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It's not that Cui Xing has never slept with a woman. Of course there are women among the customers. She is a commodity placed on the shelves by Paradise Wharf, with a clearly marked price. There are also people who want to hire her for more than the specified price, but she is unwilling.

It is advertised as a favorite, but Cui Xing can't feel like it. Her instinct called liking has long been honed by her career as a lady in the past few years, and her life is like a play. Fleeing.

Even though she is now very familiar with the things on the bed, the tears and pain from the first time still dominate her memories. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time, and she didn't know what liking was. Her chest, her legs, her back, and even her bottom matched, and she also thought that liking was fragmentary, a superficial obsession with the body.

So what does she like?

Apart from liking money, Cui Xing didn't know anymore.

But at least she doesn't like men's hands, she thinks it's ugly, so she always asks to turn off the lights when doing it.

Now the lights in the room are also off.

In Lingang in November, there was thunder and lightning outside the window, and the two people on the bed were sweating profusely.

Today is the weekend, and Zhuang Er came from school.

She has always been a bit of shit luck, she guessed a few math questions correctly in the college entrance examination, managed to scrape together a score for the second class, and was admitted to a local teacher's college in Lingang.School started in September, and after a month of goose-stepping in the sun, Zhuang You, who was originally wheat-colored, was black on top. On the day of the performance, people thought she was a sports major.

It's all black, but when I take off my clothes in the shower, there is at least two color differences between the ones covered with fabrics and the ones without fabrics. Zhuang Er really can't stand the zebra-like color difference, and is enjoying the life of a second marriage Her father asked for money to get whitening injections.

So much so that when Cui Xing's door was knocked open, she was surprised two seconds after seeing the person coming, and said, "Zhuang Er?"

Zhuang Er put on a thin gray sweater. Cui Xing gradually realized that she was actually very childish. The clothes were basically cartoons. Now there was a Donald Duck on her chest, and the ropes hanging from both sides of the hat were still covered by her. There are one after another tied under the chin, like a small twist.

"Why?" Zhuang Er said angrily, "I wasted my life when I was young, okay?"

Cui Xing thought it was foundation, grabbed her face, and clicked twice: "An injection? Which one has such a good effect?"

Zhuang Er closed the door, glanced around the rental house she hadn't been in for a long time, and paused lightly on the brand-new air conditioner in the corner: "You are as white as a ghost, do you still need to fight?"

"Are you praising or scolding?" Cui Xing saw that she stopped in front of the sofa covered with clothes, strode over and took a few casually, "Sit down."

Taking two steps back is the bed. Cui Xing sat down beside the bed. Her nightgown didn't look like what a serious woman would wear. The small suspenders were loose, or she didn't wear them on purpose. As the suspenders slipped down, her The upper arm is white and rounded.Part of Cui Xing's flesh came from her figure, she wasn't that thin, and she was far from fat. Those fleshy bodies seemed to grow in places that would easily arouse people's imagination.

The much paler Zhuang You in front of me hasn't been here for a long time, and she hasn't been here since the last time she crossed the Thunder Pond and retreated back for some reason.

Cui Xing thought it was because of the air conditioner, she didn't bother to fix it, but bought one instead, and her wallet was deflated.After telling the other party the good news, Zhuang Er's cold "yes" made her want to return the product. Cui Xing asked her what she was doing, and Zhuang Er sent a photo of an open document, all of which were in English.

Zhuang Er: Do your homework.

The cold person became Cui Xing, and he felt guilty when he pronounced the word "um".

She is almost illiterate, and Zhuang Er's name in WeChat was originally entered as Zhuang Er, which was changed by Zhuang Er herself.

Cui Xing couldn't count how many times he felt that she and Zhuang Er were not from the same world.

But she still installed the air conditioner and was still waiting for Zhuang Er to come back.But now she understood that Zhuang Er didn't come back because of the air conditioner, because of that gaze that was about to burn her.

It's hard for Cui Xing to have such an experience. She doesn't know what her body temperature is now, nor does she know what Zhuang Er's body temperature is now. She can only make a rough judgment while still sane. In the room of about ten square meters, the only thing that was hot enough to make her heart burn together was the quiet and rushing eyes on the silent face of the other party.

Why is Zhuang Er looking at me like that?

Why should I buy an air conditioner for her?

Why do I look forward to her and miss her?

Why do I know she will definitely come back?

……

The countless whys came to an abrupt end when Cui Xing was pressed on the bed by Zhuang Er, and it seemed that there was an answer at the moment when Cui Xing did not resist.She grabbed the twist on the other party's sweater, and forced Zhuang Er to lower her head, and put her chin against her chest. The makeup on Cui Xing's face had been removed long ago. She looked much smaller when she was without makeup, and she didn't wear lipstick. Not dull either.

Cui Xing smiled: "Who are you? Have you brought the money?"

To be a young lady also needs to have some skills. Cui Xing belongs to the kind of people who are rewarded by God and still work hard. He puts himself into the role of the stage, and his voice sounds seductive, but it is not seductive, but sarcasm.

Zhuang Er's hands lingered on Cui Xing's body, and her neck and face were all pink. She heard Cui Xing panting on purpose, and she couldn't help panting. While panting, she whispered: "Why are you growing up alone? Open your mouth."

"Then don't kiss if you have the ability." Cui Xing kicked the flip-flops on his feet, clamped Zhuang Er between his legs, and rolled her into the depths of the bed together.

Zhuang Er was rolled like this, and became the one below, Cui Xing's suspender skirt had already slipped off most of it, and the other's breasts were almost exposed.

Zhuang Er pressed Cui Xing's head down, and kissed her on the lips: "I'm not capable."

"So I'm here, I can't help it, I want to see you."

The bed sheet under his body is the one that Cui Xing likes very much. It is made of white check and pure cotton. It is very comfortable to sleep on.Zhuang Er raised her eyes in the midst of her busy schedule, and Cui Xing kissed her lips again and again, finally caught a gap, and hesitated: "I haven't taken off my shoes yet, uh..."

"Why are you talking so much?" Cui Xing didn't know if it was influenced by sister Hong's view of violent emotions, or if she was just like this, her movements were not very gentle, and the kisses were not superficial. A big fire burned the two people hot all over.

The wires of the light bulbs come in from the outside of the window, and are hung above the center of the room with two diagonally interlaced wires—this is the original intention, but because the construction workers are not skilled enough, the light bulbs are only hung in mid-air , and a little crooked, in short, the angle is not very straight.The light in this room is very poor, and the lights have to be on during the day.

Now Cui Xing thinks it is too bright.

It may be that the experience brought by work has deeply affected Cui Xing, and even those ugly images are deeply rooted, and there will always be some rejection and resistance in similar situations.But tonight seemed a little different, her hands were restless, making the other party's blood flow to the tips of the ears, which contrasted with Zhuang Er's complexion that became much whiter after spending money, and I saw a slight frown You pity.

Cui Xing stretched out his other hand and grabbed the place where there should be a switch, and turned off the light.

When she grasped it too hard, the light bulbs covered with cobwebs swayed violently behind the two kissing people in a triangular shape with the dense bulb lines, and the kissing figures on the mottled wall were cut by the dim and swaying light, sometimes torn apart and sometimes intertwined Winding, like a fictitious and hidden carnival framed in a corner.

A little spider fell from the light bulb and ran away in a panic from the canvas shoes that Zhuang Er took off at some point, and the owner of the shoes was taken off by Cui Xing.

They are panting.

In the tide of lust, the supreme joy transmitted from the nerve endings to the brain is carried straight to the sky.

Zhuang Er used to think that there was a lot of noise next door, but now that she is the person involved, she knows that she can't help it, and Cui Xing's bed is not very firm, and the wooden boards are creaking, forcing her to take a little bit out of comfort. Perception to find ways to reduce embarrassment.

So she grabbed the bed sheet tightly and left traces of her fingernails on Cui Xing's back.

When I came here, there were thunderstorms, and the weather forecast said that there would be a typhoon entering the country in two days.

The thunder rumbled, and the rain outside the window suddenly fell, crackling and smashing against the glass. The glass was shattered in the typhoon before. Cui Xing simply used adhesive tape to stick a few layers, and the light yellow transparent adhesive side cracked in the shape of snowflakes. On the other side, lightning flashed across their illuminated bed.

After a long, long time, until the sound of rain stopped, Cui Xing leaned on the bed and smoked afterward cigarettes.

The one next to her was either too tired to fall asleep, or too tired to move, lying there like a corpse, with hickey marks all over her naked body.The window was not closed, so it must have leaked in. Cui Xing was also tired and didn't bother to take care of it. The hand that didn't hold the cigarette pulled the crumpled towel out from under his legs, and covered Zhuang Er who was arching towards her.

Zhuang Er finally moved: "It's wet..."

Cui Xing was taken aback, and exhaled: "It's not your water yet."

Zhuang Er: "..."

Cui Xing turned on the light, she looked down at Zhuang Er: "Don't you think I'm dirty?"

"You are dirty, I am cheap, we are a match made in heaven."

Cui Xing: "Being cheap is your reason for whoring for nothing?"

Zhuang Er: "Cooking is worth the money."

Cui Xing smiled. She only knows how to choose brands of clothes and cosmetics, and she buys cigarettes casually. Today, this one has a mint smell, and inhaling it dilutes a lot of desires that have just been finished but have not been completely extinguished.She is very calm now, so calm that she can recall Zhuang Er's expression over and over again when she was doing it. The other party was not looking at her breasts, her legs, her back or even her bottom. Zhuang Er was indeed looking at her, but the difference lies in the eyes. It's all about her.

She put out the cigarette and lay down. The other party shared half of the quilt and came over. Cui Xing felt the warmth of Zhuang Er's approach. She thought about what to eat tomorrow: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, with more vinegar, stir-fried pork ribs." Yellow beef, no celery..."

Zhuang Er agreed one by one.

With her eyes closed, she heard Cui Xing ask, "Zhuang Er, what does your Er mean?"

Zhuang Er: "Near."

Cui Xing: "jin? Which jin?"

Zhuang Er stopped lying down, and lay on his side facing Cui Xing, staring at Cui Xing's eyes that were as clear as glass beads, and said with a smile: "Get closer."

"Which er you entered before is what you mean, and this is near, and the combination means that I am approaching you."

She said so and did so.

This is the first time since Cui Xing met Zhuang Er that he felt that he was not that far away from her.

The typhoon has not yet landed in Lingang, but Zhuang Er walked into her heart on a thunderstorm night.