After the war broke out, he asked her for a kiss, but she avoided it, tilting her head and refusing to let him kiss her with a look of disgust on her face.
He sneered in a low voice and murmured against her lips: "Try it, it's sweet."
He opened her face and kissed her without any explanation.
Then he took the woman who was already full of love into his arms, and kissed her carefully, from the corners of her forehead, the tips of her brows, her eyelashes, and her lips.
From the bed to the window, from the window to the dressing table, and from the dressing table to the desk, he casually swept the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk to the ground. There was a clattering sound, and he put her on the desk, wantonly Appreciating it is like playing with a unique piece of porcelain.
"Cold..." In the ups and downs of the sea of evil, she finally caught a glimmer of clarity and murmured hoarsely.
He took a sip of warm honey water, lowered his head to feed her, hugged her tightly, and turned over, "If you hold me, you won't feel cold anymore."
Her limbs were already numb, and she was swept up and down in the waves, as if she were on a boat. The boat was hit by one wave after another, and the boat was shaken by the wind and rain. She sobbed in a low voice, and her voice was intermittent: "Okay... ..No, it’s almost broken, my waist…”
He simply asked her to kneel down beside the bed. After a while, he heard her shouting that her knees hurt again.
He had no choice but to reach out, pick her up, and hang her on his body: "Hold on tight."
She screamed, afraid of falling, her limbs were like white scum climbing a tree, she hugged him tightly and didn't dare to let go.
The man's chest and back were covered with sweat, and the corners of his mouth were raised, taking in the beautiful scenery in front of him. The candlestick incense fell to the ground several times. He supported her with one hand, and picked up the brocade quilt on the bed with the other hand, and put her whole back into the bag. Stop, take a step, the woman grunted, and her round and pink nails scratched red marks on his back.
His sullen voice sounded in her ears: "Fortunately it's winter, so you're covered in more clothes. If it's summer, people would have seen your ferocity at a glance and said I'm hiding a wild cat."
She blushed and said nothing, but carefully hugged her tighter to avoid slipping down. Outside the window, the sky was filled with brilliant lights and fireworks. He held her tightly and stuffed her into the quilt. If anyone saw her, they would think he was holding a big quilt in his arms.
He pushed open the window, lifted the corner of the quilt covering her face, and tucked the gap between her shoulders to prevent the cold wind from pouring in.
Girls are naturally more delicate than men. He can take cold showers for several days in a row in winter, but she cannot.
The two looked towards the sky outside the yard.
Fireworks filled the city, and the city was filled with haze. The large fireworks were like goldenrods, exploding on the dim black screen illuminated by the fireworks. The gathered sparks scattered in all directions, and soon several goldenrods exploded one after another, over and over again. , radiant and brilliant, releasing the fleeting beauty.
She huddled in his arms, leaning her face against his heart, listening to the heartbeat beating close to her eardrums, staring blankly at the fireworks in the sky, her eyes reflected the gorgeous shadows, but they were empty and dead.
Wei Cheng looked at her dumbfounded look with a smile.
I just think she looks so cute like this, and just looking at her makes me feel happy both physically and mentally.
"Do you think these fireworks are like our current days?" Shen Yinxiao buried her head in his arms and whispered.
There was mist in his eyes.
Wei Cheng looked at the fireworks and then at the person in his arms. He felt that dead things like fireworks were beautiful, but after all they were just dead things. How could they be compared with her.
But I don't know where her sadness comes from. Girls are probably more sensitive and delicate than men, which is also a troublesome thing.
He kissed her face and asked her softly: "Where is the resemblance?"
"Brilliant but fleeting." She covered her eyes, water stains spilled from between her fingers: "Fireworks are easy to get cold, and the morning glory withers quickly."
Wei Cheng frowned slightly and looked down at her. He was about to say something when he heard her complain softly: "It's so cold. Close the window."
The steel that has been refined over a hundred times turns into softness that wraps around the fingers, and a cavity of iron and blood turns into ice that turns into thousands of feet of spring water.
The window was closed, and a pair of lotus-rooted arms wrapped around him, even tighter, as if the green radish that relied on the trees for a living enveloped him completely. A strange pleasure swept over him, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly and his throat rolled.
"I want more." She was suddenly passionate, as if she had pushed open a door and knocked down a dam, and the flood was rolling in and the tide was raging.
"Hurry up and give it to me." She bit the muscles on his chest, and he groaned as a different kind of pleasure rolled over her.
"Little fairy." He tightened his grip and almost kneaded her into her bones. He lowered his head and bit her ear, inserting his tongue into the auricle. His slurping sound was close to her eardrums. She kept trembling as she heard his unclear voice. He murmured next to his eardrums, suppressing his overwhelming emotions: "How about I kill you?"
"OK."
Datura flowers bloom on the lips, desire and evil bloom wantonly, and even the sound is like the sweetest poison, making people willing to sink.
Something exploded in my mind instantly, and all reason was gone.
Shen Yinxiao couldn't remember when she fell asleep. Until noon the next day, when she woke up from the messy bed, she vaguely remembered the fragments of last night, but they were too absurd.
The pillow was already cold. She didn't know when the person left. He probably left before dawn. She moved in the bed, and just when she moved her legs, a slight pain came from her, and she let out a "hiss--" , pulled off the quilt and saw that there were bruises and red marks all over his body, especially the red marks on his elbows and knees, which were more obvious.
In addition to the ambiguous smell, there is also a faint herbal smell in the air.
She touched the bruised area, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. It was the smell of the ointment that Wei Cheng used to like to use on her.
I don't know when it was wiped.
That place... also felt burning. In addition to the pain, there was also a cooling sensation from the ointment.
She blushed deeply, took it easy, then got up and got dressed with difficulty. In the bathroom, someone had already put the water in. It was the nanny who always stayed here. A set of clean clothes was neatly placed on the shelf next to the bathtub. In the bathtub, there were also herbs and flower petals that could beautify the skin and remove clots. She didn't like others waiting for her to take a bath, so grandma was sensible and didn't come in.
She soaked in the bath dizzy, washing away the scent he left on her body inch by inch.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year.
She squinted her eyes, put her hands on the edge of the tub, tilted her head back, and let out the turbid air in her chest.
Today is the day to drink tea, release the door whip, hang peach charms, and drink Tusu wine.
It was also the day when Wei Cheng led his army to set out.
The next few days are also the best time for her to leave.
She found the window grilles she had cut from the inner room. They were a pair of window grilles for a Jade Rabbit looking at the moon. She was extremely careful every time she cut them.
She carefully pasted the window grilles on the mullioned door of her bedroom.
It can be regarded as this period of fireworks, drawing a symbol of termination for the days when the glory is fading.
The grandma who was collecting fallen leaves was only over forty years old. When she saw her putting up window grilles, she smiled and said, "My lady's intention is very clever. My master will be delighted when he sees it."
She smiled silently.
I hope so.
Returning home from the other courtyard, the things at home have been packed up, and the rest are insignificant. The carriage she asked for from Wei Cheng was parked in the yard. She hired another donkey cart. Shen's father and Shen's mother She quickly moved her things onto the donkey cart she hired.
Before leaving, she thought again and again, polished her pen, and scrapped several pieces of paper before she finally finished writing a letter.
It's a letter to Wei Cheng.
I was grateful to him for taking care of my family over the years, and told him to forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. From now on, we will see each other as leniently as possible.
Wrapping it in a thick envelope, I put the glass bracelet that I took off my hand into the envelope.
