The night falls.
Xie Queshan originally just wanted to tease Nan Yi. He is a person who is good at restraint in every song. Even if there is a dark tide of lust in his eyes, he can still stop it abruptly.
He felt he had.
She probably saw through the nature of his paper tiger, so he had to use some more dangerous methods to be evenly matched with her. Although this method often involves himself.
For example, at this moment, Nan Yi did not hide, but looked at him quietly with misty eyes. The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, the mist gathered, and a pearl-like tear condensed, embedded in the end of the eye. Only then did he clearly see the fear and happiness in her eyes. It turns out that in her heart, he is precious.
He originally thought that the water was calm as usual, but when he stepped in, he discovered that it was a fierce whirlpool, and he was completely sucked into it.
Within a short distance, he lost his fulcrum and felt pushed away by the surging waves. All his disguises fell apart in the tide, leaving only himself.
They all went to the deep sea, where there was no worldly things, just them.
He once thought that she was a cattail floating on his body, but it turned out that she had long been the butterfly fluttering towards him, silent and heroic.
Nan Yi seemed to have a premonition of what would happen next. She slowly closed her eyes and waited for it to happen.
Her slightly trembling eyelids seemed to hide a mystery that invited people to go together. The answer was that their life and death turned out to be a two-way journey related to romance.
She was honest with herself.
The beautiful clothes on the body and the three cardinal principles and five constant principles that teach people to be upright are actually not that important. In this wandering world, where there is no tomorrow after today, the only thing that matters is the present.
She wears human skin, but underneath the skin is still a primitive beast. She relies on instinct to survive. At this moment, she was longing for the closeness of skin-to-skin contact, as if only in this way could she fill the huge emptiness of waiting and prove the reality of what was lost and found.
She has experienced a very sad day, let her enjoy the joy of nothingness.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from him. He could only slide his hand against the side of her leg with an unnatural force. There seemed to be countless water vapor dormant in the humid air, part of which turned into thin sweat on his palms, and part of which snaked along her body, boiling with the blood.
She tightened her legs unconsciously, opened her eyes and looked at him blankly.
Xie Queshan's mouth was half-smiling, and he tilted his head to look at her intently: "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Yi's face suddenly turned red to the back of her ears, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away - and then at this time, he kissed her unhurriedly.
He kissed her delicately and lingeringly, moving inch by inch, completely losing his previous dominance. She was kissed until her whole body went limp, her thoughts were intermittently, and there was still one last chord in her mind that was shaky - when did he become so good at kissing? This scheming man wants to take the initiative at all times. He is not willing to be provoked by her, and wants to turn defeat into victory and ignite her every inch.
But she vaguely felt that this kiss was different from the previous intimacy between them.
He was so desperate, but he was trying his best to whitewash peace and cover up this hopelessness.
Physical proximity is an instinct, a desperation. Mountains of swords, seas of fire, turbulent waves, and they are just a speck of dust. They had no choice but to get closer to each other, even closer, as if they could share their weaknesses and armor, cling to each other to keep each other warm, and gain enough strength to withstand the cold.
But they are just themselves. What can the human will resist?
No one knows where Ye Guzhou will go. All they can hold is each other's hands.
The spring rain falls rapidly under the eaves.
The curtains hung lightly inside the window, and the robes were piled at the waist.
In addition to peeling off her belly repeatedly, he also kept her hands busy, insisting on taking off his clothes and reciprocating the courtesy. But the hook of the jade belt was so clever that she didn't know how to untie it, so she became more and more confused and couldn't fiddle with it.
On the slender arm with no hair, only a bracelet was left dangling, which was an eyesore.
He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull off the bracelet without any explanation.
Nan Yi was startled and blurted out: "You can't pick it off."
The voice was urgent and soft, and he took a breath for a while.
She then wanted to explain: "This is..."
He interrupted her quickly with a hoarse voice, his eyes as bright as wild wolves in the dimness: "Don't say anything, don't mention him."
She was shocked and a little at a loss. Slowly, she tasted something again. She raised her hand to hook his neck so that she could see the expression on his face clearly. She couldn't help but smile, confused and confused. A hint of cunning appeared in his eyes: "Xie Queshan, are you jealous?"
He's not just jealous, he's jealous, stingy, crazy, and scary. He was on the edge of a certain limit, and all his emotions were infinitely magnified. He would still be rational if he took back an inch, but he would turn into a beast if he took another inch, wishing to possess her all.
She had no intention of being charming, but her voice was so soft that it made her whisper, like a red thread wrapping from her ears to her heart. A gentle pull made his whole body tremble. He forgot about propriety, raised his hand to cover her mouth, and reached under her skirt with his other hand.
Coolness and heat invaded at the same time, and her first uncontrollable moan broke between his fingers.
She could no longer utter a complete sentence. Under his attack, her throat could only whimper and moan like a small animal. The hairpin tassels swayed on the loose bun, making a rustling sound.
The charcoal fire was extinguished on the spring night, but there was still a hint of chill lingering. Her skin was as cold as white porcelain, and she unconsciously wanted to get close to him.
He found time to kiss her eyes. The new stubble on her chin was green and soft, scraping across her cheeks. She finally recovered and opened her foggy eyes to look at him. She raised her hand to hug him, but his body collapsed in response and fell on her.
Her palms caressed his shoulders and back inch by inch, her fingertips sliding over the tight muscles as hard as iron, like an unbreakable barrier.
She was so dazed that she actually had some illusions at the peak of her passion. It seems that this is the trace left on his body every time he draws a bow and every time he draws a sword. This is the wall he builds on him every day and night when he rides his horse and whips his feet and steps across thousands of mountains and rivers. This was the sum total of everything he had in the past, molded into who he was now. Everything about him was honestly displayed in front of her, and was rubbed into her body step by step.
They are in the deep sea, they are in hell, they are sinking together in this secret dark night.
No matter where in the world we get autumn frost.
……
At dawn, her soul had not yet returned to its original position, her legs were trembling, and she was held limply in his arms. But she didn't want to sleep yet, always feeling that something would be fleeting.
Finally, he couldn't resist the sleepiness of exhaustion, and his half-closed eyelids could no longer be raised.
I don't know how long I slept, but I vaguely heard someone calling Xie Queshan outside, as if there was something important. She gained some consciousness, but she was still asleep, holding his hand and refusing to let go.
Xie Queshan kissed her forehead gently, then took out his hand and whispered in her ear that he would be back soon.
She continued to fall into sleep, unaware of day and night, until a ray of sunset fell on the window lattice, and she faintly woke up.
My feet stepped on the wooden boards, and the aged floor made an inappropriate creaking sound. As soon as the footsteps stopped, the sound also stopped. The surroundings were incredibly quiet, and even a few crows in the distance could be clearly heard.
If it weren't for the soreness in her body, she would almost feel that everything last night was a dream.
She put on her clothes and stood up, and her brain, which had been stagnant for a long time, slowly resumed its operation - this was Xie Queshan's Jingfeng Residence. He must have left in a hurry, and he hadn't had time to clean up the mess last night. The clothes were scattered on the ground, and the hairpin could throw them away. It was everywhere, and the messy painted screen still stood there, like a shocking ruin.
Nan Yi was in a daze for a while before remembering that when he left in the morning, he said he would come back later in the day, but it seemed that he hadn't come back yet.
She guessed that Wanyan Jun was difficult to deal with and there must be many trivial things holding Xie Queshan back. She gathered up the clothes on the floor one by one and put them on, tidied them up briefly, and then quietly prepared to sneak back to her small courtyard.
The terrible thing is that she can't even climb over a wall now.
I can only clench my tail and be a human being, and go back through the main entrance. She hid at the base of the wall and observed for a long time. When there was no one outside, she rushed to the verandah and pretended to be passing by.
As soon as she turned the corner, she met a group of female envoys. Everyone just saluted her as normal, but she suddenly felt guilty and her face turned red, for fear of being noticed.
When I was indulging, I only thought about breaking the jar, destroying the world, and not caring about tomorrow. But when I really woke up, I realized that the mess was still there, or even worse.
This is Wangxuewu after all. They still have to live here in a real way. They can’t see each other without looking up. What will they do in the future?
Nan Yi thought that she could no longer stay in Wangxuewu as a young lady.
However, this matter still needs to be discussed after Xie Queshan comes back, which way is the safest way for her to leave, and what identity she will use to act in Lidu Mansion in the future.
She was thinking messily again, how should she face him in front of outsiders when he comes back?
It's one thing to turn off the lights, but it's another thing to walk in the bright sunlight. Never show any signs of being strange.
She straightened her face and nodded gently towards the empty air.
No, this is not good. It seems too pretentious. Everyone is afraid of him. If she puts on some pretense, won't it arouse people's suspicion?
It's better to lower your eyebrows and salute meekly. When no one is paying attention, give him a wink and ask him to meet.
No, no, this is too inappropriate.
Hey, now that he was thinking about his decency, Nan Yi felt a little funny.
With his mind full of random thoughts, he returned to the room in a daze.
It was getting dark again, and Nan Yi spent the day in a daze. He boiled water to wash his body, soaked the bed and fell asleep again.
The next day, Xie Queshan still did not come home.
