After kissing the professor

The bright lamp above shone on Shen Jinrong's face, and Yan He realized that there was a pearl pendant on her earlobe.The color of the pearl is not the common white with watery light, but a faint blue-purple light.

A little dazzling, a little brittle aesthetic.

Shen Jinrong looked at her condescendingly, and Yan He also looked up at her.After a long time, she heard the standing woman sigh softly, smiled helplessly, walked to the side of the deep red single sofa and sat down.

Does she not like me?Do you hate me?Why did she just smile and walk away?

There was a burst of grievance in Yan He's heart for no reason, this grievance seemed to be dyed, and it shone with the same luster as the pearl on Shen Jinrong's earlobe.She saw Shen Jinrong smile, and she turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down, with her sigh just now ringing in her ears.

Yan He's lips were slightly open. She actually had a lot to say to the woman in front of her, but after she met those gentle eyes, she didn't know what to say anymore. Those eyes seemed to see everything— — Sober, gentle, and rational, but Yan He is sure that he sees connivance in her eyes.

She always felt that Shen Jinrong should know everything she wanted to say, but where did this feeling come from?Yan He belatedly realized that he might have had this vague premonition from the first moment he met a woman's eyes.

She suddenly wanted to ask the woman sitting on the sofa, do you treat everyone like this?Is that true of all—drunk people who can't find their key cards?

But Yan He's lips opened and closed several times, and he just called out softly: "...Sister."

Sitting on the dark red sofa with crossed legs, the older sister raised her head, she had already taken off her gray coat, and the dress that Yan He recognized her at a glance was hanging on the coat rack on the right hand side just after entering the door .Yan He looked at her, and remembered what happened when he saw the same ivory-white sweater she was wearing when he was in the Opera House.

Sister——should be gentle, kind, sober and restrained, and she will not forget her demeanor even when she is in a state of infatuation.

Yan He knew that he really drank too much, his brain was dizzy, and he felt dizzy when he stood up.She used to think that she could drink well, but she showed her timidity in front of the first female guest who was attracted to her.

The moment he stood up and fell on the bed dizzy, Yan He thought, is it because of the alcohol or because of her?

like a dream.

Yan He didn't know where her courage came from. When Shen Jinrong walked to the bed, she held Shen Jinrong's hand, and with a little force, the woman staggered unpreparedly and lay down beside Yan He.

There was a buzzing in her ears, irregular sharp and small whistles whirling back and forth in her ears, like a ball of cotton stuffed in her ears, isolating her from the world—but not completely isolating her, She still has a connection to the world, but the connection is no longer real.

Austria in January, Vienna in January, hot in January, fireworks in January.

The lipstick on the woman's lips was a little dizzy, probably because it was stained on the wine glass when she was drinking just now. Yan He was a little annoyed that he couldn't see the lip marks on the wine glass just now - but it doesn't matter now.

The woman in front of him, the real her, her warm body, is the link that still connects Yan He with the world.

"Sister." Yan He called her softly again.

Shen Jinrong was a little ashamed, looking at Yan He's clear but misty eyes, she licked her lips, thinking, how is this a little sheep?Obviously a little wolf in sheep's clothing.

——It can't be called the big bad wolf, it's obviously a young wolf cub with an impure mind who has just grown up.

"Can I hug you?" Yan He asked her.

Shen Jinrong felt Yan He's soft body belatedly, and said angrily, "I'm already hugging—" Yan He kissed him.

It seems that only her lip color is left in the world - a faint, but sparkling watery red. The moment Yan He felt his lips sticking to hers, a red lip color that was the same as her lip color bloomed from the flesh and blood. Color flowers.

Yan He opened his eyes, saw Shen Jinrong with her eyes closed tightly, saw her flushed eye ends, and saw the small, charming tear mole under the corner of her eye.Yan He didn't know if it was her own illusion, for a moment of trance, she saw the little tear mole trembling slightly.

She belatedly realized that it was not the tear mole that was trembling, but Shen Jinrong.

too close.

Yan He noticed that the fragrance behind the woman's ears was stronger than other places, but it also began to fade.At the beginning, it was vaguely like the taste of sweet and sour plums. Yan He wanted to get closer to distinguish it carefully, but when she really got closer, she was completely taken away by Shen Jinrong, and she lost the idea of ​​distinguishing.

That's all it takes?

Seeing that the child didn't go any further, Shen Jinrong first licked her lips tentatively, and then bit her lip provocatively.Yan He was in pain, and hummed softly, but Shen Jinrong took advantage of it.

Until the tip of her tongue touched, Yan He tasted a bit of sweetness from her lips. My sister's lips were really sweet, with a fine and light taste of chocolate.

"It's sweet."

"Sister's lips are sweet."

Sweet, chocolate-flavored kisses.

Taking advantage of Yan He's speech, Shen Jinrong regained the initiative, grabbed the child by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up, panting, and sat on her lap, the lipstick on her lips was disfigured: "What? What do you want? eat it?"

The child got angry, knowing that he couldn't kiss his sister, so he simply shifted his position and bit his sister's neck lightly.

Shen Jinrong narrowed her eyes, and Yan He sensed danger from her slender eyes, but her sister's danger was often accompanied by charm, and the next moment, Shen Jinrong cast a condescending glance at her.

A warm, passionate kiss.

Yan He thought of the smell of her perfume when he saw her for the first time—the aloof god was stained with the breath of the world, and the cold cedar on the top of the mountain slightly melted the coldness on the branches.

—and so her god possessed her and kissed her.It turns out that the body of the god is soft, the kiss of the god is warm, and the breath of the god is also hot.

It turns out that when the gods bewitch the world, the world has no way to resist.

"It's time to go to bed." Yan He heard her sister who had put on makeup in front of her speak in a hoarse voice.

Now my lip color should be the same as hers, right?Yan He caressed his lips in a daze, where there was still the temperature and color left by his sister.My sister straddled her lap, with her temperature on it.

Then, Shen Jinrong withdrew, her movements were so fast that she seemed to be running away.Yan He squinted his eyes, and only had time to see the tear mole in the corner of her eye draw an arc, and watched the pearl on her earlobe flash by under the light, glowing with a faint blue light.

like water droplets.

Yan He thought.

I don't know if it will break if you poke it.

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, and Yan He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.She closed her eyes, feeling as if her body was in an empty space, she was floating, her body was turning in circles in the imaginary void.

The sound of water next to her ear was pervasive as if it had substance, dragging her back to reality.She turned over and listened to the movement in the bathroom with her ears sideways.

As if... there was not only the sound of pattering water, but also the sound of suppressed panting—as if the sound of water was there to cover up something.

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