Fall
The days seemed to be slowed down by an invisible hand, or perhaps within the barrier deliberately created by Song Zhiyuan, Lin Xueyin's life entered an unprecedented state of tranquility.
The work at the radio station was leisurely, almost comfortable. Every day, all he had to do was read out commune notices, newspaper editorials, or play a few revolutionary songs into the microphone at a fixed time.
Her voice was transmitted through the loudspeakers hung on the big trees at the entrance of each village. It was soft and clear, with a kind of refinement that was out of tune with this land, but it strangely soothed the fatigue after many people worked. Even the most picky old farmers said that listening to Teacher Lin read the script made them feel less tired while working.
She no longer had to worry about sudden difficulties, no longer had to face the fear of heavy farm work, and no longer had to pay attention to those overt or covert scrutiny.
Song Zhiyuan was like a silent and reliable mountain, isolating her from all the storms of the outside world. The resentful glances Zhao Xiaofeng occasionally cast at her could only be reluctantly withdrawn after meeting Song Zhiyuan's cold gaze, no longer stirring up any waves.
At first it was just passive acceptance.
When he waited outside the dormitory in the early morning and took the things from her hand very naturally, she no longer retracted her hand like a frightened rabbit, but lowered her head slightly, acquiescing to the brief touch of his fingertips.
When he sent her to the radio station and leaned against the door frame, staring at her with that deep gaze, although her heart would still beat faster and she would mispronounce words, she could barely maintain her composure on the surface. Occasionally, when his gaze was particularly scorching, she would secretly raise her eyelashes, glance at him quickly, and then quickly look away before he could catch her eye, her cheeks flushed.
When the two of them walked side by side on the road and he put his arm around her shoulders, the initial stiffness in her body lasted shorter and shorter. Sometimes, when she felt the strength of his arm, she would subconsciously move a little closer to his side, absorbing the reassuring warmth and strength.
These subtle changes in her naturally did not escape Song Zhiyuan's sharp eyes. When he saw them, a hint of very faint, almost joyful satisfaction would pass through his stern eyebrows.
His "teaching" began to escalate, moving from simple proximity to a more suggestive and guiding intimacy.
One afternoon, Lin Xueyin was alone in the radio station, sorting through manuscripts. Sunlight filtered through the wooden lattice windows, casting dappled shadows on the concrete floor. Song Zhiyuan pushed the door open, holding a clean, bright red tomato.
"Try it, it's grown in the back mountain and is very sweet." He walked over to her and handed her the tomatoes.
Lin Xueyin took it, took a small bite, and the sweet juice overflowed in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
Song Zhiyuan did not leave, but pulled a chair over and sat next to her, his eyes falling on the corner of her lips which was stained with a little tomato juice.
"It's here." His voice was low and a little hoarse.
Lin Xueyin subconsciously stuck out her tongue and wanted to lick it off.
Lin Xueyin's heart suddenly jumped up, and her grip on the tomato tightened slightly. He was so close that she could count his drooping eyelashes and feel his warm breath on her skin.
Instead of using his hands, he slowly lowered his head and used his lips to rub the corner of her lips very lightly and quickly, licking off the bright red juice.
The touch was warm and moist, carrying an indescribable intimacy and sensuality. Like an electric current running through her spine, Lin Xueyin shuddered, nearly dropping the tomato in her hand. Her cheeks flushed instantly, even her ears and neck were tinged with crimson.
Song Zhiyuan stood up, looking at her panicked expression, her eyes moving around, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. He reached out and gently rubbed the place where his lips had just touched her, his eyes dark as night.
"Very sweet." He said meaningfully, his voice very hoarse.
Lin Xueyin felt as if the small piece of skin he rubbed was on fire, and her heartbeat was so fast that it almost burst through her chest. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dodge, but her body was too weak to move.
Sometimes he would come in to help her clean up after she finished broadcasting, approaching from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, holding her in his arms with a gesture of complete possession.
His palm would slowly rub her flat belly through the thin clothes, with an unquestionable kiss. Lin Xueyin would be stiff as a piece of wood at first, but as he continued
Under his patient touch, the body will slowly relax, and in the end, you will even lean back involuntarily into his solid and warm arms, making a subtle and contented sigh like a kitten.
She could feel the changes in his body. The hardness and heat against her lower back made her tremble with fear, but she also felt a faint and shameful throbbing of desire.
Song Zhiyuan was a very patient hunter and a skilled guide. He was not in a hurry to get the final result, but enjoyed the process of gradually breaking down her defenses and guiding her to indulge.
He watched her go from panicked resistance to shy obedience under his touch, and now to the occasional unconscious expression of dependence and compliance.
For example, when he approached, she no longer always stepped back subconsciously. Sometimes she would even slightly raise her face, as if expecting his kiss.
For example, when he hugged her, her slender arms would quietly and tentatively wrap around his waist.
Once, he deliberately pointed out the non-existent cookie crumbs on her lips. She didn't dodge, but closed her eyes and pouted her lips slightly. Her docile look, ready to be picked, almost made him lose control on the spot.
His little canary, under his careful feeding and training, was losing its initial fear and becoming more and more docile, becoming more and more accustomed to his breath, his touch, and his control.
That night, the moonlight was beautiful. Song Zhiyuan didn't send Lin Xue directly back to the educated youth unit, but instead took her to the river. The night breeze was damp and slightly chilly. He took off his coat and draped it over her. The coat still lingered with his body heat and scent, enveloping Lin Xueyin tightly.
The two sat side by side on the grass by the river, listening to the sound of water. The atmosphere was quiet and ambiguous.
Song Zhiyuan turned his head, looked at her soft profile in the moonlight, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked her cheek. His fingertips, with the warmth of a human, slowly slid towards her slender and fragile neck, lingering on the slightly beating pulse.
Lin Xueyin's heartbeat danced with his fingertips. She turned her head and met his deep, pool-like eyes. Undisguised desire swirled in them, like an invisible net, tightly entangling her.
He didn't say anything, but used his eyes to describe her eyebrows, her nose, and finally, fixed on her slightly opened lips that were shining with water.
His thumb gently stroked her lower lip with a gentle pressure.
Lin Xueyin's breath hitched as she watched him slowly lower his head. This time, it wasn't his forehead or the corners of his lips.
His goal is clear and direct.
Warm lips with the fresh scent of tobacco finally covered hers.
At first, it was just a gentle touch, with a hint of tentativeness. Lin Xueyin's mind went blank, and she felt a current running through her body from her lips, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
Feeling her trembling, Song Zhiyuan paused for a moment, then the kiss intensified, becoming deep and lingering. He held her lips, sucking gently, then used the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth that were tightly closed due to nervousness, and drove straight in.
"Hmm..." Lin Xueyin let out a slight whimper, and subconsciously pressed her hand against his chest, trying to push him away, but the force was so weak that it was like she was trying to resist but also to welcome him.
His kiss was powerful and skillful, entangling the tip of her tongue and plundering every inch of air in her mouth, with an irresistible possessiveness.
His breath was overwhelming, completely drowning her. Lin Xueyin felt weak all over and her consciousness was blurred. The hand against his chest gradually lost its strength, and finally, with powerless hands, she grabbed the front of his shirt.
She endured this deep entanglement awkwardly and passively. Under his strong guidance, she relaxed a little bit and even began to speak and responded timidly.
Her slight response was like a spark that ignited dry wood. Song Zhiyuan let out a suppressed growl from his throat, and his arms suddenly tightened, holding her even tighter in his arms. He kissed her more deeply and more eagerly, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up.
Moonlight flowed quietly over the two people embracing, the sound of the river drowning out the ambiguous clashing of lips and teeth and the increasingly rapid breathing.
Here on the river bank, far away from the hustle and bustle, under Song Zhiyuan's airtight control and patient guidance, Lin Xueyin, the delicate bird that once escaped from the trial area, finally folded her wings completely and perched docilely in the hunter's arms, having shy and deep intimate contact with him.
He had personally drawn the curtain of foreplay, and she was already lost in it, unable to extricate herself. She was no longer able to think about where the future would lead, and could only follow his lead, sinking step by step into this night of surging passion.
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