Chapter 393
One time, Wang Jiazhi suddenly had an idea: Will he like me?
Even at that time, as soon as the idea came to her mind, she felt it was ridiculous and unrealistic.
"He just treats me as his pet. How could he really care about me? He plays with women on a whim and will abandon them once the novelty wears off."
Thinking of this, he leaned over and started kissing her randomly.
His lips were already wet and soft, having been dry just now. A little kiss would do the trick. As they kissed, she thought, He couldn't possibly really love me. He'd been so extravagant, with so many lovers. Mrs. Ma was prettier than me, and now he'd gotten tired of playing with her and ignored her. One day, he'd do the same to me. She was already breathless, and when they separated, panting, he caressed her skin, kissing and nuzzling her in his arms, his heavy breath splattering on her face.
So do you like him?
The thought frightened her again.
Thinking of this, she slid her fingers into his hair, greasy and sweaty, and pressed his head down, kissing and biting it. After a while, she realized that she didn't like him at all. She just wanted to kill him. Everything now was about work. She bit his ear a few times, cupped his face with both hands, and stared into his affectionate eyes through a drunken daze. She moaned and pressed her lips against his again.
Every moment counts, every heart counts.
A night-blooming cereus and a cloud,
A snowflake is a dream,
Hold them one by one in the palm of your hand.
A speck of dust is a bodhi,
A shooting star and you,
Hold it wholeheartedly in the palm of your hand.
Maybe it was because he was so handsome, so elegant, so smart, and so talented, and I got along so well with him, and I felt like I was in love with him. It was a perfect match for my strict mate selection standards, and even this was something I loved, that I had these wild thoughts. But how could I possibly like him? I was no longer clean, and I had no right to be in love in this lifetime. He let out that restrained, kitten-like growl, and it was really intoxicating.
He fell into her arms at this moment, and she embraced him, turned over, and moved herself on top. While she was licking the cricket pupa, she whimpered and pressed herself against him, kissing and biting him.
He was dripping with sweat, so warm and moist, with a faint smell of tobacco mixed in with the sweat. I loved this smell...
How could he bear her being like this, or even more like that? A sea of fireworks exploded in her mind, and she instantly forgot everything, becoming detached from the world.
"Ah...husband..." She was completely out of control.
It was the first time someone had called him that. He had always thought that name was too corny since he was young. He had never expected to be so happy to hear her call him that.
When they gradually recovered, he smiled and asked, "What did you call me just now?"
She blushed to her ears, lying with her back to him, a look of shyness and embarrassment. She said nothing, pulling the quilt up to cover herself completely. He crawled under it, but the quilt swallowed up everything they said, so he couldn't hear what they said. Anyway, the quilt showed the outlines of two people playing together.
But I hugged you tighter and tighter,
But the more I love, the more greedy I become.
I have to love until my heart is pierced by thousands of arrows before I give up.
The left hand grasps the hollow,
The right hand holds the infatuation,
Ten fingers clasped together, holding a Heart Sutra.
Unforgettable painstaking efforts,
Can you be unwilling?
Can you not accept your fate?
If I could, I'd trade it to you.
He inserted his fingers into her thick, wet, curly hair and stroked it while he kissed her on the lips.
She was even more excited today, and now she was really tired. She wouldn't wake up even if he kissed her like this, but would just whimper and fall asleep. The little white cat no longer held her paws to her chest, but spread her palms and hugged him and fell asleep. It seemed that she felt very safe around him.
There are some things that you may think are impossible at first, but in fact, a mountain has already accumulated in your heart without you realizing it. When you ignite this idea, you have already begun to awaken and reveal a corner.
Excerpted from the lyrics of the song "Palm".
The first time I heard this song, I thought of Zhang Ailing's "Flowers Bloom in the Dust" and Hu Lancheng's "Zen is a Flower." Zhang Ailing cursed and hated Hu Lancheng her entire life, yet she couldn't let go. Nearly half of her book, "A Little Reunion," is devoted to Hu Lancheng. She cursed him halfway, then couldn't help but love him. She cursed him on one page, then thought about how happy it would be to have children with him and live in a cabin in the woods. She had long seen through the term "scoundrel," yet she continued to curse, hate, and complain endlessly, yet never once, in her death, wrote a single word of regret or regret. Truly, you can only love once in your life.
I saw that in the cafe converted from Zhang Ailing's former residence, the name of a coffee on the menu was unexpectedly "Hu Lancheng." I felt strangely happy for her, as if it were like what she wrote in her novels: even after love is completely disillusioned, there is still something left.
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