In her simple words and burning breaths, all of Lan Qin's churning blood rushed to the same place, and her whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
His sweaty hand grabbed Sang Yu's wrist and stared at her in the darkness for a moment, knowing that she couldn't see clearly, his lips still instinctively moving.
Small fish, not clean, don't get you dirty.
Sang Yu didn't plan to discuss it with him at all, "let me touch" was more like a notification.
She mustered up the courage to break free of Lan Qin's grip with ease, touched the elasticity around his waist, and her wet and hot fingertips picked the edge of the fabric, and probed into the tight texture little by little.
With each little deeper, Lan Qin gasped for a heavier point.
In the cramped closet, the air is so viscous that it almost freezes, oxygen is scarce, and there is sweetness, dryness and heat everywhere, which makes people lose their minds and crush them into crazy desires.
Her fingers swam close like a snake, and her voice was soft and bumpy, "I haven't touched it yet, it's so hot" Lan Qin leaned against the wardrobe partition, enduring the increasingly unbearable swelling pain, he hugged her waist helplessly, tilted his head, and pressed against her obsessively, sucking and kissing the side of her neck, and wrinkling her nightdress with both hands.
The next moment, the soft touch is hard, and then it is gently wrapped.
Lan Qin's eyes suddenly turned white, and there was a loud buzz in his ears.
By the time I opened the closet door, it was already the middle of the night.
The curtains were thin, faintly revealing the dim street lamps and moonlight outside, and there was no sound at all.
Sang Yu crawled out first, her long hair was messy, her skirt collar was low enough to see deep furrows, and her snow-white skin was branded with patches of red marks.
Her chest rose and fell violently, her whole body was at least three degrees redder than usual, and her delicate face could break through the flesh and drip blood at any time.
Especially what made her heart beat to death Her nightdress was wet, and there were a few dripping white marks.
Sang Yu was dizzy and leaned against the wall, turned around and leaned into the cabinet door, not daring to look at Lan Qin, and whispered: "Qin Qin is obedient, don't move, wait for me to come back with some water, immediately" The house is too old, there is only a bathroom in the living room, her impulse is indeed very cool and enjoyable, but she did not consider the inconvenience of follow-up cleaning.
Qin Qin had to wash it herself, how dare she.
I don't know if it's safe outside.
Sang Yu bit her lip out of the tooth marks, hurriedly changed into a nightdress, tiptoed open the bedroom door, looked at her mother's room, and made sure that there was no danger, so she tiptoed into the bathroom like a rabbit.
She needed to get the water as soon as possible, and she had to go to Qin Qin's room to get him the clothes to change.
It looks easy, but I'm afraid that after a long time, my mother, who is sleeping lightly, will be woken up by the movement of her running in and out.
Sang Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but when he saw the slightly dried piece of hooligan evidence on his right hand, he was so ashamed that he almost knelt directly.
Her courage is really bigger than the sky, and when the bad things are done, there is only one Mimi left.
After Sang Yu was reluctant to wash his hands, he put the brand-new small plastic basin into the sink, slowly picked up the water, and took the opportunity to sneak into Lan Qin's room, rummaging through his underwear and pajamas in his bag.
The panties are in the pockets, and there is no place to put the pajamas, so they are hung around the neck.
Sang Yu rushed back to the bathroom in a strange shape, just after the water was connected, she soaked in a small towel for herself, and as soon as she turned around with the basin, she saw Xu Jingxian standing at the door with sleepy eyes, frowning at her.
This frightened, Sang Yu's face turned white, and it took a lot of effort to swallow the scream.
You can't show your stuff.
"Mom, why are you awake" she laughed nervously, "I made a noise, didn't you?"
Xu Jingxian wiped the corners of her sleepy eyes, "I heard the door knock and come to see, Xiaoyu, what are you doing if you don't sleep so late?"
Sang Yu said seriously: "Mom, I don't think too much about insomnia, so I just take some water to wash my clothes." ” Xu Jingxian was distressed, sobered up a lot, and approached her, "Then mother will accompany you." ” Don't, never Sang Yu thought of the little goblin Qin who was still in the closet and had just been ravaged by her, and was waiting for her to go back and scrub and sleep.
She was so anxious that she sweated, and she chirped sleepily, "No need, you're not in good health, what if you stay up late and go to the hospital?"
Xu Jingxian was afraid of spending money, and when she heard that she was hospitalized, she hesitated, Sang Yu hurriedly pursued after the victory, "Mom, go to sleep, I'll wash my pajamas, and I will sleep in less than ten minutes, and we will talk again tomorrow morning." ” coaxed and urged, and finally persuaded my mother to go back to the room.
Before closing the door, Xu Jingxian's clutched hands loosened, sighed, and looked at her meaningfully, "If you are not busy tomorrow, communicate with Qin Qin and take him to your father's cemetery, although only the relics are buried, they are always brought out from the fire, with your father a little thought, your life is decided, you should say it." ” Sang Yu nodded.
Even if her mother didn't say it, she planned to take Lan Qin there.
However, didn't her mother worry about her before, Qin Qin would mind, and now she is sure that her life's major events are decided.
"Okay," Xu Jingxian shook her hand and urged, "Let's go." ” "And" She struggled several times, secretly thinking that the woman couldn't help herself, and finally broke through the conservative limit and quickly advised, "Pay attention to safety" Sang Yu didn't understand for a while, and she didn't have time to dig deeper, so she let out a long breath and quickly returned to her own territory with a small plastic basin, unaware that the men's pajamas on her neck were exposed in her mother's eyes, and a small piece of beautiful red kiss marks were accidentally revealed under the pajamas.
In case her mother didn't feel at ease coming over again, Sang Yu locked the door as soon as possible.
As she twisted her fingers on the door lock, she felt a heat source approaching behind her, and then the basin she was holding was taken and put down, and a pair of arms came up and hugged her hard.
Sang Yu's eyelashes trembled, and he let him tighten it, but he was worried in his heart Haven't cleaned him up yet She squeezed out a voice with a red face, "Why are you up, didn't you say that you would wait for me?"
Lan Qin's short hair rubbed against her ear, and he cared for her hands.
His words were uncomfortable.
I wiped the fish with a tissue Are you tired, your hands hurt or not, I soiled you, didn't I I should take care of you after this kind of thing is over, how can I let you do the aftermath.
Lan Qin folded his arms, kissed her cheek, and rubbed his chin on the top of her head, thinking of the experience just now, his heart couldn't help but burst into flames, and some places that tasted the taste were unwilling to be lonely and wanted to raise his head.
The body was too close, he could feel it no matter how much he hid Sang Yu, gasping and patting him, "Calm down, don't think about the next time for at least a month" After speaking, he forcibly turned around and glared at him fiercely.
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But as soon as Lan Qin's eyes did not subside, the heavy years of the past were overwhelming, and she was so sad that she couldn't control her desire to cry.
I used to be always curious about when Qin Qin knew her and when he liked her.
What year does grandma refer to when "his feelings are long before you officially know him"?
Why can Qin Qin only swallow the food she makes with her own hands?
All kinds of questions pressed in her heart seem to have answers in hundreds of letters, and the identities of pen pals and Lan Qin overlap, and she can't bear to recall too many details. is also reluctant to ask about the impact on his happiness tonight.
Sang Yu looked at Lan Qin's neat trousers, cleared her throat, raised her eyebrows and said: "Some men, don't look handsome and invincible on the surface, only her girlfriend knows, his" She smiled, and the thief leaned in and teased him in a low voice, "The panties are wet." ” Lan Qin pursed her lips, and as soon as she said that her legs were going to stiffen, she snatched the clothes in her pocket and put them aside, leaned over and picked her up, put her on the bed, typed a few words with her mobile phone, and handed it to her, "Don't look at it, I'll scrub it myself and replace it with a new one." ” "Don't show it again" Sang Yu protested, "touch it" The last few words were blocked by a kiss, she was weak and silent, Lan Qin found a scarf in the closet and tied a knot on her eyes, patted her and coaxed, before going to the door to bring a basin of water and untie her belt.
Sang Yu honestly didn't move, and shrunk in the quilt obediently, just because Qin Qin's luck was so bad that she actually took a light-colored translucent one casually, she was hazy, and she could just look at it without leaving ten.
However, through this scarf, the picture of changing clothes adds an indescribable color.
She stared quietly at her fairy unties, took off her sweater and trousers with her own hands, the thin and smooth texture was no longer covered, and her body was completely exposed, with broad shoulders, tight waistline, and slender legs, which were fused with a scarf and a lamp, and plated with light.
Sang Yu couldn't move yet, so she had to pretend that she didn't see it, and she was going crazy.
He continued, his fingers pressed against the waist of the boxer and tugged down, the still somewhat stiff silhouette breaking into her eyes.
Sang Yu's nasal cavity was hot, and he wailed loudly in his heart, hurriedly turned over, bit the horn of the quilt and trembled silently with excitement.
When Lan Qin changed into pajamas and hugged her, Sang Yu had not stabilized, and the triple memories of sight, touch and hearing were repeatedly impacted, she was stuffed in the pillow, and asked quietly: "Lan Xiaoqin, from the truth, did you have it before?"
Lan Qin covered her with a quilt, hugged her and turned to face her, looking at her in confusion.
What was she going to ask Sang Yu arched into his arms, his eyes widened with a strong desire for knowledge, "Have you ever touched it yourself?"
Lan Qin was stunned, raised his hand and turned off the light, the room was completely dark, and he struggled for a long time before nodding his head very slowly in admission.
Sang Yu didn't expect him to be so honest, so he naturally thought of the bad books that boys would read, and he was a little sour at himself, snorted lightly, and asked inch by inch: "What do you think in your heart at that time?"
She clung to the side of her pillow as if she were facing a great enemy.
Lan Qin was forced to be helpless, and bit her earlobe with some grievances.
Could there be another answer?
Lan Qin closed her eyes in the darkness, indulging in the light fragrance of her body.
In the past, she deliberately passed by, hiding in a place that no one knew and secretly watching, the white dress she wore in summer, her long hair tied up high, and her beautiful neck where sweat flowed, like water droplets sliding over the flawless white jade.
In the silence of the night, he huddled under the bed and table with the wooden box containing the letter, or by the dark floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise Linjiang, tracing the shadows imprinted in his mind frame by frame.
He didn't dare to think that with his original ghostly appearance, he thought it was a blasphemy against Xiaoyu.
But the body can't control it.
He had twice punished himself for not being allowed to read the letter, let alone peeking at her, and tortured himself.
Lan Qin's swollen throat swallowed, hugging Sang Yu even tighter.
He ran his palms over her light nightdress, his fingertips running over her back, and tirelessly wrote the same word over and over again, answering her question, "You." ” Miss you, of course.
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