.

She felt An Ya's unprecedented strength, which penetrated step by step and enveloped her, drowning Tang and Song's rationality.

"...Mmm." Tang Song kept suppressing his own voice, but his brows furrowed deeper and deeper with the stimulation, and finally uttered a simple low moan with restraint.

Tang Song admitted that she was about to go crazy just from such torture.

Looking back on myself in the past, in the eyes of others, I can basically use the four words "pure heart and few desires" to describe myself. Zhang Ning said that abstinence is too severe, which is a disease.After all, the fun of being a woman is completely lost.But Tang Song always felt that she was not only naturally insensitive to such things, but also had no ideas, so she refused Wu Wenhao's closeness again and again. Maybe it was a disease, as Zhang Ning said.

But now, after meeting Anya, everything has changed drastically.

She likes Anya's kiss, the feeling of hugging her, and likes to smell the faint fragrance of the woman in front of her.At this moment, it's just these... It's no longer enough for her to hold Anya's shoulders. She wants more.

Anya's lips shifted a little bit, and landed behind Tang Song's ears, neck, jaw, collarbone... Gently and repeatedly stroked, Tang Song couldn't bear the rising numbness, his body arched slightly, and he could only clasp tightly hold her.And those two thin lips are slowly moving down... the hands are moving up bit by bit, taking off her torn shirt, and the white fingertips lift up the ripples as they swim, and touch them The buckle of Tang Song's underwear was put on, pinched and loosened, and the last restraint on Tang Song's upper body was taken off by Anya.

Tang Song couldn't speak for a long time, he could only look at her with frowning, panting slightly.

The way those eyes stared at her made Anya's heart stagnate. The feeling Tang Song looked at was so bottomless, containing too much forbearance and shyness, the more so, the more evocative she felt. Anya wants to spy on her *.

"In your dream, is there such a thing?" Anya clearly had something to say, but her expression was very innocent. This kind of Anya is rare.

Recalling that dream, she in the sea of ​​begonia flowers is the real Anya.

Tang Song turned his head and pursed his lips in silence.

Anya smiled satisfied, put her fingers on the top of Tang Song's trousers, but her eyes stayed on the curvaceous slender waist, and the warm falling water slid down her waist, charming and elegant.Looking back, Anya's expression returned to calm, her eyes hooked on the woman in front of her, and she whispered: "Tang Song..."

I have to admit that just being watched by Anya like this made Tang Song's heart beat wildly.

Anya slowly slid down her fingertips, interlocked her fingers, and said: "No matter what happens in the future, you don't need to apologize to me. However, no matter what fate brings you and me, I will walk with you to the end in this life." .so... let me love you, okay?"

Once, they were together.

Because fate is merciless, let them separate.

Now, Anya found her again.

Nothing has changed, nothing...

Tang Song was slightly stunned, always feeling that An Ya's love words carried a meaning she couldn't understand.

While thinking about it, the woman leaned over and kissed her.Tang Song was still thinking about the "meaning", and it disappeared as the kiss deepened, but it seemed to be clear.

Afterwards, when everything seemed to be as it should be, the clothes had already become superfluous. To get rid of this barrier, Anya took off all the clothes on Tang and Song, and the two approached each other without hindrance, once again The frank meeting, the most intimate blend between the skin, can not be separated, Tang Song does not want to be separated from her.

The ceiling light in the bathroom is covered with a layer of mist, and under such lingering light, it adds a bit of coquettishness.

An Ya's palm skillfully controlled every inch of Tang Song's skin. Spreading her fingers, her fingertips slid down little by little, over her waist, and continued down... When her fingertips touched the slippery skin, Tang Song kept suppressing Panting, finally overflowing in this gentle comfort, "Anya..." My whole body began to tense uncontrollably.

Even though Tang Song had made sufficient psychological preparations, he was still extremely nervous at this moment.

"Well, I'm..." Anya lowered her head and kissed the woman's lips. Her cold fingertips were already stained with the warmth and slipperiness of Tang and Song. At the same time, she gently comforted her. She waited for the right time to get closer, and tentatively touched half of her fingertips. Enter.

The woman's back was firmly against the wall, her head was raised slightly, and her chest heaved.She raised her right hand to cover her eyes. She was nervous, and the left hand clasped her shoulder subconsciously increased the strength following Anya's movements.

Such a Tang and Song Dynasty made Anya stop her movements.

She was conflicted and entangled in her heart. She didn't want to completely own Tang Song here, not to mention that her body was too weak. At that moment, Anya remembered how she was out of control before. She was afraid that she would do something to hurt Tang Song .

Don't lose your mind because of a momentary fascination.

No!

Tang Jue realized that Anya didn't go any further, but backed out again, put down his arms, opened his eyes in puzzlement, filled with confusion, his lips parted slightly, covering Anya's cheeks.

"……you."

Anya leaned over, kissed Tang Song's lips, and whispered: "Hush..."

Tang Song's chest rose and fell, and she seemed to understand the language An Ya hid in her eyes, as if such distress and intolerance were not unfamiliar to her at all.

Anya looked at the corners of Tang Song's slightly hooked lips, continued to move her hands, curled her fingers slightly, stroked across, and watched Tang Song's brows shyly shy because of her every stroke and every hook.The panting overflowing from the thin sound of water lingered in Anya's ears.

……

Tang Song stretched his neck into a graceful arc, like petals quietly blooming in nourishment, stretched out the branches, and then released them all one by one.

Anya stared intently at this beautiful bloom.

enough.

enough.

At the same time, Anya's brows suddenly frowned, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Because of Anya's slight trembling, Tang Song was startled as if waking up from a dream. The fog in the bathroom became more and more lingering. He buckled in his arms and hugged him.

"Anya!" Suppressing the chaotic emotions, her voice was so hoarse that even she felt unfamiliar: "Are...are you feeling unwell?"

Anya felt as if all her strength had leaked out at once, and leaned against Tang Song's bare shoulders weakly, panting lowly. She really overestimated her recovery ability, and she was lucky to be able to move with the blood seal.

She raised her head and looked at Tang Song, her dark eyes were still slightly confused, and said softly, apologetically and shyly: "It's my fault, I made you worry..."

This kind of Anya is really cute, but the blue eyes in her eyes are gone in a flash, and the red lips from kisses are gradually losing their blood color, which makes Tang Song feel very guilty.She hid her worry very well, hugged Anya tightly in her arms, her skin pressed against each other, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "What nonsense, I'll help you take a bath first."

Anya looked at Tang Song's rippling pupils and smiled slightly.