“It’s hot… so hot…”
Fusu tore open his half-exposed clothes, revealing his snow-white chest. Due to the large amplitude of his movements, the snow-white chest revealed a slight red from being masturbated.
Watching this scene, Li Rongrong covered her eyes with her fingers.
A bad guess flashed through Li Rongrong's mind.
Could this be some necessary existence in some novel?
"So sweet, so fragrant... Immortal, Fusu seems to see you." Fusu said, staggering back a few steps.
Through the moonlight shining in through the window, Li Rongrong could see clearly that Fusu was wearing a cloud brocade gown and walking alone under the bright moonlight. His figure looked particularly slender in the moonlight, and his sleeves swayed gently in the wind.
Fusu walked towards the mirror, his steps became lighter and slightly staggering, but still retaining his elegance.
Under the moonlight, his face looked even more gaunt and handsome, his eyes sparkled like stars, and there was a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Given by the immortal, it's delicious."
...
...
Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the candle on the table swayed gently, until the candlelight stabilized.
Fusu was already standing in front of the mirror. Li Rongrong moved closer and could see clearly that he was holding a piece of chocolate in his hand. There were a few chocolate wrappers scattered on the table beside him.
"no?"
"I thought you had drunk a lot of alcohol to become like this, but I didn't expect that it was just a few chocolates with liquor fillings that caused this!"
"Do you really have to be so outrageous? What can I do with the amount of alcohol I poured in one gulp?"
"Boys have to protect themselves too!"
While complaining, Li Rongrong reached out and pressed her pounding heart.
Apparently in the mirror, Fusu didn't know he was drunk and was still talking.
He walked to the bed with unsteady steps, fumbled for a long time and took out a wooden box.
Then he took one step forward and two steps back to the mirror.
Li Rongrong was afraid that he would suddenly fall to the ground.
Just when she was worried, she heard a muffled groan and Fusu suddenly knelt in front of the mirror.
He put his beautiful face close to the mirror, and said in a hoarse and low voice, full of grievance: "Immortal... Fusu misses you so much. You have ignored me for fifteen days."
The moonlight is as bright as a silver thread and the night is gentle.
Li Rongrong looked at her girlfriend's perspective in the mirror and was speechless for a moment.
My heart beat faster.
"Fusu knows that the immortal is avoiding me, it doesn't matter..."
"You know what I was thinking when the arrow shot through me?"
Fusu said this and took out a white sachet from the wooden box.
"I was thinking that maybe I could see you after I died. But I was unwilling to do that. I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me."
"I never knew what it was like to be moved until I met you."
As he spoke, he suddenly started coughing violently, "Cough cough cough..."
Li Rongrong suddenly saw that the arrow wounds on his waist and abdomen had already begun to bleed.
Is that how the blood on his fingertips came about?
She opened her red lips and wanted to say something, but then she remembered that the person on the other end couldn't hear her at all.
After Fusu finished coughing, he suddenly sat up straight and stared at the mirror. His gaze was so burning that it seemed to travel through thousands of years.
Li Rongrong was attracted by the heat in his eyes, and their gazes intertwined through the mirror, full of affection and warmth.
Fusu just stared at the mirror, his thin lips slightly parted, and his inner thoughts came out like pouring beans: "In the xx year of the First Emperor, at the hour of Xu. Immortal, I am honored to have the general praise Fusu today..."
"In the xxth year of the First Emperor, at noon. The pickled fish sent by the immortal was delicious. Fusu had never seen anything so delicious before."
"In the xx year of the First Emperor, at the hour of Chen. Thank you, Immortal, for sending chocolate to Fusu again, something no one else has."
"In the xx year of the First Emperor, at the hour of Hai, the immortal gave Fusu a scented bag..."
Fusu Guang said that was not enough, and began to take out the neatly collected papers in the box.
He lowered his voice and kept reading the chat records between the two...
Listening to every little thing that happened during these days, Li Rongrong stood there in a daze.
Until you hear the sounds of "click" and "click".
It's tears.
Fusu cried.
His eyes were blurry and tears flowed down his red eyes onto the mirror.
"Sage, please don't ignore me, okay?"
"Fusu has been unable to sleep these days and doesn't know how to get through this."
"pain……"
Fusu pulled his clothes open further, pointed at his heart and said, "It hurts here!"
Under the bright moonlight, the gentleman who used to be calm and composed suddenly burst into tears and confessed his love.
Li Rongrong suddenly thought of a line of poetry by Natsume Soseki.
The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.
She spoke subconsciously, as if bewitched, with a hint of barely perceptible shyness: "Fusu, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, is it the same over there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew past quietly, causing Fusu's sleeves to flutter gently.
Fusu suddenly raised his head, looked at the mirror, and a stunning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
That smile was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, like a flower blooming in spring, without the slightest affectation or exaggeration, but full of sincerity and purity.
His eyes sparkled with fondness and joy, and the corners of his mouth curved just right as he smiled and said, "Immortal, the moonlight is not as bright as you."
Li Rongrong's cheeks turned slightly red.
It took a moment for me to react.
Did Fusu hear her talking?
"Did you... hear my voice?" she asked cautiously.
Fusu on the other side of the mirror did not respond, but said to himself: "Will the immortal never forgive me... I made the hibiscus hairpin by myself for my wife..."
"The immortal has accepted it, hehe..." Fusu said, and smiled foolishly a few times. He looked honest and simple, without any sign of a banished immortal.
Li Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was overthinking it.
But Fusu probably doesn't know what that sentence means.
Before she had time to think about it, she heard a muffled groan and Fusu was already lying on the table, completely drunk.
There was no movement over there for a long time, and the light and shadow on the mirror gradually faded.
Where she couldn't see, Fusu curled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened and closed again, without any sign of drunkenness in his eyes.
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Li Rongrong felt like she was about to play dead.
He suddenly fell to the ground.
She took out the hibiscus hairpin from her bosom.
The fan-shaped jade ornament has been loaned to the museum for exhibition, and this is all she has now.
It was very quiet around her, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.
I have been trying not to think about Fusu these days, but his figure seems to have finally appeared in my mind.
When I first met him, he was standing on the Great Wall, his clothes were half exposed, and he looked self-denying...
Li Rongrong has always been a rational person.
I don’t know when my heart was moved.
It might be when Fusu was polite and gentle as jade at the beginning.
Maybe it was because he was very responsible, and was wholeheartedly working for the people of Qin, doing everything himself and toiling day and night.
More likely it was a night of talking with him all night long...
When she heard that Fusu was injured, she was really panicked.
But she is a coward and doesn't dare to face this "online love" that might end in vain.
If it is destined to fail after thousands of years, is it worth it to put so much effort into accepting it?
Li Rongrong rubbed her head, the past flashing back before her eyes.
"Fusu, I think I've fallen in love with you too."
"But...can we really be together?"
Just as she hesitated, the image of Fusu crying flashed through her mind.
Those tears seemed to fall into her heart, hot and burning.
Li Rongrong looked at the hibiscus flower hairpin in her hand and finally made up her mind.
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