Is all this a dream? A dream caused by missing you too much?
Perhaps, she was still in the library, still preparing the paper, but ended up lying on the desk, fell asleep, and then had a long dream.
Otherwise, why would Gawain be here? Why does it rain in Paris, why does Gawain come in the rain, and why do they embrace each other tightly?
Otherwise, shouldn't Gawain be on a flight from Mallorca to Monte Carlo? Paris is not on the journey's route at all.
But if it is really a dream, why is everything in front of me so real?
She could deeply feel Gawain's hot and scorching body temperature, as well as the faint breath mixed with rain and sweat, which made her dizzy.
Unknowingly, I was lost like this, immersed in that dizzying madness and throbbing, like marshmallows melting into hot cocoa, slowly melting bit by bit, and I could even feel it between my lips and teeth. The sweetness that filled the whole brain and chest was so beautiful that it was beyond words.
If this was a dream, could she stay a little longer, a little longer?
Wow.
The sound of rain, the roar, and the overwhelming weight rolled down, wrapping the umbrella tightly, but creating a small world that surrounded them. Then, everything else was isolated, and only the world of Nuo Da was left. She and him, and their heartbeats.
Plop.
Plop.
Roaring, noisy.
Then.
Right now.
The world is quiet.
After a moment's delay, Pulan realized that it was rare to see a retro headset just like this on his head in 2015.
The earphones blocked out all the roaring sounds in the world, and replaced them with smooth and light melody, as sweet as beads falling on a jade plate.
Tender and fragile, delicate and romantic, sensitive and sincere... The power of the fingertips falling on the black and white keys perfectly presents the emotions of the notes, tapping the heart carefully and gently, but stirring up an urgent feeling deep in the mind. Storms, stormy waves, and in an instant, the world was overturned.
"Raindrop Prelude" from Chopin.
Suddenly, Pu Lan raised his head, left Gawain's arms, looked over in disbelief, and then his eyes met——
She could see her own reflection in those crystal clear eyes, and could even hear the pounding of her heart, which could no longer be concealed.
On that clear and clear face, a shallow smile appeared lightly, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and he mouthed a word.
"good."
It was exactly the same as the sentence in the text message.
He said, OK.
Pu Lan looked at the man in front of her carefully. Some raindrops could still be seen on his hair, which was wet and low. There was a hazy halo in his eyes. The smile at the corner of his mouth stretched between his eyebrows, lightly. A light touch, like a rainbow, is enough to light up the whole world under the umbrella.
Tick tock.
The notes of the black and white piano keys fall lightly and deeply on the heart, blooming like a proudly blooming flower, and the ground is covered with flowers in a blink of an eye.
Then, Pu Lan could no longer control himself, like a moth flying to the flame——
Tiptoe.
Welcome forward.
Close your eyes.
He found those lips accurately.
The world is raining heavily.
In my ears, the sound of the piano is majestic.
Time froze at this moment, and now, Poulin could finally truly understand the emotion between Chopin and George Sand, which was like a flame and comparable to a huge wave.
Intense and gorgeous.
Wanton and flamboyant.
At this time, the library was still peaceful, and no one noticed that the flame outside the window was burning.
Occasionally, someone by the window got tired of reading, stretched out, couldn't help but yawned, and turned to look out the window to listen to the sound of rain.
Inadvertently, I saw a coquettish red flower blooming among the gray sky. The two figures hugged each other tightly, as if there was another world under the umbrella.
The smile on the corner of my mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. The rainy weather in April became lovely, and I regained the strength to read.
Under the umbrella, there was no oxygen until they were separated carefully, but they still pressed their foreheads, and the intertwining of eyes and breathing continued in the humid air.
lack of oxygen.
piping hot.
Strong.
Hot.
Cheeks, almost on fire.
After the impulse, it was wrapped in chaos and turbulence. Cold water vapor surged in. Reason returned to the brain, and consciousness finally woke up.
At this moment, Pu Lan realized what he had just done——
God!
Pu Lan secretly exclaimed in his heart, his shyness and embarrassment burned hotly, and he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear on the spot.
she! just! Done! What!
"Feel sorry!"
She must have gone crazy just now. She closed her eyes and blurted out her apology.
"I'm sorry. I'm really... really sorry."
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I just thought...I wanted you to show up here...because you just said...no...I...to be honest, I don't know what I was thinking."
"I just... I just saw you, and you suddenly appeared in front of me like this, and then... then I didn't know what kind of discarded paint was filled in my mind, just like that..."
God, why did she feel that the more she explained, the worse she got, but what was even worse was that she couldn't stop talking nonsense.
What if Gawain didn't mean this at all? What if I interpret Gao Wen’s message incorrectly? What if everything is just wishful thinking?
What if my own initiative destroys the last chance they have? What if Gawain was just being polite and didn't push him away abruptly?
"Feel sorry."
"I...you...I...really..."
"Really sorry."
Incoherent and gibberish.
Pulan wanted to leave here. She deeply felt that if she continued to talk nonsense, she might really need to die socially.
But!
But why didn't I hear any answer?
Wait, what is Gawain doing?
He raised his eyes carefully, and immediately ran into those deep eyes, and could catch a faint smile flickering deep in his eyes.
ah!
Pulan exclaimed again in his heart. He subconsciously took a step back, distanced himself, and tried to regain his sense. Moisture vapor rushed in instantly, and it seemed that he could feel a storm brewing, but he just stepped back, and then, You can see Gawain extending his right hand.
At the waist, one can clearly touch the hot skin. A firm and fierce force pulls one hand, and the whole world spins like this.
Embrace.
Impact.
Hardly and hard, the two people became one person again.
This time, it was Gawain who bent down and found her.
Time is at this standstill, one second slowly lengthening into eternity, looking for eternity in the heavy rain all over the sky.
body temperature.
breath.
Heartbeat.
Just like this, they fit together bit by bit, and the coquettish red color is like a flame, burning blazingly in the steaming water vapor, spreading endlessly.
No one can disturb.
until oxygen is needed again.
Then, she could feel traces of electricity on his fingertips, gently beating on the surface of the skin, and she could not help but tremble slightly.
(End of chapter)
