Trajectory 2: entangled curves

But at this time, Zhuge Qinuo definitely didn't want just a few words.

Her hand began to slide restlessly from Mibei's fingertips slowly up and up.

Her eyes looked at him, but they were not fully open. He could clearly see that her gaze was completely distracted.

She just smiled vaguely and slowly sat up.

He stared at her in fascination until her lips slowly touched his Adam's apple, the warmth of her lips, her gossamer breath.

The kiss was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, and it almost took Mi Bei's soul away: "This is what a sister does, so proactive."

Alcohol also made him lose his sense of propriety, and no man could endure it anymore.

Mi Bei pressed Zhuge Qinuo heavily on the bed and kissed him unscrupulously. Age and scruples were all gone at this moment.

He wanted her! He was very determined to confirm his idea. He didn't know when he had started to have improper thoughts about her.

Zhuge Qinuo began to calmly enjoy his somewhat forceful kiss, not feeling uncomfortable at all, and only wanted this feeling to come more intensely.

She knew very well that it was Mi Bei who was entangled with her. She also knew very well that this was not good. But she didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt weak and empty. Her reason was being overbearingly devoured by the comfort of her body. Every nerve in her brain and every cell in her body were instilling messages in her: "You need him, and you want him."

Mi Bei had ended that crazy kiss. He began to explore downwards, the neck, the collarbone, and then downwards...

The night was so quiet that only the breathing of two people and two entangled bodies could be heard.

The closer she got to the sensitive area, the more comfortable she felt, which made Zhuge Qinuo realize that some things she had dared not think about or do were about to happen.

Her heart was struggling wildly. The contradiction between shame and desire made her feel unprecedented excitement, and... and the intense impact brought by her increasingly obvious heartbeat.

The shock was too strong and had never happened to her before. It caused a dull pain in her heart, and it was so painful that she realized it was abnormal.

Neither her condition nor Mibei's was normal.

"No! I can't lose control. This is not what I want." She told herself over and over again, breathing heavily and trying desperately to adjust herself.

She called Mibei's name: "Mibei, I was wrong."

She knew it was unfair, she knew she was the one who seduced him first, so she admitted her mistake and gave in.

"do not want!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't!"

"Mibe, I was wrong!"

Zhuge Qinuo's weak and boneless body was like a catalyst, and coupled with the calls, to Mibei's ears, every refusal to admit his mistakes sounded like the most affectionate love words.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but did not stop.

"Shouldn't you approach me?"

"Or shouldn't I seduce me?"

Reason told her to stop, but Zhuge Qinuo enjoyed this moment too much, enjoying his constant teasing. She felt that she must be crazy. At this moment, she could still be rational and analyze the situation. There was a reason why she was called frigid before.

The more emotional Ke Mibei became, the less she could control herself, which made her feel that she was wrong.

What she provoked was not only the instinctive fire of desire between men and women, but also a fire that would not only burn herself, but also spread the whole field. She could not bear the catastrophic consequences.

She pushed Mi Bei away with all her strength, not caring about her messy clothes and Mi Bei's surprise when he was pushed away by her, and stumbled towards the door of the room.

Zhuge Qinuo thanked her strong willpower. She knew very clearly what she needed to do at this moment. She needed to leave here and keep a good distance from Mi Bei. She couldn't make the same mistake again.

She felt dizzy and it was at this moment that she finally understood what faith was supporting her.

He was still a child. What stood between them was not only age, but also identity and future. The moment she touched the door handle, she felt her legs melting. She gritted her teeth, opened the door, and she had to go.

"Bang", the door that was finally opened was simply pushed back by Mi Bei, just like it had been opened by him so many times.

"Don't go!" His voice came down from above his head, shaking Zhuge Qinuo's eardrums and her heart.

She gritted her teeth and turned the doorknob again.

Mi Bei put his head, or rather one side of his chin, against her crown. She could feel the breath filled with the smell of alcohol pouring down from above her head.

His breath seemed to envelop her whole body inch by inch.

"Don't leave."

Like a spell, Zhuge Qinuo's will and belief collapsed in these two "Don't go": "Do you know what you are saying?"

Mi Bei took back the hand that was pressing on the door, hugged Zhuge Qinuo from behind, and leaned down so that their faces were close enough: "Don't go, don't leave me!"

He whispered in Zhuge Qinuo's ear, his voice a little hoarse.

"Mibei!" Zhuge Qinuo's voice was accompanied by exhalation, weak and breathless.

"Nuo'er, don't leave me alone." His words seemed to flow in Zhuge Qinuo's body along with his blood.

It's a charm, it's a spell that freezes the body.

Zhuge Qinuo took a deep breath, and what came out of her body as she exhaled was the dust that rose up after the wall of the fortress in her heart collapsed.

The dust blinded her eyes and made her cry, and it also blinded her heart.

Maybe, this is fate.

I don't know what time it is. Mi Bei opened his eyes and saw the room was dark again. It seemed that as long as he was with Zhuge Qinuo, he would not even think of leaving any light in the room.

Oh, where is she? Mi Bei touched the side, but there was nothing there.

Where has she gone?

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was already noon.

Have you slept for so long? He patted his head and tried to turn on the bedside lamp.

Looking at the clothes scattered on the ground, I lifted the quilt and checked again.

My own nakedness. Yes, this is the right state. But where is she?

He glanced at the ground again and saw only his clothes scattered all over the ground.

No, this didn't match his memory of last night.

Something must have happened last night.

He knocked his head again, his wandering consciousness slowly returning: he helped her block the wine, kissed her, brought her out, took the opportunity to act like a spoiled child, and after they got to the room, she, who had always been calm, began to slowly cling to him, and he took back the initiative, and then she ran away, so he chased after her...

It's very embarrassing, and just thinking about it makes me blush and my heart beat fast.

But then?

He opened the quilt a little, and after confirming his condition again, he tried hard to recall.

I chased her, hugged her, and kissed her. Did she respond? Then what?

He really couldn't remember.

The bedroom door was tightly closed. I propped up my heavy head, picked up the clothes on the floor, and put them on.

Opening the door a crack, he peeked in, just like he had done the first time they were in the same room together.

But the living room was also pitch black. He closed the door gently and his breathing quickened.

Then I thought again, what is there to be afraid of?

We are all adults now, and we know our own feelings. So, what are we nervous and afraid of now? Are we afraid of something that has happened, or something that has not happened?

So he opened the door.