your little tail

The longing that I haven't seen for many days turns into pink petals blown up by the wind in the peach blossom forest.Float the whole room.

One piece, two pieces, gathered into a peach blossom ribbon, tightly tied the hearts of two people together.

A tiny starlight flashed in Ji Ling's eyes, he opened his arms and closed his eyes at the same time.Like a child begging for candy.

Mo Jingyu had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes were in a daze.Take a few steps.

...Bypassing Ji Ling and entering the bathroom.

With her eyes closed, Ji Ling felt a gust of wind blowing beside her. After a few seconds, the pudding she imagined hadn't arrived yet.

The eyes are squinted open, and there is nothing in front of him.

Ji Ling looked around in disbelief, but there was no trace of Mo Jingyu.

If it wasn't for the sound of water in the bathroom, she would have thought she was dreaming again.

Ji Ling stared at the bathroom door with resentful eyes like two ice picks, trying to carve a hole in the door.

When Mo Jingyu came out of the shower, the lights in the bedroom were turned off, and it was pitch black outside.

Is the little tiger already asleep?

If it was normal, Mo Jingyu would have gone to the bathroom outside to dry her hair in fear of waking Ji Ling up.But today, as if I wanted to wake someone up on purpose, I not only turned on the brightest light in the bedroom, but also turned on the hair dryer to the highest gear.

Ji Ling poked his head out of the quilt, cast a disdainful look at Mo Jingyu, and continued to "sleep".

After Mo Jingyu finished blowing her hair, she quickly went to bed and got into bed.

With the coolness of autumn, it sticks to Ji Ling's warm back.

"Asleep?" Mo Jingyu's voice was a bit ethereal, as if it came from the sky, but it was so close at hand, it was touching.

Ji Ling said, "Fall asleep."

Mo Jingyu: "Why are you still talking when you're asleep?"

Ji Ling: "Can't you hear the meaning of not wanting to talk to you?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" Mo Jingyu was very wronged, "I haven't seen you for so many days, why don't you talk to me?"

Ji Ling: "I just don't want to talk to you."

She would not admit that she was angry that she didn't get the pudding.

Mo Jingyu leaned over and rubbed on Ji Ling's neck, "But I miss the little tiger at home every day."

Ji Ling trembled, and said in a stiff voice, "You are so disgusting."

Mo Jingyu continued with the posture of breaking a can, and continued: "I have left all the grotesqueness in my life to you alone."

Ji Ling's heart beat out of control, and he closed his eyes tightly and stopped talking to Mo Jingyu.

Mo Jingyu turned Ji Ling's body around and pinched her face. "Always ignoring people, not a good boy."

Ji Ling secretly narrowed one eye, seeing Mo Jingyu's plump face, she blushed suddenly.

Mo Jingyu's delicate and soft palm flattened and stroked Ji Ling's face. "Do you miss me?"

Ji Ling whispered, "I don't want to."

Mo Jingyu's voice became more and more pitiful: "I really don't want to?"

Ji Ling lowered her eyelashes, "Think."

Mo Jingyu let out a pleasant smile. "Then do you like me?"

In an instant, a warm and soft lips met.

Mo Jingyu was stunned.

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Mo Jingyu turned over and looked down at Ji Ling. "Do you like me?"

Ji Ling raised her head and kissed the speaking lips again.

Mo Jingyu's throat rolled slightly, "A formal relationship with me." The tone rose slightly, "Huh?"

Ji Ling hooked Mo Jingyu's neck, and took the initiative to send it up again.

This is probably the default.

Mo Jingyu's mind was already in chaos, and his instincts gradually sank.

"Can you?"

The answer was silent, and he sealed his lips with a kiss.

In the air, clusters of small flames ignited, hot and dry.

The sweetness of pudding invades the whole body.The innumerable strands of seductive fragrance were bundled together, wrapping Ji Ling tightly.

Until the aroma exploded in my mind and filled the air.

Ji Ling finally bloomed for Mo Jingyu.

……

Sure enough, it is something more delicious.

In the dark night, all things return to silence.

Among those who fell into sleep, one had a satisfied smile on his lips, and the other had tears streaming down his face.

In a dark room, the sound of waves beating against the rocks could be faintly heard.

A transparent fishing line was tied to Ji Ling's left ankle, shining a sharp white light.

Mo Jingyu was in front of her, like a fish just caught.

Slaughtered, eviscerated.hang up.

The man in the bucket hat turned around, approached slowly, and squatted down.The corners of the mouth gradually widened.

The voice is like a demon from hell.

"One, don't even try to run away," he said.

Ji Ling's face was pale, and tears and sweat mixed together and flowed down.His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

for a long time.

Ji Ling finally opened his eyes, silent.

The horrible scene in the dream played back in her mind over and over again, almost completely destroying her consciousness.

Don't even try to run.

Those were the last words the man in the bucket hat said before he ran away.

Ji Ling looked at the black vortex-like ceiling, fear mixed with guilt in his pupils.It was extremely painful, as if there were countless beasts tearing it apart.

Probably due to traveling around in the past few days, coupled with the hard work before going to bed, Mo Jingyu slept soundly, still trapped in the land of gentle dreams.

Ji Ling suddenly laughed, but it was a sad smile.

She wiped off the sticky beads from the corners of her eyes with her hands, stood up and sat down.

The hourglass flipped several times without knowing the time.

In the darkness, Ji Ling faced Mo Jingyu and raised his hand, but he dared not touch it.I'm afraid that the illusion in front of me will be punctured.

After a long while, she lightly brushed the bridge of Mo Jingyu's nose with her fingertips, and there was a tenderness in her eyes that never appeared when she was awake.

Whispering in a low voice: "Mo Jingyu, I like you very much, I like you very much."

I like it so much that I can no longer use you as my medicine.

——If time could be turned back, I don’t want to learn what liking is at all.

— 12 years ago, I should have died.

Now, she just wants to be selfish, let Mo Jingyu remember Ji Ling who is innocent and carefree in the sun, instead of nesting in a dark corner, with thorns all over her body, dripping with blood, poor her.

The next day.

With a honeyed smile on his lips, Mo Jingyu turned over and habitually went to grab the person next to him.

Arms poked a few times, empty.

Mo Jingyu lazily opened his eyes, his face was full of happiness that he was full of food and drink.

She lowered her head to look at her slender hands, they were really pretty tight.

Mo Jingyu got out of bed and went to the bathroom to check, but there was no sign of Ji Ling.

The pretty brows frowned slightly, could it be that they were hiding from shame?

Mo Jingyu looked around the house again, but there was no one there.

The piglet that was originally placed on the bed was also missing one.

Mo Jingyu returned to the bedroom, picked up the phone from the table, and pressed a note under it.

It read: "You have paid off all your debts to me, but don't forget my meaty taste."

The handwriting is beautiful, and the strokes are strong, but every stroke sticks to Mo Jingyu's heart.