Chapter 251
Wang Jiazhi found a collection of short stories from the pile of old books. There was a color illustration every few pages, and she liked one of them very much.
Snowflakes drifted outside the window. A thick, azure quilt was folded into a cylindrical shape, and the two of them lay tucked inside. The man lay on the bed, his hair gently spread out. The girl threw herself into his arms, her long hair brushing across his chest. He looked at her with a doting expression. Both of them were naked, but it didn't feel lewd at all, but rather the beauty of love.
Wang Jiazhi liked this painting very much, so she tore it off and put it in her notebook.
She always played with him like this, popping her head out from under his chest when he wasn't paying attention.
The memory from long, long ago came back to me.
She caught a cold that day, and since they had already promised to treat her, she could still bear it and went to dinner with them as usual.
Even though it was her treat, they chose the venue. She was forced to drink a few glasses of wine, and her face felt hot.
He had asked her out that afternoon. He had initially thought she was just a little overwhelmed by a few drinks, which had caused her to feel a bit hot and flushed. After sitting in the cafe for half an hour, she stepped out into the fresh air and got into the car. She realized something was amiss. It wasn't just a slight fever from being tipsy; she was actually sick and had a fever.
I don't know if he noticed her blushing on the way, but he kept touching her legs and probably felt that she was a little hot.
That was still her "gambling period," when she was still full of courage. But that time, she felt incredibly hot and limp. Wang Jiazhi had always been like this since she was little. Whenever she got sick and had a fever, she would act like a drunk, and she loved to act coquettishly and silly with her mother. This time, being both sick and drunk, her coquettishness was even worse.
Many people's true nature is revealed after drinking. This time, she gave up the game with him, stretched out her two white and soft arms to hold him tightly, and offered herself to him like a delicacy, letting him enjoy it to his heart's content.
That time it wasn't that complicated, they just held each other tightly and did it uncontrollably over and over again.
That day, Wang Jiazhi had a fever and had drunk some wine. Her face was flushed, and her delicate, fair and tender body was tinged with pink. Her breath carried a faint aroma of wine, as if she were a peeled, crystal clear lychee with the aroma of wine.
Because of the fever and drunkenness, that body was even softer and warmer than before, like a white, tender, boneless little white cat. Without any foreplay, the moment he touched that body, his mind went wild, and he embraced her with all his heart...
Especially that day, she was so docile to death, with a pair of slightly drunk and blurry big eyes looking at him with affection, smiling at him all the time, and humming continuously... That bone-gnawing, soul-stirring, ecstatic, and dying feeling was simply life-threatening.
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