Chapter 384
Wang Jiazhi closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like moth antennae, casting a feathery shadow on her cheek. She moved slowly, a blush on her face, and a low, drooping moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again to look at him.
This feeling is really... intoxicating.
Now I not only feel that ecstasy, but also a full sense of security.
Three inches of moonlight surround the windowsill,
As you splash into my dreamland,
Blame it on you for being too stunning at the time,
Across the river from your center,
The ground is covered with autumn frost.
He was now docile in her arms, his hair, tangled with sweat and oil, clinging to her body. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he struggled to suppress a low moan and a gasp, tickling her body. His arms held her tightly, and she reached out to hold his head. Every now and then, he'd bite her, and she'd rest her head on his shoulder, feeling so comfortable and loving it.
This is my first time playing like this, it’s really great.
Three inches of moonlight surround the windowsill,
You become my wall,
Make me obsessed with waiting for you to look back,
In my heart filled with desolation,
Wear red makeup for you.
She closed her eyes again and heard the sound of gurgling rain. It was raining.
"You like the sound of rain, don't you? It makes me even more excited."
"Hate it~" He watched her face turn red all the way to her ears.
"It was just like that last time. The louder the rain, the more..."
She whimpered, held his head, and kissed him on the lips. She was now very good at kissing him.
The last time he was talking about was that first time. She didn't understand why he had been so brutal that day. But she loved it, and the sound of the rain outside only made it worse. Although it had been a mess that day, she had only gotten worse, and he couldn't stop. He was constantly amazed that she wasn't afraid, but rather so... excited.
In a daze, she thought, still in this room, still on this bed, but now it is completely different from the first time.
She fell limply into his arms, breathing rapidly. He took one of her little paws and placed it on his chest, kneading it. He loved it.
He thought that sending her here was not without reason; this little white cat was truly adorable, and he pressed his lips against hers. Her soft legs rested on him, gently rubbing against his furry trousers.
During the day, he usually had things to do, so he would leave first, leaving her to sleep soundly. When they met at night, they would leave together because he had noticed that she would sleep till who knows when when she snuggled into his arms, and he was always worried if she slept there till the next day.
She knew they had to go together at night, and subconsciously, she wouldn't sleep for long before waking up. But when she woke up, she was still groggy and buried her head in his arms, nuzzling in. Ever since she first started acting like a spoiled brat, she'd been unstoppable.
It was like a kitten kissing a cricket pupa in my arms, and then they put their lips together and started kissing. The more they kissed, the more something felt wrong, so I quickly separated. If this continued, I would have to do it again.
The two of them went back hand in hand in the car.
At that moment, she suddenly thought, "If only she hadn't been ruined, she could have enjoyed everything in a clean, pure way." She immediately dispelled the thought. But some thoughts, once they sprout, are like bamboo after rain, endless to dig up and cut, and will begin to torment her for the rest of her life.
Wang Jiazhi was standing in a large bookstore with an open oil painting book in front of her. The page that was opened showed two people with blurred faces. The woman was sitting on the man's lap, hugging each other tightly.
She turned to this page and recalled something that happened long ago.
That was the fourth or fifth time, the first time he did that. At that time, he was still trying various things with her... or teaching her...
She wondered if that was what it was like when a girl became a wife. Most young men from wealthy families were already seasoned in the love world before they even married. Whether they liked it or not, they were always curious about their wives' bodies after they got married, so they were aware of all the things they did. Only when the novelty wore off did they abandon them.
She still thinks the same way today. It's just that when it comes to emotional matters, she uses different brains to think about herself and others. In front of her is the state of Mrs. Liao's two daughters after their wedding, which is nowhere near the state of her slightly drunken appearance peeling lychees.
She stared at the painting for a long time, lost in a distant memory, when she realized a man had come over to look for a book. Her face flushed with guilt, and she hurriedly closed the book and tucked it into her arms. At her feet was a large bag filled with toys and clothes for her daughter.
Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning and thunder outside, and the rain suddenly fell. Wang Jiazhi looked up and saw that the rain was flowing down in streams like silver lines in front of the large bare glass window.
Oh my god, it’s raining. Could it be that all this is caused by my own wild imagination?
From the street, people without umbrellas hurriedly ran past the bookstore's large French windows, while those with umbrellas walked leisurely, holding up their colorful ones. A few early summer green sycamore leaves lay on the ground, and rain trickled down the windowpanes. The window, like a faceted crystal, reflected a girl in a pure white gauze dress, a lake green windbreaker, and long hair draped over her shoulders. If she were the only one with memories, someone from her past life would probably not recognize her now. She looked more and more like a little girl.
When she got home, she put the book she bought in the most secret drawer of her desk like a thief.
It started raining again at night. The sycamore tree outside the window cast mottled shadows in the house, and their quilts were also covered with the shadows of swaying leaves.
They both woke up in the middle of their sleep.
"Didn't we just finish it? You have such a big appetite today."
"Hate it~ I didn't."
The lyrics are taken from the song "Three-Inch Moonlight".
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