Chapter 399
He preferred her foreplay at that time, and he became more and more addicted to it. Sometimes he felt that he had no energy, but she did this and he could do it again.
The little guy was hugging his neck and kissing him all over, and his thick, furry curly hair was rubbing against his body.
After kissing his head several times, she raised her head, with her frizzy hair like a curly cat, and her pair of bright little cat eyes looked at him dreamily. After looking at him for a while, she lowered her head and started to move.
The sound he tried to suppress, like a kitten's growl, made her even more excited.
He also felt that she seemed to particularly like touching his legs. She would touch his body all over and stroke his legs in various ways.
It felt like a big, soft, boneless white cat was pressing on my body, rubbing, kissing, and petting me.
This time she was the first to run out of strength. Her body was covered with a layer of sweat, which reflected patches of silver light under the night light, as if her body was covered with silvery-white mother-of-pearl peony petals.
He twisted her waist vigorously with both hands, and she gradually gave way. Reaching the edge, she whimpered loudly and collapsed into his arms. Her peony-like hair suddenly spread out in his arms, like a large, full-blooming white peony, its long stem breaking off and tumbling down into the moonlight on a quiet autumn night. The petals splattered and gradually spread out in the moonlit lake light.
"I'm scared." She was shaking violently.
"What am I afraid of?"
Gradually, the two of them calmed down, and she nestled in his arms, sweating all over.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know." She stammered.
She didn't know why she was so scared.
Her fear was fleeting, then quickly dissipated. She'd been having these sudden feelings for a while now, and she didn't know why. It was especially frightening today.
He stroked her hair and body, and after her emotions dissipated, she quickly returned to normal, acting like a kitten again. Gradually, she curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
He thought about how she had never been like this before. Last time, there seemed to be some signs. She was shaking more than usual, but today it was more severe. How could she be afraid of an orgasm? She had never had this before.
Is she afraid of me? No, this little thing has been unruly and lawless since the beginning, and she's not afraid of me at all. That...it's because we've been together for a long time, she's no longer as ignorant and fearless as she was at the beginning, she knows how terrifying I am and can smell the blood on my body.
Looking down, she didn't clench her two little paws into fists to protect her chest like she did at the beginning when she slept in his arms. Now she had her fists unclenched, and fell asleep in his arms with a sense of security.
In her previous life, even Wang Jiazhi didn't know the reason. She was afraid. What else could she be afraid of? Living a life worse than death, she had long since lost all hope. If she wasn't afraid of death, what else could she be afraid of?
He was the first to fall in love with her, but she sensed it before him. He thought they had a long way to go, but she knew it was just a flash in the pan. She concentrated all the feelings that would have lasted for decades into those last few days.
In his previous life, he never understood why she was afraid. In this life, though he couldn't remember, he finally understood. They had only just been together, and the feelings were so strong that they frightened him. It turned out that strong emotions could lead to fear.
Xiao Shuang mentioned Xia Jingyun in her letter, saying Meihui had heard she was married. Xia Jingyun had never been in love, no matter how good a guy was, she wasn't interested. A year ago, she suddenly fell in love, and Meihui said they had to get married. Of course, choosing an auspicious date was essential for a big marriage. The wait to that chosen date was only 32 days, but Meihui said those 32 days felt like years to them. They were both exhausted, and after finally waiting for that day, they had both lost a lot of weight.
Meihui explained that they had to get married no matter what, fearing a breakup someday. If they didn't get married, they'd just be ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend after the breakup, seemingly an ordinary, meaningless relationship. But marriage was different. Even if things weren't going well, it wasn't a breakup, it was a divorce. They were each other's ex-wife and ex-husband, and sharing it carried immense weight. People who heard it felt like they were incredibly important people in each other's lives.
Xiao Shuang and Mei Hui couldn't understand why they would marry for a divorce. If they were worried about breaking up, they should keep dating for a while. Even if they did break up, they would have a better future without a history of marriage.
Wang Jiazhi could completely understand. She wrote back to Xiaoshuang, "That's because they love too deeply, to the extreme, and they are very scared."
Love taken to its extremes can be incredibly frightening, fearing the opposite, that love won't return the way it once was. That ultimate bliss in the clouds is accompanied by the constant fear of losing. Because love is so strong, we want to do everything we can to leave traces of that love. Even if we stop loving one day, there's still something left that can't be erased.
Wang Jiazhi looked back at the distant past, and she felt not only the fear of gains and losses, but also the feeling of weakness and exhaustion that made her unable to exert any strength.
Xiaoshuang's reply was particularly quick, as if the communication system knew that she was eager to give Wang Jiazhi feedback on her thoughts. The letter arrived two days earlier than usual.
Xiaoshuang's letter expressed her profound admiration for her, and Wang Jiazhi quickly felt a sense of reverie. Past events flashed before her eyes, as if they were a lifetime ago. She wondered if she would ever see them again in this lifetime. Not long after, Xiaoshuang sent another letter. It wasn't anything special, just a supplement to Meihui's feedback. This feedback went from Shanghai to the mainland, and then back to Shanghai.
Meihui sighed, saying that Wang Jiazhi was indeed gifted at writing romance novels; those of them who had freely fallen in love and even married couldn't see things as clearly as she did. Wang Jiazhi lamented that she, too, knew only by reading could she truly understand.
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