It’s Colder Today

Duke Zhou worked overtime at Shiyun's place and didn't sleep for thirty-six hours. She was so sleepy that she didn't get enough sleep on the sofa in the car factory.

The air conditioning temperature in his bedroom is always very low, but covering him with a thick quilt on the bed is the most comfortable state in summer. Although he smoked, the bed did not smell strongly of cigarette smoke.

A faint fragrance can be smelled in the pillow, possibly from the perfume behind the ears.

She fell asleep quickly. Duke Zhou invited her to cook wine, discuss gossip, and raise a glass to the bright moon. She didn't have time to popularize modern medicine with Duke Zhou, and she didn't have time to tell him that the next time she was on night shift, she would ask him not to let her uncle and aunt sleep so much. Deep, the snoring is too loud and I feel a little suffocated.

Shi Yun felt that her skill display had changed from eloquent to an involuntary performance of breaking a big stone in her chest. Something was pressing on her, making her breathless.

Reality and dreams overlapped, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

He saw the head buried in his neck, showing his anger after his sweet dream was interrupted. She was like a child having a bad temper: "What are you doing?"

The ending notes rise.

Wei Zong stood up and asked, "Are you really asleep?"

Shi Yun closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again: "Otherwise."

Wei Zongying took out the stockings from the bag and gently brushed Shi Yun's neck like a velvet pen. The light touch caused an itch on her skin, teasing her: "Go to sleep later, you'll sleep better then."

He was determined to give it a try, and Shi Yun was dragged up from the bed by him. She sat on the bed angrily, her hair a little messy, like a kitten with fried hair.

Wei Congying handed her the silk stockings that were as thin as cicada wings. Shi Yun did not put them on immediately, but got off the bed. The stockings were about the length of her thighs. She bit the stockings with her mouth and raised her hands to straighten her hair. , and then used it to tie up the hair casually like a hair rope.

His bed is not high.

Wei Cong should sit by the bed with his legs bent casually. Putting one hand back on the bed, he watched Shi Yun tie her hair. She took off the silk stockings she was chewing on, and the silver thread in her mouth came out from the surface of the socks, and then the silver thread broke quickly. A low ponytail was simply tied up, a little loose.

Happiness came quickly. Although she looked very calm, Wei Songying always felt that this was her first time doing such a thing.

It feels very different from what he imagined, but it works for him and he likes it.

A hand passed through Shi Yun's hair and clasped the back of her head, and his ponytail was loosened by him. He looked at Shiyun's face and suddenly thought of the first time he watched Yukio Mishima's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion". He couldn't quite understand the relationship between perversion and beauty between the lines in Japanese characters.

At this moment, he felt that Shiyun seemed to be his 'Golden Pavilion Temple' - beauty.

Lean into his beauty.

This beautiful scripture was tainted by him, and he looked at her, and then he felt abnormal supreme happiness.

He clasped the back of Shiyun's head and suddenly mentioned his half-baked culture: "Baby."

The voice is a little hoarse.

She didn't know what Kinkakuji was thinking about in his mind, but she just looked up at him after hearing the sound. The terminal receptors near the jaw lobe were stimulated, causing her body to react with the urge to vomit, and there were some tears in her eyes.

Wei Songying removed his hand from her hair and moved it from the back of her head to the front of her face. His broad palm directly hugged the lower half of her face. He stared into her eyes. She was like this now. A plain face, disheveled hair, and a slight frown and tears can all add to the surliness and bàonüè elements of a person.

Holding her face, Wei Songying rolled his Adam's apple: "Looking at you like this, I think I should change my favorite ancient poem."

I originally thought it was something like 'human faces and peach blossoms complement each other', or maybe 'the charming eyes close in shame, and the red lips part in a smile'.

As a result, I heard him say: "Where can a beautiful lady teach chuīxiao?"

Like a street gangster with the scent of ink and books.

Shi Yun listened to his distorted meaning of ancient poems, and he was not afraid of Du Mu coming to him in the middle of the night with dreams.

Shi Yun soon ran out of energy, and he didn't have the strength to press the cow's head and drink water. Shi Yun took off the black silk hanging from the end of his hair. She did not sit by the bed to put them on, but stood there, rolling up the stockings from the mouth, then passing them through the soles of her feet, and then pulling them up little by little.

Wei Zongying sat by the bed, like a customer who went to a coffee shop to order a drink, but in the end couldn't grind the beans himself and made a cup of hand-brewed coffee. Seeing her putting on her socks slowly, he felt like a young boy. Seeing the stockings sticking to her skin, his breathing became a little heavy.

Shi Yun put on her socks, but before her waist was fully straightened, a pair of hands wrapped around her and pushed her to the bed, spinning her around.

The soft bed mattress has not been replaced yet, so she did not feel any pain from the fall.

Just as Shi Yun was about to turn over, his ankle was held by a warm and wet hand.

"So urgent?"

Wei Zongying felt the touch of her soles through the thin silk and hissed: "You seduced me."

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After Wei Congying finished cleaning herself, she looked at the stockings bunched up on the ground and bent down to pick them up.

Black and white above.

The color contrast is obvious.

Wei Congying picked up the stockings and hung his hands on the trash can. He asked the person on the bed: "I lost my socks."

He had a good experience. Although he would like to buy one next time, he was not so poor that he couldn't afford a new pair. Besides, he bought more in the store that day and it was enough.