Feminism and donkeys

Qingxuan is not a person who escapes, she just needs a few days to straighten out her relationship with Zhimai.

You can't treat other people's feelings hastily. This concept makes Qingxuan cautious and dare not take it lightly.

The confession of a close friend made Qingxuan blush, and she blushed to speak to others, so she hoped to find the answer from the Internet these days.

But there are not many useful things.

When thinking about the next step of the relationship between oneself and Zhimai, the first thing to do is to solve the problem of identity.

Zhimai is very good, pampering himself almost unconditionally, and can feel his heart in every little thing about himself.

When she thought of Zhimai's wrinkled expression when she cut vegetables clumsily and hurt her fingers, she felt very distressed.

When she heard the confession, she was stunned, unexpected.I should be grateful to be confessed sincerely, but why do I subconsciously feel uncomfortable?

But she obviously also has extraordinary feelings for Zhimai, why did she think about how to reject him for a moment?

Like in disputes between readers and authors, writers often don’t ask right or wrong, black and white, and the truth hidden in the past, and firmly believe in the position of identity and stand directly on the author’s side—then why is the self-identity of lesbians so difficult?

Maybe it's because he has homophobia, Qingxuan looked at the ceiling and sighed.

The position determines the idea, give her a period of time to buffer her lesbian identity.

Then try it with Zhimai!

After a while, as Zhimai expected, Qingxuan really took the initiative to find her.

Seeing the invitation to watch a movie on WeChat, Zhimai smiled smugly, she really knew this senior sister very well.

As if a major decision had been made, Qingxuan solemnly clicked "Send", and immediately shut down the screen as if afraid of something.She fell straight back on the bed, took a deep breath, feeling apprehensive, and waited expectantly for the phone to turn on.

A few minutes seemed as long as hours, Qingxuan scratched his ears and cheeks, and breathed heavily, she had been looking at her phone over and over for a long time, why didn't Zhimai reply her messages.

Finally, Zhimai sent a pink emoji "OK", and Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

There must always be an end to things, and it is better to take the initiative to attack than to sit and wait.

Qingxuan has watched a lot of lesbian lovers get along with each other on the Internet in the past few days. How can I put it, in fact, except for some intimate words and actions, the way of getting along with netizens is similar to them, and even some mentalities are the same as themselves.

This makes Qingxuan sigh, if the behavior patterns of women all over the world are the same, then after putting aside the impulsive desires caused by hormones, everyone is lesbian in a certain way.

Now Zhimai on the other side is nervous.

At first she hummed happily when she received the news, but then she gradually became anxious.

What does the senior sister want to say tonight, it can't be words of rejection, it can't be a waste of time after getting to this point.

Zhimai was nervous and rational, and the blowing of the victory horn should be accompanied by a perfect makeup. She was excited to apply a mask, perm her hair, and apply makeup and powder.

She leaned close to the mirror and carefully observed every part of her face, looking left and right, making up a line from time to time, and it took a long time to finally be satisfied.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhimai sprayed a few times into the air and then got into the perfume mist and spun around, perfect.

Compared with Zhimai, Qingxuan is much simpler. After applying some cream, it's over, and then he goes out to wait for Zhimai.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became weird, and they each averted their eyes and stopped looking at each other.

Zhimai wanted to hold Qingxuan's hand as before, but she held back.

Speechless all the way.

The movie is a spy movie, and the tutor is famous for making literary movies.

The light of the camera is dim, obscure, and wobbly, and the heroine in the year of destiny is still in her prime, her temperament is blurred and firm, her body exudes broken sex, and she has a lonely and independent loneliness.

There happens to be an intimate scene between two women in the film. The older woman exudes motherhood and guides the younger woman, and the loneliness of the two contrasts with each other.They took off only their pajamas, whispering and caressing at close range in the dark room.

???????

Zhimai pupil earthquake.She immediately turned her head to look at Qing Xuan, but the other party was indifferent, as if she was concentrating on watching a movie.

Ok.

Qingxuan also wanted to turn her head and stare at Zhimai, but for some reason, she subconsciously stopped turning her head at that moment.

Then he scolded himself why he didn't dare to turn his head, the plot of a literary film is just, it's normal to discuss and answer questions with each other, it's obvious that he has a ghost in his heart.

The camera flashed, and then went to the next scene.

But the plot just now had a huge impact on Qingxuan, and she didn't slow down at all.She has no time to watch the following plot, and only hopes that the movie will end quickly.

The tail of time was dragged on for a long time, and finally when the movie was over, Qingxuan quickly grabbed Zhimai's hand and ran out of the theater quickly.

Zhimai snickered behind her back, she only knew Qingxuan's intentions now, she was stable.

After entering the appointed place in the restaurant, Qingxuan's beating heart slowly calmed down.

She ordered carefully, asked carefully about the ingredients of the dishes, frowning and picking and choosing, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

When you like someone, you can't help laughing when you see her.

Zhimai kept staring at Qingxuan, the corners of his raised mouth couldn't be put down at all, his expression was relaxed and happy.

Qingxuan felt that his face was a little hot, took off his coat, straightened his back, and exhaled slowly, very formally: "Zhimai, it's an honor to be loved by you, in fact, I, I also like you a little bit"

After finishing speaking, as if she had let go of some heavy burden, Qingxuan stopped evading, and looked straight at Zhimai.

At this moment, she was no longer nervous, her head was empty and she didn't think about anything, only her instinct was to look at the person opposite.

It seems that there are only two of them left in the world, and time has been slowed down.

She saw Zhimai raised a big smile, happily holding her hand, fingers crossed.

"Okay, then today we will be officially together!"

Zhimai raised Qingxuan's right hand and waved it, then kissed the back of her hand, and playfully licked it with the tip of her tongue, her eyebrows were curved, her eyes were like stars, shining brightly.

Qingxuan couldn't help but shrink back, but Zhimai didn't let go.The two looked at each other and smiled again.

The atmosphere that followed was very harmonious, and Zhimai regained his clingy nature, sat next to Qingxuan from the opposite side, and kept leaning on her, as if to make up for the hugs that were missing during this period.

Qingxuan squeezed Zhimai's hand, feeling the same joy in his heart. Looking around, everything around him was lovely, and spring blossoms bloomed even in the cold winter. Qingxuan was surrounded by a sense of freshness, which felt wonderful and strange.

Friendship and love between women are so similar, more or less unique and exclusive, if you can't tell the origin of the desire for monopoly, then don't tell the difference, just let nature take its course.

Besides, she is really happy to be with Zhimai, no less than her own article being included in a journal. It is great to meet Zhimai!

They also drank a little wine, slightly tipsy, and decided to walk home.

Zhimai held Qingxuan's hand tightly during the period, and the two of them swung their hands from front to back, shaking them high along the way.

Qingxuan was infected by this childish action, and also jumped on the opponent's shadow, singing loudly.

They are nearly [-] years old, laughing while walking through the brightly lit streets, busy with traffic and fearless of other people's eyes.