Shy smile and timid frown, I indulge in a dream several times
Evening makeup is lightly applied, hair tied in a loose knot, and I lean to one side, exhausted. Looking forward to the evening's journey, worry wells up in the misty waters, tears welling up in my eyes. Thinking of you, my soul is already broken. Mandarin duck pillows, a red silk quilt, I secretly untie the scented silk, wondering who is intoxicated by the romantic atmosphere. Her voice is soft, her smile is shy, her frown is coquettish, but after a dream, spring has already faded.
This erotic verse, titled "He Chuan," describes a young woman longing for her lover's return, her longing turning into a dream. The first time Xue Jiuyue read it, the delicate portrayal of his expression had made her too embarrassed to read it carefully. But now, motionless, she stared at the ceiling, silently reciting this verse, which didn't quite fit the situation, perhaps because last night, as the verse suggests, had been a dream too.
I vaguely remember yesterday, as I learned so much news, a whirlwind of emotions, both hot and cold, collided, creating a violent storm. Dark clouds gathered, lightning and thunder roared, and a torrential downpour began. In an instant, the lake within my heart was overflowing, and the constant ingestion of alcohol was like a relentless gale, whipping up waves that crashed against the shore, seeking a way out.
At this time, a huge and familiar figure faced the sky, blocking all the wind and rain, leaving only a glowing back that gradually moved away and turned into a bright jade moon hanging high in the night sky.
For a moment, the clouds cleared, the rain subsided, the wind calmed, and every drop of water in the lake was caressed by the moonlight, creating an endless lingering feeling. A nightingale sang, a cat called, and the air was peaceful and tranquil.
"He's here to protect me..." This thought brought Xue Jiuyue into a safe embrace, and with the last bit of clarity, she whispered, "Take me away."
Xue Jiuyue was lying on the bed, held like a princess. The man bent down, gently lifting her head, trying to free his other arm from the pillow. Fearing any discomfort, he bent very low, his hair brushing against her nose, eyelids, and cheeks, his ears seemingly right next to her lips.
A huge stone fell onto the peaceful water, sending ripples across the surface and reigniting a different kind of fire in the blood already burned by alcohol. Xue Jiuyue's strength and courage were only enough to utter two tinkling sounds like wind chimes: "You want me."
There was a moment of empty silence, and the fiery lips that came over trembled and lightly touched her expectation, then left. Seeing no refusal, he returned and passionately took Xue Jiuyue's lower lip in his mouth, savoring this delicacy. When he was satisfied, he slowly explored inside, bringing up a raw clove petal, and entwined it with passion.
Interwoven warmth builds a bridge between hearts. You can read my mind, and I can see through yours; it's like milk embracing chocolate, melting into one, becoming indistinguishable; like two giant fish in a lake, chasing, tumbling, and playing, stirring up splashes of water that spill out in all directions. Just as the unfamiliar lilac, amidst the novelty of its engagement, gradually becomes familiar, ready to dance gracefully, all returns to silence.
What awaited him was a gentle and trembling breath, like wiping the most exquisite and expensive work of art, blowing away the layers of ashes on Xue Jiuyue's body, leaving only his hands and arms still instinctively holding on to the last bottom line.
Xue Jiuyue remained focused on the spring scene within her heart. Her increasingly heavy breathing stirred up turbulent waves on the lake, crashing against the banks. The unbearable pressure caused the water to seep through a dam built of huge rocks, dripping down and forming a clear stream.
The stream meandered toward the sea, stirring up a moist, soft, and intoxicating sea breeze. It first brushed against the auricle, hooked into the ear canal, and wrapped around the earlobe, instantly exploding all the pores in Xue Jiuyue's body. Her nerves burst forth, feeling the fragrance of every breeze dripping down her delicate, sensitive tips.
A gentle sea breeze blew across my neck and shoulders, then played under my armpits. The waves surged, crashing against the embankment, unable to bear the weight. Finally, the champagne cork popped, and a waterfall cascaded down.
The sea breeze was unpredictable and erratic, never lingering in one spot for long. It also evaded any shy, guarded areas, slowly navigating the edges of Xue Jiuyue's defenses. Repeatedly tapping at the bottom line, it struck a bewitching dance against her heart. Just as she was about to dance, it vanished; a moment's hesitation, it invited her again. Before she could respond, it changed its tune, tantalizing her nerves until even her toes melted under the warmth of the sea breeze. Several more waterfalls cascaded down.
The soldiers, their wills broken, retreated step by step, desperately trying to protect Xue Jiuyue's already closed eyes. The gentle pursuit of victory coiled around the hills. A tangible joy condensed into a giant drop of pine resin, tightly enveloping Xue Jiuyue, leaving her unable to move. Then the sea breeze swirled through the valley, and the shaky dam collapsed in an instant. Rocks flew, and the torrential flood instantly swept away all consciousness and the heavy body. Happiness, like a soft and compliant velvet blanket, truly supported the weightless soul, allowing it to wander in the clouds with unprecedented freedom.
She wanted to cry, laugh, scream hysterically. She didn't know how long it took before all these feelings returned to her body, converging into an unbearable shame. Xue Jiuyue turned over and buried her head in the pillow. Her movements were perfectly coordinated with a pair of soft, boneless hands that began to massage her to relax her. Shoulders, upper arms, forearms, palms, fingers, back, waist... every inch was carefully treated. Blood vessels and nerves, like veins under a leaf, greedily sucked in the morning dew. A slight increase in pressure dispelled every trace of haze in her body, spreading the tension and excitement that had burst through the dam. Before she knew it, a pool of clear water was once again shimmering in the rich spring light.
Soon, a gentle breeze and drizzle rose from the water, a warm and intoxicating warmth. It replaced hands, lingering at the back of the neck, then trailed down, unzipping along the spine. Skin, like a superfluous piece of clothing, was discarded, a bone-deep numbness reaching all the way to the soul.
Xue Jiuyue chuckled, the sound leaking through the cracks in her pillow inadvertently amplifying the wind, making it even more unstoppable, sweeping through the mountains and valleys, ravines and gullies without a trace. Her naked soul fell into the eye of the storm, being sharpened and polished by the hurricane's relentless cycle. She needed no further transmission, all her feelings concentrated within it, discarding everything else, letting the wind blow, letting the lake fill and empty, empty and fill again...
Xue Jiuyue escaped gravity, soaring into the sky. She even escaped time, lost in the immersion of time, oblivious to the present moment. Only when a pair of arms embraced her from behind, pressing her delicate body into a fiery heat, did she return to the human world, like a greedy child trying a new taste.
It wasn't heavy, as my powerful arms bore the weight, but the ever-present pressure brought my heart, which had been suspended for thirty years, to a peaceful and steady rest. No longer were the burdens of honor, dignity, and face, no longer the weariness of effort, struggle, and endeavor. Only an incomparable sense of security and stability was pressed into every cell.
"Bang bang bang" sounded like knocking on the door or heartbeat, calling Xue Jiuyue, and a very considerate whisper rang in her ears.
"May I?"
"Hmm!" After a moan, two suppressed gasps from the throat froze the whole world, leaving only a single white gardenia quietly blooming.
As the petals unfolded, vibrant energy and a myriad of colors expanded outward from this center. The peach blossoms along the lakeside, nourished by the blossoms, blossomed in profusion. A bee buzzed among the stamens, joyfully gathering nectar. A slight pang made Xue Jiuyue frown, but it wasn't painful. It was like a rich, smooth latte with a hint of bitterness, a unique flavor. The coffee quickly ran out amidst the joyful sip, leaving only pure sweetness, cascading in the heart, creating a myriad of melodies that intoxicated, enchanted, and even suffocated.
Xue Jiuyue tried to turn over, hoping to calm down. However, the opposite happened. An even more vibrant performance lit up the stage. The rhythmic drum beats and gentle piano music flowed smoothly across her heartstrings. Only then did Xue Jiuyue realize that beauty could reach a higher realm.
The rhythmic melody elicits a relentless surge of pleasure, like a swing, rising higher and higher. The graceful notes melt away the shattered defenses of the heart, releasing the deepest depths of the voice, which burst forth without restraint. The exhilaration of complete release makes the lake water pour forth with the notes, its impact like the shock of "Symphony of Life," its persistence like the lingering lingering of "High Mountains and Flowing Water"...
The rolling torrent washed away the soul, and the blanket of happiness was now folded into a pillow and held in the arms, confirming the existence of breathing with unprecedented fullness and warmth pressed against the chest.
But the music didn't stop. The performance, receiving a response, was like an actor encouraged by applause, working even harder. The rhythmic drum beats stirred the heart, the plucking and twisting of the piano played a rhythmic rhythm, mingling with the spring breeze that painted the spring landscape with abandon, gathering together the three souls and seven spirits that had dissipated into the heavens.
Xue Jiuyue's heart no longer held a lake. A flood surged, raging, covering the mountains and plains like a vast ocean, surging as far as the eye could see. No longer restrained or patient, all feelings were freely expressed.
Xue Jiuyue finally opened her eyes, wanting to see if her man was as lost in this thick, sticky pleasure as she was. But the intoxicated gaze and ambiguous lighting didn't allow for a clear view. She could only see her lover in the shadows, his narrow eyes narrowed in enjoyment, then suddenly widened with excitement. His large eyes shone like stars rising into the night sky, but soon the stars were covered by gray clouds again. The beating grew more intense, the playing more rapid, the wind picked up more and more, making the clouds thicker and larger, covering his entire face and disappearing, as if the nightmare had come all over again. But upon closer inspection, the fierceness was always just the beginning; the tenderness beneath the details was truly reassuring. Like a domesticated puppy, shaking its head, biting its owner's finger with all its might, leaving only a tingling bite mark.
The warmth within Xue Jiuyue's heart intensified the floodwaters that had already overflowed the world, yet with nowhere to go, they could only violently crash against the ends of the world, hammering down on his heart like a drumstick. Feeling the same pain, the other party also fought with all their might, the drumbeats rising higher and higher, the zither notes drowning out the last, the storms growing stronger and stronger...
Finally, a thunderclap ripped through the clouds, piercing the heavens. The wind died, the strings snapped, the drums burst, and I could feel the throbbing and throbbing of life... My heart, pierced by the final high note. A black hole swallowed everything, and all was silent, annihilated! A blanket of happiness now covered me, warm, thick, and satisfying...
Last night's dream of spring finally ended. But was it truly gone without a trace? Whether it was the faint, even breathing in my ears or the vague, lingering sensations in my body, they all seemed to be telling the truth.
Still drunk? Hallucination? Dream? Although the answer would be there if she turned around, Xue Jiuyue stared at the ceiling motionlessly, not daring to move her eyes. She didn't know what kind of face she would face if she turned sideways, and what kind of future would begin. So she began to pray, hoping that it would be him who brought her this beauty that soothed everything. But she couldn't imagine what kind of abyss would be if it weren't for him. So she hoped that all this was just a dream - a dream, spring has faded! Is it really a dream? She couldn't be sure, but what she was sure of was that the beginning of all this was indeed a dream.
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