evening tide

Xiang Wan looked at her, bent down, and pressed the switch on the side of the bedside table, so that there was only one desk lamp around.

Then she squatted down, her eyes were cute and docile, and her face seemed to have been washed by the water.

She said, "Do, what do you mean?"

"That's what you mean." Chao Xin glanced at her hand on the bedside.

"Then, I refuse." Xiang Wan bit her lower lip and said.

Chao Xin smiled and turned his head to one side.

"It's true that I miss you very much and want to hug you." She said this very restrainedly, and when she mentioned the word "hug", she didn't even move her fingers.

"I can go buy you cigarettes, but I don't want you to tell me at this time that you want to have sex with me. You once said that kissing should be comfortable, but I am not very comfortable at the moment. After that, I won't be comfortable."

"You too." Xiang Wan said softly.

Chao Xin shook his head, "You're wrong."

"It's not because of frustration or fragility, it's because I don't like this world anymore just now," Chao Xin said casually, "but the more I don't like this world, the more I find that I like you."

Chao Xin stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Xiang Wan's neck, gathered her long hair, then spread it out, and then lightly brushed her hairline with his fingertips.

Unclear lines, and the faint fluff of a girl.

Chao Xin also had it when he was a child. The crooked ones represent youthful vitality.When I was in my twenties, I didn't feel that I would lack hair at all, just like I never felt that I would lack self-confidence, impulsiveness, and selflessness.

Chao Xin said: "Sometimes when I look at you, I think you are both new and old. Why?"

She smiled, put Xiang Wan's ears together, and rubbed them.

Xiang Wan's ears gradually became hot in her palm.

On the nose, there is the aroma of Chao Xin's wrist, and there is a thin smell of red wine.

Xiang Wan raised his head, closed his eyes and kissed her.

So Chao Xin's arms tightened, waiting for the little girl in his arms to bully him and turn back.

Xiang Wan supported her by the shoulders, carefully placed her on the bed, raised her head, her bright eyes seemed to scoop up half a spoonful of stars, and the light and shadow fell on Chao Xin's face, wrapping her like brand new porcelain.

Chao Xin still put his arms around her shoulders and whispered in a whisper that only belonged to Ye Li: "I don't like men, nor women, I don't like the future, and I don't like the past."

"But you are very different, Xiang Wan."

"You... like an outsider, you have no past in this world."

Looking at her eyes, they were as clear as if they had been washed clean, without any scars inside.

Everyone has scars, how could there be no scars?

Xiang Wan's heart trembled, he pursed his lips, and looked at her seriously.

"If I were an outsider," her eyes flickered with something picked out, she began to caress Chao Xin's collarbone dependently, and then asked her, "Why would you want to have sex with an outsider? Woolen cloth?"

Chao Xin moved his neck and loosely drew a half circle on the pillow with his charming head.

"Because sometimes I am not reconciled and want to enjoy desire, otherwise I feel bad, after all, it is one of the few things aimed at pleasing."

Throat is hoarse.

"But I don't know who to do such a thing with." She pressed the tip of her tongue against her lower teeth, her eyelids lowered, and the shadow of her eyelashes seemed to ask the gods to avoid her.

"It's not suitable, or I don't like it very much."

Xiang Wan's long hair hung down and said, "Understood."

"Is it okay?" Chao Xin looked at her directly.

"I'll tell you one thing, if you believe me, then you can." Xiang Wan's nose was only an inch away from her, and said in a breathy voice.

As if tempting, Chao Xin took a deep breath and couldn't help it.

"You said."

"I came here from a long time ago, and my name is Xiang Axi."

"A long time, how long is it?"

"It's been too long, you don't necessarily know."

There are only a few sentences in the history book, and there is not even a single sentence when it is assigned to Xiang Wan.

Chao Xin smiled, blinking his eyes, as if slowly promising.

"I believe in you," she said.

Nothing is absurd, nothing is more absurd than reality, nothing is more absurd than the people at the wine table.

Xiang Wan hugged her, rubbed her neck, took a breath without force, and said softly: "It really smells good."

And the implied meaning of this sentence is: She really coveted it.

So Chao Xin couldn't help herself even more, but Xiang Wan propped up her arms, her face was a little pink, and she said, "But I'm allergic to rubber."

"what?"

"I can't use that."

"No need." Chao Xin looked at her and said.

"I will wash very clean." Xiang Wan was very sincere and polite.

Chao Xin smiled indulgently: "Okay."

One, two, three, four... For 87 seconds, Xiang Wan tossed and washed for 87 seconds.

Maybe wash the imaginary picture with water first.

Then practice.

Chao Xin's body is very sensitive, and Xiang Wan knows it, but when this sensitivity is caused by her, whether it's a blush, thin sweat, or standing fluff, it's all the more unstoppable.

"My technique is not very good. If Mr. Chao is not feeling well, please tell me." Xiang Wan kissed her and stretched out his hand.

"Very comfortable." Chao Xin sighed.

Then she enjoyed the strange yet familiar twitching and trembling. After calming down, she looked at Xiang Wan with her blushing cheeks, and couldn't help but touch her too.

However, after a few cruises outside, she restrained herself from trembling for the first time in her life.

Chao Xin was still comforting her, seeing that she was a little impatient: "Have you never had this before?"

"No."

"Myself, neither?"

Xiang Wan shook his head.

"It should be quite comfortable to arrive so fast?"

"Yeah." Xiang Wan admitted, his voice was like a mosquito.

So Chao Xin pressed her shoulder, trying to make her experience more complete.

But Xiang Wan dodged, sat up, stroked Chao Xin's waist, bit his lower lip, and said, "Teacher Chao give it to me again."

Chao Xin's eyes fluttered like a dying butterfly, swallowed his throat, and smiled: "Okay. Then, what pose do you want?"

Want to try it with her.

"Think from behind." Xiang Wan looked innocent and pure in tone.

Chao Xin didn't say anything, and turned around.

"Thank you."

Xiang Wan's hand entered again.