God knows

"...Because of loneliness."

I recalled this sentence in silence, thinking about the tone in which Phoenix said it, and it was not until the day was over that I realized that she was talking about herself.

lonely.

With this intersection for hundreds of years, the loneliness of Phoenix will be deeper and wider than the night and sky.

"Ann, you are sad, why are you sad?"

I sat up, climbed over a quilt, and knelt down in front of her.

"Nightmare? You have a lot of emotional ups and downs."

I shook my head, not knowing what to say.

In the end I just reached out and hugged her.

Does she only feel my sadness?

My palm slid across her uneven back, exerted a little force, and pulled her into my arms.

Please, it's okay not to feel anything else, but not loneliness.

When I touched her wings, they were as soft as silk, just like her smooth skin. People couldn't help admiring the beauty that doesn't belong to mortals.

Phoenix didn't speak, but let me hug her, and at the moment when I wondered what might be followed by cynicism, I felt her bare and slender arms gently wrapping around my waist.

Could it be that I am nothing more than "you human" to Phoenix?I thought sadly, and then swept away such thoughts, fearing that Phoenix would interpret this emotion.

"You're so weird," she whispered.

I lowered my head helplessly, only to find that she was smiling slightly.

I can't understand the meaning of that smile, but it makes me very excited.She is not smiling contemptuously or mockingly, but she is so stunningly beautiful.I didn't know that Phoenix could smile so softly and alluringly at the same time with the corners of her lips hooked.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. At that moment, I bowed my head and kissed her in a strange way.

Does Phoenix know the meaning of this action?I was thinking wildly, and I was glad to find that she didn't push me away, and she didn't turn her head to avoid the kiss. On the contrary, her arms tightened slightly, bringing us closer.

I could feel her wings beating restlessly under my palm, feeling the stimulation of this moment like another living body.Her lips are very soft and cold, panting gently, she opened and closed her lips and rubbed gently on me, which made me uncontrollably excited. At that moment, I no longer cared about what she thought or looked at up.

I hugged her tighter and tighter, and the uninterrupted kiss intensified. I bit and licked her lower lip, feeling out of control.And the tip of her tongue slid over my upper lip, making me tremble unbearably.

Her skin was cold, and as I slipped under her blouse and slid across her flat stomach, I felt her shiver slightly, as if scorched by my heat.Her lips finally landed on my shoulder, and she rested there docilely, like stillness and acquiescence.

I bent her legs and kissed her ankle lightly.

I gently explored the taboo area of ​​angels, and found that the inside of Phoenix's body was hot, which was different from the coldness of the skin.

"An...an...an..."

She whispered my name softly, mixed with quick panting, like a penetrating beam of light in a dark and quiet room.

Finnis's writhing waist rises and falls in line with the rhythm of desire, her golden hair spreads on the pillow, frantic and disorderly sexy, her slender and white fingers tightly twist my bed sheet, just like her tightly knit Between the eyebrows, happiness is outlined with a tormented expression.

She just called my name, and I lost myself in the torrent of her groans.

"install…"

She screamed softly, pulling me up on top of her by my collar.

I was shocked by Phoenix's initiative to ask for a kiss, but my surprise was immediately submerged in the excitement of the moment.Her kiss was like a feather, falling softly on the corners of my lips, my neck, and my shoulders.

Like raindrops falling continuously, without end.

Finally she let me go and the night was peaceful.

I look down.

See her lying on her back under me like an angel just crashed on my sheets.

When I got up early, I looked around at a bed of scattered feathers, vaguely remembering what happened last night.

I hurriedly turned my head and saw Phoenix sitting on my window frame, her wings reflected the morning light, and she was leisurely playing with a bow.

"Bow?" my hoarse voice, just waking up, asked.

She had heard the sound of me getting up a long time ago, and turned to look at me without surprise.

"What did you say?" she asked quietly.

I got out of bed and stood beside her, not sure how far I should be from this body.Her attitude and tone of speaking to me were just as straight and indifferent as before.

In the end, I only reached out to take the bow in her hand, and when I touched her fingers, I flinched slightly.

The surprise flashed in her eyes.Phoenix grabbed the air out of thin air, and before I had time to realize it, I saw an extra arrow in her hand.

I reached out and took the arrow.

"I can see it all."

Phoenix concluded, looking from my hand holding the bow and arrow to my face.

The moment the eyes met, I felt an indescribable loss—the way Phoenix looked at me was so ordinary and indifferent.

I lowered my head and stroked the wooden bow, carefully identifying the patterns on it.There are large and small curved thin lines on it, which are delicately depicted with sparse and dense, concave and convex. The uniform directionality and tortuous angles are reminiscent of blood vessels, and at the confluence of large arteries and veins— - where the heart should be - but it is empty, that is where the arrow was hitched.

The shaft of Phoenix's arrow is also made of wood, but the arrowhead is made of metal. The metal that looks like gold is engraved with densely packed words, which can barely be seen clearly until it is close to the eyes.

At first I thought it was a spell in an unidentifiable language, but then I saw "love", "amor", "amour", ... a few slightly recognizable words, and some obviously Arabic totems, probably written in various languages The word "love".How many languages ​​are there?I thought, the number of words that can be useful to people all over the world must be astonishing.

I returned the bow and arrow to Phoenix, and watched her take it and turn her head to look at the dense morning light.

"I don't think we have any more secrets," she said flatly.

I didn't answer.

Turning around to look at the sun hitting my messy quilt, seeing the feathers scattered on the bed, I couldn't feel the slightest shock when I saw the bow and arrow.

I don't think we have any more secrets.

is it?