[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

Adam stood blankly at the door, the night wind rolled up the hem of his striped nightgown, and penetrated through his slightly open chest, but he couldn't feel the cold, his eyes were full of the woman who was walking towards her.

Above her head is the rosy sky that has been smoky, and the dense starlight is broken rubble, and it is the vast wind and dust, trembling and shaking everywhere in the world, and she is wearing the brocade woven of rubble and wind and dust all the way. to find him.

"Mydarling!" Eve threw away the suitcase, held his face in her hands and looked at him carefully, and stroked his neck, shoulders, arms, and chest with her fingers, repeatedly confirming that he was safe and sound, and the hanging heart was stable. The ground fell to the ground, hugged him tightly, and whispered, "Thank God, you are fine..."

She arched his chest, her fluffy hair pressed against his bare skin, exuding the coolness of night dew.He was wrapped by her unique breath, and the space between his arms was suddenly full.This sense of reality made Adam gradually confirm that this moment was not a dream.A torrent of ecstasy seized him in an instant, he buried his head in her neck, sniffed deeply, and was still unwilling to let her go.

Adam carried the suitcase into the room for Eve, turned around to face her who was waiting outside the door, and stretched out his palms upwards and fingers slightly bent in front of her.

Eve reached out and clasped his hand, and he led her into the door.

"May I?"

She raised her hands in white calfskin gloves to his face, asking solemnly.

He agreed without thinking, took off the gloves for her, took her hand and walked into the living room.

"Wow, I love how this room is arranged."

She looked around, half of the space was occupied by innumerable musical instruments, records and audio installations. Her eyes fell on the Belgian leather sofa with vermilion background and classical florals and the Tabriz silk carpet produced in 1977. On the landline phone connected to the rear-projection TV in the late 80s.

"Eve, why did you come here suddenly?" He settled her on the sofa, then opened the freezer to get a can of blood plasma, and sat down beside her.

"You should answer my question first, Adam, is your antique short-circuited?" She picked up the intricate wires on the low table and looked at it for a while.

"It was before, but now it's back to normal." He poured a glass full of blood plasma and handed it to her, his dark eyes fixed on her profile, as if he wanted to suck her in.

"You must be very thirsty all the way here."

"Thank you, honey," she said, taking the goblet and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips.

"I called you many, many times, but no one answered. I was afraid that something happened to you, and I was really worried, so I came over to have a look."

"That's really unfortunate." He smiled, "But, I think I should be thankful for the paralysis of the line, which accidentally brought the wife I've been thinking about to my eyes."

"Of course you should." She raised her eyebrows and joked.

She picked up the goblet and took a sip of the bloody red, the viscous liquid did not have any temperature, but it did not affect its addictive mellowness at all. Her dry throat was crushed, and the dying cells revived. The beauty of being resurrected from the dead rushed straight to the top of her head and poured into every acupuncture point in her body. She stopped breathing, as if even this most primitive instinct would disturb the fleeting beauty.

Her blood-stained lips were as gorgeous as blooming manjusawa. He didn't know whether it was the sharp fishy smell or her unique fragrance that was seducing him, or both. He couldn't resist this temptation. It was as if a devil was whispering in his ear.He suddenly tilted his upper body, and while pressing towards her, the tip of his tongue slid past her lips provocatively.

She couldn't help panting, and hastily propped her hands up somewhere on the sofa to resist his pressure.But he stopped her from doing that, supported her waist with one hand, fixed her in front of his chest, and grabbed the hand she used to support her body with the other hand, and interlocked his fingers with it.The tip of the tongue easily pried open her lips, captured her territory inch by inch, swept over her blood-stained fangs, and sucked her bright red tongue.He showed the same fangs as hers, his pupils shone like a beast, and his Adam's apple rolled and let out a low growl, crushing her like pouncing on prey.

She rubbed her fingers into his hair, and took a deep breath of the sweet fragrance he exuded. This long-lost familiar smell has soaked her blood, like a curse, and she will never forget it.

His hand moved to her neck and started to unbutton her clothes, but she stopped him.He raised his face and looked into her eyes, bewildered and longing.

"Darling, I guess you don't want your leather sofa scrapped?" She whispered to him softly, like a whisper.

He was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing suddenly, and buried his head in her chest. She hugged him and kept laughing, the two of them were like innocent children playing games.

After laughing for a while, he raised his head, stroked the sofa and said, "In comparison, the cost of a leather sofa is indeed much higher than that of bed sheets."

"Of course." She said, nudging him gently, "Can you help me find my nightgown? I'm going to take a shower. It's almost dawn."

He grabbed her hand and kissed deeply on the back of her hand: "Happy to help, my dear lady."

He retreated from the sofa, stood on the carpet, took her hand to make her sit up, and then led her up the stairs to the bathroom door on the second floor.He fetched a nightgown for her, handed it to her hand, and smiled evilly: "I only give you 15 minutes, if you still don't come out, I'll come in and catch you."

She couldn't help laughing: "Are you in that hurry?"

"Yeah, I'm dying of anxiety, so hurry up." He deliberately licked his upper lip and said, "Oh, it's been 2 minutes, but don't make up for it!" He blinked his eyes and made a grimace, Closed the door for her.

The moment the warm water from the shower poured down her head, she couldn't help shivering. The secret emotions she had been suppressing were finally like a falling stone, shattering the smile lines on her lips.In the final analysis, she came here uninvited after all, and the rumor that she could not be sure whether it was just a legend or some kind of creed always made her heartbroken.She hurried over because she was worried that something would happen to him. If it caused him trouble instead, wouldn't she have to blame herself even more?

A provocative knock on the door came to her ears, followed by his voice distorted by the sound of water: "I need to remind you, there are only 3 minutes."

She put on a relaxed tone: "I'm fine, wait a moment."

She turned off the switch, stretched a towel to wrap her wet hair, and before she had time to dry off the water on her body, the door suddenly opened a crack, and he poked his head in from the outside.

She instinctively covered it: "Hey, there should be at least 1 minute left?"

"No, not anymore, dear." He simply opened the door and walked in, lifted the towel from her hand, and looked at her with interest.

"You still haven't changed, Eve," he held his breath in amazement, stepped forward to hug her, and slowly stroked her slippery wet back with his fingers, "since the first time I saw you when I opened my eyes in Paradise , until now, you have always been so fascinating."

Hearing him talk about that period of the past, her heart suddenly moved, like a lark leaping from the ridge of the roof into the blue sky.She rested on his shoulder, with a happy smile on her lips: "At that time, you said, I am the bone of your bones and the flesh of your flesh, Adam."

"Yes. My bones are bones, and my flesh is flesh..." He wrapped his arms around her tightly, almost pressing her into his body, "It will always be."

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When Eve woke up again, the surroundings were still dim and gloomy, and the thick dark woolen curtains built a solid fortress, isolating the setting sun like blood outside the window.

Eve blinked in the dark, her white eyelashes trembling like the feathers of a duckling.

Adam, who was overlapping her limbs, seemed to be still asleep, and the sound of even and soft breathing floated quietly.

She closed her eyes again, intending to change her posture, when a sharp pain came from her scalp, she couldn't help frowning, and let out a low cry of pain.

A few strands of hair were firmly pressed by some part of him, and her slightly raised head froze in mid-air for a moment, then lay back obediently.

"What's going on, Eve?"

Adam's deep voice curled lazily in the air, and his palm stretched out, gently stroking her brow.

"You're pressing my hair." She spoke a little fast, as if she was coquettishly complaining, her voice was so subtle and soft.

"Oh?" He stroked her hair slowly from the root to the end with his hand, and sure enough, a few unruly strands stretched stiffly into the gap between his body and the mattress.

"I'm sorry." He moved aside, picked out her hair, and rubbed her scalp gently with his fingers.

She curled her lips silently.

"The sun is about to set." She pushed him. "What shall we do tonight? Have a picnic? Can you sing me some of this year's new works?"

He lazily moaned, changed his position, and took her into his arms: "Hey, think about it later, I haven't slept enough yet."

"Adam, don't you plan to fix your bedtime problems?" She was a little dissatisfied.It's cute, but it's really not a good habit.

"Well, I haven't stayed in bed for a long time, this time it's all because of you." He smiled softly in the dark, although she couldn't see his expression clearly, she still felt his slyness.

Her cheeks flushed, but she said, "I don't believe it!"

"Oh, don't you believe me?" He slowly opened his eyes.

"Yes, I don't believe it."

"Alright." His spirit, which he didn't know where he came from, suddenly jumped up and pinned her down from above.

"You... What are you doing?" She was inexplicably flustered, and her instinctive reaction was to stretch out her hand and push him.

"My wife dared to question me, so I'm going to punish her now." He grabbed her two hands with one hand, hugged her chest, leaned down, and nibbled her ear.

She was so itchy that she hid, but it didn't work for a long time - the vampire's strength and destructive power were beyond ordinary people, so his confinement was always indestructible.

"Oh, by the way, the old and new accounts have to be settled together, and the punishment for this bed sheet that has almost turned into a pile of cloth strips must be doubled."

"Blame me? Who told you that you are so strong..." She lightly punched him in the chest, protesting.

"I said, if you can't take it, you can hug me tightly, I didn't tell you to tear the sheets." His obsidian beautiful eyes narrowed, like a small animal looking for food, sticking its greedy nose, He leaned over to her.

"Ah, you..." She glanced at his slightly undulating strong chest, her body shrank to the side unconsciously, "Adam, listen to me, I have no strength now. Why don't we talk about it next time ?”

"Well, it's okay, you don't need to be strong, as long as you know that I have strength."

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The author has something to say: This is definitely the most strenuous chapter I have ever written.After finishing this chapter, I can cover my face and run away.

Adam: Honey, do I need to tell you more about Einstein's theory of quantum entanglement?

Eve: ...Leave me alone! ! !