Eternal Burning

While this is true of some philosophers, not all of them are, and this is biased.

I don't. I separate myself.

You have another question. He stepped aside and asked, what is the shadow on the left? I feel it moving.

verb: move? I thought it was some kind of bug, so I leaned in to look at the eyepiece.

The field of vision was clear, nothing. There are no small bugs, and no moving shadows.

I raised my head suspiciously: nothing...

Before he could finish speaking, he was kissed by a pair of hot lips.

My brain went down from that moment and couldn't think about anything.

The gap between his teeth was opened by the tip of the wine-scented tongue. Different from the impression he gave in everyday life, he was not rash, just a gentle temptation.

Like the most patient hunter, he knows how to be friendly and reduce the vigilance of his prey.

Of course, the prey was aware of the danger, but in the face of his attack, there was still nothing he could do. He could only step into his trap with vigor and death.

Eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, fingers clenched together a little bit, I even forgot how to breathe.

It felt like a long time, but it seemed like a short moment. The hot and humid tongue licked the corners of his lips, and Shang Muxiao backed away with a smile in his eyes: Your problem is that you are too rational. Like now...

What's the matter now?

I stared at his open and closed lips, not sure if I had asked the question. I started breathing again, but still felt dizzy, and the lack of oxygen wasn't so easy to relieve.

He put his hands on both sides of my wheelchair, looked down at me, and said slowly: The atmosphere is so good now, how can you just wait for me to kiss you?

So what should I...how do I do?

In a trance, I seemed to hear the cracking sound of the ice, but I couldn't think about what it was.

Why did I start to get drunk when I only had one glass of wine?

I shouldn't have had that glass of wine...

How can you be like a silly boy who has never been in love. He complained about getting closer again, almost touching my lips and teeth, but not really touching, teacher, if you don't kiss me, I will be angry.

If he is far away, he really knows how to provoke people's spirit.

There are many voices in my mind, one time it is Mr. Huáng's who treats every day as the last day; another time it is Kant's that there is nothing higher than reason... They appear again and again, interspersed with two words. The schadenfreude of Bergson or Schopenhauer confuses my already near-strike brain.

Shang Muxiao couldn't wait for my response for a long time, so he tutted softly, and was about to straighten up.

Without thinking at all, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

The voices in my mind all disappeared in an instant, and the cracks on the ice surface became bigger and bigger, so big that they could no longer be controlled, and the whole shattered and turned into powder. The soft thin sweater was tightly clasped in my palm, I lowered my eyes, and it took two seconds to realize that it was not an ice surface, but my rationality.

My rationality is crumbling, it crumbles from its foundations, swept away by instinct, and takes its throne.

Instinct won, won quietly and vigorously, stepped on all those who had despised it, and extended its tentacles to every sulcus of the brain, making it impossible for you to easily remove it.

It was rapidly expanding its territory, not only to take the high ground of my brain, but also to gain control of my body.

I really can't do anything about you... Shang Muxiao seemed to be helpless, gently stroked my cheek and came to my ear.

I looked up at him, still struggling to my death.

I don't believe it, I don't believe in reason and die like this.

You don't kiss me, and you don't let me go... His broad palms fell behind his neck, his eyes were dark, and there was a hint of ruthlessness that did not match his words and deeds, so I had to take the initiative. As he spoke, he I leaned down, and when the last word fell, my lips were firmly kissing me.

After changing the gentle style of the previous kiss, he no longer pretended, completely revealed his true nature, and kissed wildly and deeply.

It seems to be telling you clearly with actions: if you fall in, don't even think about getting out. This is the scholar's Lanruo Temple, the Baiyun Township of Emperor Wu, and the debt you cannot escape.

My face was forced to lift up, and the back of my neck was numb. I completely passively accepted everything he gave, and my head became more and more dizzy.

He didn't let go of me until I was really out of breath, and the hand holding his sleeve started to tremble, like a snake retracting his letter, retracting his tongue from his mouth.

Teacher, you are lying. The hand on the back of the neck did not withdraw, as if to comfort an uneasy little animal. He continued to knead it, and he controlled the strength and angle to the extreme. I was like a cat that was scratched. The bones all over the body are sore.

My chest rose and fell violently, and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible, but my body wouldn't allow it. I tried to catch my breath, ignoring what he was saying for a while.

You also said that you have no bad thoughts about me,

But you clearly love me.