[Inuyasha] The male protagonist is a yin sword

——"Similar nights, can you not share them with others?"

She never thought that the power of language would be so terrifying.

The pupils contracted, and a simple sentence was like a stone falling into the heart lake, instantly setting off a huge wave in her heart.

The dam of reason was crumbling, she didn't dare to think deeply about Yin Dao's words, the body leaning against his arms trembled subconsciously, she resisted the trembling from the soul to the limbs, and carefully held the last line of defense.

"……What's the meaning?"

The people behind her hugged her so tightly, but she felt as if she was stepping on the void, standing precariously on the edge of a bottomless cliff.

stop.Her reason told her so.Hurry up and rein in the precipice.

"...I don't know." The familiar voice lost its usual calmness and softness, and was also trembling slightly.

The knife was pressed against her neck, and the breath overflowing from her lips was hot and hot, capable of melting all hypocritical barriers and hard and cold lines of defense.

"Xiaomei, I don't want you to do the same thing as others."

The sound of the heartbeat was deafening, the surrounding air became thinner, and the temperature and smell surrounding him from behind made him dizzy.

When she was in a trance, she fell into a huge confusion for a moment. The world seemed to be shrouded in a wet white mist. She heard her own voice asking faintly:

"Is that okay with you?"

Cracks appeared in the ground and rubble rolled into the abyss.

She couldn't control her voice, her mind was controlled by an unknown force, and her breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Can I do the same thing with you?"

The hands around her waist trembled convulsively.

She turned her head, wanting to see Yin Dao's face, wanting to see his eyes clearly at the moment, but he suddenly raised his hand, covering her eyes in embarrassment, the world fell into darkness, only a faint light was left to shine through. Passing between the fingers, all the senses except vision are magnified at that moment, and even the other party's sudden heavy breathing can be heard right at hand.

He said: Yes.

On a silent spring night, the silver moonlight passed through the shadows of the flowers, and the snow-like cherry blossoms fell. She remembered that after the afterglow faded, when her sanity returned, she propped up her body, and the eyes the other party looked at her at that moment were clear and dreamy. If the clear spring that can wash away all the filth in the world is gentle and tolerant, it will chill her heart.

But now the body embracing her was hot, and she also recalled the time when her body and mind melted, trembling and hugging her arms tightly.

"..."

Maybe it's just a simple craving.

She crumpled the clean and white scroll, leaving heavy marks on it.

A gentle and ascetic young man throws away the shackles of external responsibilities, no matter how strict he is with himself and restrained, in the end he is just a human being with flesh and blood and needs.

Yin Dao put down his hand, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

She thought, maybe it was just the simplest need.

But the look he looked down at her was like his pupils getting darker after being soaked in water mist, and when he called her name hoarsely, the deep part of his throat trembled slightly——

"Xiaomei."

The last crumbling line of defense was completely destroyed by the feelings that broke through the embankment.

When the Yin knife came to kiss her, she didn't avoid it.

When he sucked her lips jerky, she softly opened her lips and tongue, and slightly tilted her head to make the two of them fit closer together.

The season outside seems to be the end of summer, and the cicadas are neighing endlessly in a distant place, and the air is vibrated like ripples, ring after ring, endlessly echoing under the blue sky.

The air is dry and hot in the afternoon, and the wildflowers that are about to fall are brewing a sweet and sluggish fragrance. The sun shines on the green leaves, and the shadows of the lush trees cast bright spots, and the drowsy time freezes like ancient resin.

The hangers toppled over, and the kimonos in the room flowed like brightly colored rivers. The brilliant and flowing clothes slipped off the screen, and the clusters of wisteria flowers floated from the branches to the ground, laying layers upon layers.

Thin ribbons are scattered, and the patterns of the four seasons bloom like flowers.

The cyan sea waves flow over the undulating mountains, the graceful peony covers the elegant green bamboo, the silk brocade kimono is tightly held by white fingers, the golden embroidery thread caresses the snow-white cranes, and the long black hair spreads on Ling Shuang's proud face. On the snowy winter plums, the faint fragrance permeates like clouds.

"... Xiaomei."

She echoed vaguely to the voice, to the name he had given her.

The air at the end of summer is stuffy and heavy, humid and hot, and a thin layer of sweat can break out in the blink of an eye.

The material of the kimono was soft and smooth, with a coolness like silk, she unconsciously curled up her toes, rubbing against the delicate lines on the clothes.

"Xiaomei."

"Xiaomei."

The purple kimono is flowing with beautiful flower branches, the soft flower buds are slowly blooming, the thick nectar exudes a dizzying aroma, and the light-colored petals are gradually dyed with gorgeous and deep colors, forming a sharp contrast with the white hands like jade contrast.

She turned her head and stared at the colors in the room in a trance.

The hands stroking the flower branches were trembling, and her gentle and eager movements were no longer patient and stable as usual. She closed her eyes and grabbed the scattered kimono by her side.

"……what."

The voice escaped uncontrollably from the gap between her lips, and she could hardly breathe.

"Bad knife."

too heavy.

She buried her face in her crumpled clothes, stifling her embarrassing crying.

The sash hanging from the imperial curtain swayed in the wind, and the knocking jade made a crisp sound, as sweet as a bell tied with a red string.

"Xiaomei." He seemed to have lost his speech, and could only repeat the same syllables confusedly.

The gentle and hoarse voice fell into the ears, constantly causing trembling in the depths of the soul, almost making people want to escape from the too sweet torture.

Lost in the concept of time, she only felt that she was falling, falling, and the feeling of weightlessness was endless. The stuffy air seemed to become a fire that would not dry up, burning more and more intensely, getting hotter and hotter. The sound continued to echo, and the sound of the bell became more and more urgent. She seemed to hear the sound of startled deer coming from the courtyard in a trance.

With a bang, the bamboo pipe hit the stone.

She was startled, and suddenly arched her waist lying on the kimono.

"It's okay." Yin Dao hugged her, grabbed her wrist and pressed her down.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, and he stared deeply into her eyes. The light brown pupils were shrouded in moist mist, and the long, sweaty hair was black and thick, scattered along the pale back like soft seaweed.

Drinking the clear spring will only make you thirstier, and the smudged water will wet the gorgeous kimono and smear the dark color of the silt.

When the petals are separated, the shallow stamens stand upright gently, the dew rolls down the calyx, and the sweet nectar will gush out like spring water when you press it lightly with your fingertips.

The cicadas were singing loudly outside the window, and the scorching sun seemed to melt everything.

Yin Dao bent down, and she saw the gorgeous summer flowers outside the window, the bright colors and light and shadow blurred into one piece, and the bright sunlight was as white as snow.

People see that the city is not close to the sea, and the sea in late summer is so blue that it stretches as far as the eye can see. The reefs on the seaside are covered with crystal salt grains, and the soft waves beat against the reefs, and the water splashes like beautiful foam.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the tide.

The wind carries the fishy sweetness of the sea, and the sound of the tide rises and falls, slowly receding to the empty distance.

Time has become an abstract concept, and the soul seems to have left the body. When you come back to your senses, the cicadas outside the window become clear again. Clear and sometimes fuzzy, wobbling like phantoms reflected in water.

The cold silk brocade becomes hot, and the scorching temperature presses on the delicate lines of the embroidery thread.

"...so heavy." She murmured softly.

It was too hot in the room.

It was too stuffy and hot, as if the breath was stuck together.

But Yin Dao seemed to be unable to hear what she said clearly.

He hugged her tightly and folded her into his arms like a flower on a branch, as if he was afraid that he would crush the blooming flower, but his body was out of the control of his will, and his trembling breath was full of urgent contradictions.

The feeling of not being able to get to the ground made her reach out and grab his sleeve instinctively.

"...the black knife?"

He brushed away the broken hair from her cheek, held her face in his arms and kissed her carefully.

The still jerky kiss, with a slight tremor, gently filled the emptiness in her heart.

She stepped on the ground again, returning to the reality of their shared existence.

Afterwards, Yindao rested for a long time holding her in his arms.

She pressed against his chest, and heard his heart beating continuously. He was sweating all over, and his pale face was flushed. She almost wanted to reach out and touch his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever. .

"...are you feeling okay?"

He seemed to be in a trance.

The two lay on scattered kimonos surrounded by crumpled colors.

"I'm fine." Yin Dao lowered his eyelids, and his soft eyelashes cast fine shadows on his fair face.

"feels good."

He didn't seem to know what a terrible thing he had said, he touched her face with a knife, and combed the black hair behind her ears with his fingers.

"When I'm with you, I feel very good." His gaze was focused and soft. She couldn't understand why he could maintain such a clean and holy expression, but her heart was strongly shaken by the other's words.

She had to change the subject in embarrassment: "...these kimonos..."

The fabric, which seemed expensive at first glance, is now wrinkled and wet.

Yin Dao: "Sorry."

...and actually apologized.

There was a gentle touch from the end of the eyes, and Yin Dao looked down at her face, as if he was relieved, and said softly: "You didn't cry this time."

"……what?"

He hugged her into his arms, as if coaxing a child: "Don't cry in the future, Xiaomei."

"..."

She was momentarily speechless.

Since just now, her heart has been beating violently in her chest because of a certain premonition, and she even felt a little scared, afraid that what the other person said didn't mean what she understood, and what would she do this time after the great joy fell through.

"Xiaomei."

When they met for the first time, he asked her what her name was, and he knocked her down with one sentence.

She still remembers the young man's smile in the moonlight, and the vibration in the air when he pronounced her name.

Yin Dao took her hand and pressed her hand gently on his heart.

"Please don't disappear again."

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