I, Qinghuan

"I'll take a shower first."

Nan Yang let go of Qing Huan, pulled the long black hair that had slipped from her sideburns behind her ears, and wiped the saliva on her earlobe with the back of her hand, leaving a glistening water mark.

Qing Huan could feel Nan Yang's abnormality, her body was very hot, just now when she hugged her waist, even the temperature of her back was scalding hot.Nan Yang's skin is usually cold, if it is so hot that it burns her hands, it means that she is emotional to some extent.

She is a 24-year-old adult, of course she can understand the panic that flashed in Nan Yang's eyes just now, and also understands why she suddenly wants to take a bath.

Having said that, they are married after all, and have been married for some time.In those days before, she never wanted to have anything to do with her, because the two of them were not really together, but just pretended to be an awkward relationship with a fake marriage.However, now that they are honest, they have hugged and kissed, shouldn't it be logical to proceed to the next step?

Besides, she wanted her.

Just tonight, she wants her.

She needs a further relationship to fill her heart that worries about gains and losses.She needs to confirm her status as a wife in order to confirm that Nan Yang will always be in her hands.

"Nan Yang." Qing Huan mustered up all his courage and called her to stop.

Nan Yang closed the half-closed bathroom door, turned around, her long black hair coiled around her shoulders, and the corners of her clear eyes were a little red: "Huh?"

"You... Do you want to..." She really wanted to ask the words, but she still felt the difficulty of walking on thin ice, and the shyness buried deep in her bones always blocked her deep desire, "I..."

Nan Yang just stood quietly, waiting for her to brew slowly.

Qing Huan finally asked in a very small voice: "Do you want...with me?"

After Nan Yang reflected the meaning of her words, she was stunned.

Qing Huan bit her lip, glanced away, and forced herself to finish the rest of the sentence, humming like a mosquito withered in autumn: "We can try... right?"

Nan Yang's earlobes turned redder, and she clenched the doorknob's fingers tightly, as if she wanted to burn her skin into the metal handle.She turned her eyes away, staring at the dimly lit tiles on the ground, and suddenly recalled those nights when she was in bed with her 3000 years ago.

too long.

It's been a long time since I was so lingering with her.

In the past 3000 years, she didn't want to disturb her life, and she also had a firm principle in her heart, so no matter how close she was, she was always self-denial and abstinence, and never exceeded the distance.When it's the worst, it's just kissing the eyes and the end of the hair.She didn't want to offend her, and she didn't want to make her have irreparable expectations of herself in those reincarnations where she couldn't make promises.She thought that in her last life, where she could grow old with her, she had to leave all the closest contact to Qing Huan, who was her wife.

After all, in the concept of her, an ancient person, it is only after getting married that she can do further things naturally.

And after doing those things, she must marry the other party.That's why she has been obsessed with marrying Qinghuan for 3000 years.

Ever since she slept with her for the first time, she had made up her mind to marry her. If there were no mistakes, accidents and separations back then, they should have had a big marriage that the world envied.

For the past 3000 years, she has kept Chen Xiangyin, adhered to her heart, and adhered to the principle of being responsible for Qinghuan, and never took that step beyond the boundary.But obviously, 3000 years of abstinence is a cruel thing for a person who has already prescribed meat most of the time.

Qinghuan's voice interrupted her drifting thoughts: "Hurry up and wash."

With red ears, Nan Yang was silent for a while, nodded, and closed the door gently.

Qing Huan sat on the sofa, shaking her dizzy head, regretting what she said just now.Does Nan Yang feel that he is too open?Does she feel that she is too slutty and doesn't know how to be reserved?

After regretting, my heart was flooded with more luck.No matter what Nan Yang thinks about herself, she just nodded, and after waiting for half an hour, she will come out with her hair wet after taking a shower.Before long, she can hold her, kiss her, caress her, do whatever she wants to her.

But... she seems to be...

Qing Huan suddenly remembered that she didn't know what to do with the two women.

She hurriedly glanced at the bright light in the bathroom, heard the faint sound of water, hurriedly found her mobile phone, opened WeChat, scanned up and down, and found that she had only one friend, Qi Yi, who was close enough to ask these things .

She didn't care whether it was appropriate or not, she clicked on Qi Yi's profile picture frame and began to type quickly, her fingertips fluttered like a butterfly dancing in the light and shadow.

"Xiao Yi, do you know what two women do in bed?"

His fingertips paused, and he typed another one.

"Be specific, the more specific the better."

After waiting for 3 minutes, Qi Yi still didn't reply, and the words "the other party is typing" were not even displayed on the top.Qing Huan waited more and more anxiously, and when she was about to cut out of the WeChat interface to search by herself, an unread message popped up in Ming Wancheng's dialog box.

She subconsciously clicked in.

It is a network disk link, the kind with extraction code.

Soon, Cheng Ming sent another message: "Master, this is a resource pack of 500 G, please save it quickly, the link may not survive tomorrow. The first folder is from Europe and the United States, and the second file The folder is from Japan, the third folder is with plots, and the fourth folder is TXT files, all of which are in my private collection, you learn slowly, be gentle with our ancestors, good night~ [Bixin][ Compare Heart][Compare Heart]"? ? ?

Why would Cheng reply to her message to Qi Yi tomorrow night?

Will Cheng be in Qi Yi's room tomorrow night?

Or is Qi Yi in Cheng's room tomorrow night? ?

Qing Huan sat on the sofa in a mess.

After she was done messing around, she remembered to click on that link and save the big gift package carefully prepared by Cheng Cheng tomorrow night.She clicked on her online disk, and among a list of acting improvement-related resources and backups of past scripts, the folder at the top named "I Love Learning" took the top spot with a terrifying 500G volume.She pursed her lips tightly, clicked in, and hesitated at the interface of the four folders.

Nan Yang had finished washing, the bathroom door was opened, and accompanied by the steaming mist, she walked out slowly while wiping her hair.

After taking a shower, she changed into a loose cotton linen white shirt and a pair of soft, thin black wide-leg pants.There are elegant wooden buttons on the shirt made of cotton and linen, and each wooden button is also carved with small and delicate plum patterns. Accompanied by the more obvious body fragrance on her body after bathing, it makes people sink unconsciously at a glance.

I want to hug her, bite the buttons of her shirt, and smell the fragrance of plum blossoms around her neck.

Nan Yang wiped her hair, sat sideways beside Qing Huan, and glanced at her mobile phone interface, "What are you looking at?"

Qing Huan quickly pressed the lock screen button, got up in a panic, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Ah."

Nan Yang didn't pay much attention to Qing Huan's phone.

Qing Huan went into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer and put it in Nan Yang's hand, her face was red: "Dry your hair first, I'll wash it soon."

"Ah."

Nan Yang meekly picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, and dried her hair carefully.

When she raised her hand, Qing Huan saw from the unbuttoned collar that she was not wearing anything under her shirt.

Qing Huan hurriedly returned to the bathroom and closed the door, suppressed her beating heart, took several long breaths, and then began to take off her clothes bluntly.

She washed it really quickly, didn't dry it very much after washing, and there were still tiny drops of water on her back, so she hurriedly put on a clean apricot-colored sweater.When he came out, Nan Yang was still blowing his hair, which was almost done.

Qing Huan's footsteps stopped at the bathroom door, and she raised her hand to rub her hair, a little embarrassed: "Actually, I... I haven't had time to read the tutorial just now."

Nan Yang was taken aback: "... Tutorial?"

"Well," Qing Huan nodded embarrassingly, "Ah Cheng just sent me a lot...that kind of video, I haven't had time to learn it yet."

Nan Yang stayed for a long time before slowly nodding his head: "Well. Then... you learn again?"

Qing Huan picked up her mobile phone, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Go to bed and lie down, let's... watch together."

"it is good."

The two walked into the bedroom one after the other, and as before, each of them lay down on one side, leaning against the head of the bed.In order to be able to see the mobile phone screen at the same time, they were very close, with their arms tightly pressed against each other. Qing Huan could feel Nan Yang's ironed skin after taking a bath through the knitted sweater and shirt.

Qing Huan clicked on a video casually, and when she saw the two protagonists above, her face turned red to the base of her neck.

Nan Yang crossed his arms in a leisurely manner, and watched with the people around him without saying a word.

The video is not long, only 10 to [-] minutes. There are all the necessary processes, and the parts that should be exposed are not coded. The details that need to be carried out fall into the eyes of those who need to learn.

At some point, Nan Yang's gaze shifted from the phone screen to Qing Huan's face.

The appearance of her watching the video seriously is the same as watching the ban seriously back then.The book looks exactly the same.

Was this kid always so curious about this sort of thing?

After watching this video, Qing Huan thought about it, and felt that she had learned enough, so she took the initiative to ask Nan Yang: "So...do you want to be on the top or bottom?"

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "As you wish."

Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "Then you are on top."

"……Can."

Qing Huan added: "You suffer on it."

Nan Yang frowned slightly, and looked at her inexplicably.

"I want to make you comfortable," Qing Huan murmured softly, blushing, "but I'm afraid of crushing you, so... so you are on top of me, and I'll help you, okay?"

Nan Yang's entire ears and neck were flushed red. After a long time, she still nodded accommodatingly and agreed with Qing Huan.

Qing Huan turned off the light, lay down obediently, and looked expectantly at Nan Yang beside her in the darkness.

Nan Yang raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.Her own demeanor is so cold, and the restrained and provocative action of unbuttoning her buttons has given her a layer of fatal temptation, just like a snowy magnolia flower that has been budding on a cliff for thousands of years, finally came for a person who trekked across mountains and rivers The person opened his own bones with his own hands, and showed each petal wetted with dew in front of the person's eyes one by one, performing the once-in-a-lifetime gorgeous bloom.

After untying the last one, Nan Yang sat up, put his hands on Qing Huan's side, sat with his knees on her waist, and bent down.

She raised her head and stared at the regularly arranged patterns on the pillow cover, without blinking for a moment, not daring to blink.

After a while, those patterns gradually twisted and became waves.She narrowed her eyes slightly, and a layer of mist floated under her eyes, mixed with the lines on the pillow that were still churning into water, which made her get lost in the hanging again and again, unable to break free again.

Trembling.

throw up.

Damp.

fall.

The youthful movements are enough to soothe her heart that has been empty for 3000 years.

I don't know how long has passed.

It may have been an hour, or it may have been two hours, and the bell tower in the distance rang many times indistinctly.

The cold wind from the window blew in, lifting a piece of chocolate candy wrapper that had just been peeled off from the desk.

Qing Huan squeezed the peeled chocolate and carefully stuffed it into the mouth of the woman lying on her body.The person on his body couldn't kneel for a long time, his whole body fell down weakly, the hair on his forehead and sideburns were all wet with sweat, and there were a little wet tears at the end of his eyes.

Nan Yang had sweet and greasy chocolate in his mouth, and even lost the strength to chew, so he could only let the cocoa butter slowly melt into water in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Qing Huan kept touching her long black and soft hair, her tone full of distress.

Nan Yang licked the sugar stains on her lips, and hummed weakly.

"Am I studying well?" Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang tightly, with a gentle voice, "Are you comfortable?"

"……Um."

It seemed that she could only make such a simple tone from the depths of her throat.

Qing Huan smiled contentedly, rubbed the top of Nan Yang's head, "I will learn better in the future."

Nan Yang turned his face slightly, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes on Qing Huan's long curly hair.

"Qinghuan."

She called her hoarsely.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Qing Huan lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair.

Perhaps it was because of being held in her arms at the moment, or perhaps it was because reason was still blurred by the aftertaste of confusion.She suddenly had an urge to tell her everything.

If you knew all the truth, would you still be willing to let me be tender in your arms?

"Qing Huan, do you believe in reincarnation?" Nan Yang looked at the pattern on the pillow that had been restored to order, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "Do you believe it... I have met many of you?"

The corners of Qing Huan's lips curled up, and she tightened her arms on Nan Yang's back, and whispered softly in her ear:

"Whatever you believe in, so what if you don't believe it."

"..."

When Nan Yang turned her head and looked into those enchanting and beautiful eyes in a daze, a doting smile suddenly came from her ear:

"There are a thousand mes in the world, and these thousand mes will always hold you."

Nan Yang was stunned.

Her body instantly became stiff, and after a long time, under Qing Huan's constant caress, she slowly eased down.

She tightened her arms around Qing Huan's neck, buried her face deeply in Qing Huan's neck, and bit the collar of Qing Huan's knitted sweater with her teeth.

After a while, cold tears silently slid down the tightly pressed skin of the two.