Pull down from the altar
The memory became vague and fragmented, and Zhou Jianxing was not quite sure how he moved from that slightly hard chair to the soft bed.
Wen Lingyi's kiss was dense and deep, robbing her of the air in her lungs and sweeping away all her ability to think. Her brain fell into a dizzy blank, leaving only instinctive responses. She was like a drowning person, almost suffocating.
When Wen Lingyi's slightly cool fingertips gently touched Zhou Jianxing's protruding collarbone, a thin cloud just happened to slide across the night sky outside the window.
The originally clear moonlight thus became even more hazy and ambiguous, like a pearl gently wrapped in a layer of delicate gauze, its luster spreading out and filling the entire room.
The cloud slowly drifted away, and the moonlight became clearer again. Wen Lingyi saw the flowing, clear moonlight like water winding its way across Zhou Jianxing's exposed skin, outlining smooth lines, like a slowly melting, quiet and vast Milky Way, sliding all the way down from the sunken neck to the heaving chest.
Wen Lingyi suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Jianxing's helpless, slightly trembling wrist, and held her hand, pressing the back of her hand tightly against the left side of her heart - where rapid and powerful beatings were coming from.
The beating rhythm subtly overlapped with the delicate overtones produced by the vibrations of the erhu strings when Zhou Jianxing played them just now, which was the resonance of the frequencies between hearts.
When the sheets were pressed and wrinkled, the rustling sound was very light, as light as the long and slightly trembling tail sound produced when the bow brushed against the strings that still had rosin powder on them, lingering in the air for a long time.
The fine rustling sound wanders silently in the quiet night, sometimes like a silk thread about to break, and sometimes like snow about to melt in a spring afternoon.
Every slight movement or shift creates new, subtle ripples, just like the tiny ripples on the water caused by the falling willow catkins.
Wen Lingyi listened to the unique rhythm produced by the friction between the fabrics, and couldn't help but think of the most lingering and emotional vibrato technique in the erhu piece Zhou Jianxing had just played.
She wants to speak but cannot, and is about to end but isn't, which touches the heartstrings.
Wen Lingyi bent down, and a strand of cool and smooth black curly hair fell down, dyed with a layer of cold silver by the moonlight coming through the window, and just happened to lie between Zhou Jianxing's slightly open lips.
She could clearly smell the slightly damp scent of sweat seeping from the skin on his neck, with a clean, lightly salty scent. This reminded her of the vast salt pans, where the once sharp, white salt grains would eventually melt and yield under the moist, warm sea breeze, transforming into a gentle, trickling stream.
His knee inadvertently pushed into Zhou Jianxing, and the movement knocked over the half-cup of cold boiled water on the bedside table.
Clear boiled water slid down the edge of the cabinet, and each drop reflected the shattered moonlight swaying outside the window as it fell. As it dripped onto the floor, it beat out a lingering rhythm more heart-pounding than any piece of music, and soon a small dark stain spread silently on the floor.
Their hair had become entangled with each other without them knowing when, the dark black and light brown tangled together, just like their intertwined breath and destinies.
The evening breeze blew open the gauze curtain again, creating a slightly wider gap. The brightest and most concentrated beam of moonlight just happened to move towards their ten fingers that were tightly clasped together, their knuckles turning white from the force.
At that moment, Wen Lingyi lowered her head and gently bit Zhou Jianxing's soft lower lip with her teeth. She didn't use any force, and it didn't cause any pain, only a gentle yet unignorable pressure like moonlight.
It was as if he wanted to completely seal all the unspoken thoughts and love words in this wet and long kiss.
Zhou Jianxing soon completely lost all his strength and became addicted to it.
After an unknown amount of time, the room finally quieted down, leaving only the clearly audible breathing of the two people, which had not yet completely calmed down, and the heartbeat in their chests, which gradually changed from violent beating to slow and steady.
The slight heat and sweat in the air were gradually dissipating.
Wen Lingyi supported herself with her arms and sat astride Zhou Jianxing. The moonlight enveloped her whole body without reservation, outlining a hazy and dreamy halo on the top of her head. Her exposed snow-white skin exuded a warm and delicate luster like the finest white jade under the clear moonlight.
Too beautiful to be real.
So beautiful. Zhou Jianxing's breathing gradually became steady. She lay on her side, staring at Wen Lingyi who was so close to her, her eyes almost devout.
This made her vaguely think of those compassionate statues that needed to be carefully enshrined and worshipped - they were gentle and amiable, compassionate to all living beings, and protected all believers. Any evil thoughts towards them seemed to be an unforgivable blasphemy.
However, looking at the body glowing in the moonlight in front of him, Zhou Jianxing still couldn't suppress the blasphemous, sinful and tempting thoughts that surged in his heart again.
When she was little, her parents would occasionally take her to a temple on the outskirts of the city to burn incense and worship Buddha during festivals. Zhou Shufen would always warn her seriously, "Just worship obediently. These are gods. You must be respectful in your heart. Don't let your imagination wander or blaspheme them."
In fact, Zhou Jianxing doesn't really believe these things deep down in her heart. She considers herself a firm materialist who has received modern education.
But perhaps influenced by her family environment, adhering to the principle of "it is better to believe it than not to believe it", she has always kept a distance from these weird, supernatural, religious and metaphysical things, and maintained a sense of distance.
She didn't know whether her moral bottom line in this regard was not high to begin with, or whether the atmosphere tonight was too bewitching, causing her sense of morality to decline at an unprecedented rate.
The direction of events had long been out of her control and was rushing towards an unknown and frightening direction.
In her imagination, she had devoutly constructed a flawless fantasy statue of Wen Lingyi, but at this moment, she developed an impulse so strong and terrifying that she wanted to smash the statue with her own hands and pull it down from the altar.
It seemed that in this way, she was no longer the only one who had fallen and sunk in this relationship, but an accomplice.
She wanted to blaspheme her God.
"Sister Wen..." Zhou Jianxing's voice was still hoarse and a little uncertain after the incident. Her hand seemed to have its own will, slowly moving upward along the smooth curve of Wen Lingyi's thigh. Her palm felt the delicate texture and temperature of her skin. "I think..."
Before Zhou Jianxing could finish her words, Wen Lingyi had already understood her unfulfilled intention from her flickering eyes and tentative movements.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a very faint, ambiguous smile. She then raised her right hand and gently placed her index finger on her rosy lips, making an elegant and silent "silence" gesture.
Then she held Zhou Jianxing's hesitant hand and guided it.
The pajamas were taken off, and the moonlight flowed on the moonlight.
Wen Lingyi grabbed Zhou Jianxing's right hand, and looked carefully at the hand with distinct joints, thin calluses but very warm in the hazy moonlight, and then gently placed it on her skin which was exposed to the cool air and covered with fine particles.
"Sit up against the bed," Wen Lingyi's voice was low and slightly hoarse as she guided Zhou Jianxing to adjust his posture. "Put one leg up."
Although he had no idea what Wen Lingyi was going to do, Zhou Jianxing still did as he was told. He supported his upper body with the strength of his waist and abdomen and bent his left leg.
"Tighten your thigh muscles," Wen Lingyi instructed softly, adjusting her position so she sat on Zhou Jianxing's tense right leg. She brushed the long hair that lay scattered across her chest back to reveal the delicate lines of her neck.
Both hands firmly pressed down Zhou Jianxing's left knee.
"Baby," Wen Lingyi lowered her head and placed a brief, gentle kiss on Zhou Jianxing's lips, which were slightly pursed due to nervousness. At the same time, her body also tensed slightly. "I'm going to start."
Moonlight continued to pour in from the gaps in the gauze curtains, like liquid mercury, flowing on Wen Lingyi's graceful body, coating it with a layer of swaying, shining silver edge.
Wen Lingyi's leaning posture resembled a crescent moon hanging upside down in the night sky, full of fragile yet powerful beauty. Her hair fell as she moved, gently brushing against the skin on Zhou Jianxing's chest and left knee, stirring up a series of subtle but uncontrollable shudders.
The skin on my legs was gradually being soaked in warmth and moisture. It was not the cold moonlight, but hotter than moonlight, carrying the heat of life.
Wen Lingyi's breathing became rapid, and waves of warm air blew on her neck, carrying a clean, fresh scent similar to that of soapberries. Each deep breath was like the tide rising quietly on a summer night, gently and firmly drowning her remaining sanity inch by inch.
"Tighten." Wen Lingyi held her sensitive earlobe in her mouth and whispered in her ear, her free fingertips drawing shapeless circles on her heart, which rose and fell with her breathing. Zhou Jianxing obeyed and tried to maintain her posture.
She looked at the spots of light that kept shaking and jumping on Wen Lingyi's smooth back, and suddenly remembered the fireflies she chased and caught in the grass at night during her childhood summer vacation at her grandparents' old house in the countryside.
The flickering lights like tiny lanterns seemed to have all fallen into her veins, burning quietly and violently.
When the warm water flowed over the skin that was tense due to exertion, Wen Lingyi paused, panting slightly, and finally lowered her head and placed a soothing kiss on the inside of the knee of the person under her, who was trembling slightly due to nervousness.
At this moment, the moonlight completely covered their closely overlapping figures, freezing the scene.
After a brief rest, Wen Lingyi seemed to have exhausted all her strength, collapsing backwards onto the soft bed. Her long black hair spread like seaweed across the plain sheets, making her skin appear even more dazzlingly pale, like a water-soaked ink painting lazily flowing, with a decadent beauty.
The night wind blew in from somewhere, trying to fix the moisture into a gradually drying water mark. The skin was still sensitive and slightly open, waiting for something.
At this moment, the pious mortal knelt on the ground again and crawled towards her. Wen Lingyi subconsciously clenched the bed sheet under her hands, and the delicate fabric sank deep into her fingers.
In a trance, her body melted little by little, turning into a pool of clear mountain spring water illuminated by the moonlight, and Zhou Jianxing was the skinny young deer that accidentally broke in and lowered its head to sip, ignorantly and attentively savoring all her hidden fragility and unbearableness.
"Take your time," Wen Lingyi said, trying to suppress the unfamiliar shock and keep her voice steady. She reached out and gently stroked Zhou Jianxing's soft head, as if encouraging a child who was studying hard. "Don't worry... You're doing very well."
The delicate and soft hand passed through Zhou Jianxing's hair, and the force became stronger and stronger. When it curled up, it hooked her hair tightly until her scalp was pulled slightly and hurt.
Zhou Jianxing said nothing, but just reflected silently in his heart whether he had ever hurt Wen Lingyi in such a careless way before.
The night grew thicker and thicker, and the moonlight in the room seemed to have been paused, motionless. Time seemed to have lost its meaning. I didn't know how much time had passed before that invisible pause button was released, and time began to slowly flow again.
Wen Lingyi completely lost all her strength and collapsed on the bed, her chest heaving violently.
Zhou Jianxing also learned to treat her gently from Wen Lingyi, and comforted her patiently and gently afterwards, trying to use tender touch to fill the huge sense of emptiness that followed after the intense passion subsided.
At this moment, Wen Lingyi was like a piece of moonlight that was finally tired, soft and broken, being held carefully and cherished in the warm palm of someone's hand.
"I love you." Zhou Jianxing leaned against Wen Lingyi's sweaty back lovingly from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and once again buried his face in her fragrant neck, repeating it in a low and solemn voice in her ear.
In the dizziness of confusion and piety, she felt vaguely that she had finally pulled her supreme goddess down from the cold altar with her mortal hands, and gently touched her with the most primitive sinful desire.
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