Dream 6
For several days in a row, Huang Yaya stayed in the library and didn't return to the dormitory until ten o'clock every day. But she was still caught by Liu Fangyu.
There were not many people downstairs in the dormitory at ten o'clock, and Liu Fangyu just looked at her with her schoolbag on her back.
She pretended not to see him and hurried past him, but was grabbed by Liu Fangyu's arm. He asked sadly: "Why are you hiding from me again? What do you want from me? Just tell me!"
What is there to say? What can she say? She just wants to cool down this relationship, even though it wasn't very hot to begin with.
She wanted Liu Fangyu to give up. She used to think that the men in novels who used cold violence were too mean, but now she had to use it.
Liu Fangyu was too passionate, so passionate that it scared her and made her not know how to get along with him calmly.
"Tell me, can we have a good talk? Whether I make you angry or you are unhappy, just tell me, okay?"
"I can change my shortcomings. How would I know if you don't tell me?"
"I really can't guess what you're thinking." Liu Fangyu felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and her tone was tearful.
"We should still..." Huang Yaya calmed down and decided to break up.
"I don't want to listen!" Liu Fangyu interrupted rudely.
"Please, don't say those words, please, don't." Liu Fangyu pleaded humbly.
Huang Yaya sighed and replied, "Then I'll go back to the dormitory first."
Liu Fangyu still let go of her hand and watched her walk into the dormitory building step by step.
After returning to the dormitory, Xu Meng asked tentatively: "Yaya, what happened to you?"
Huang Yaya shook her head, and Xu Meng didn't ask any more questions.
She slammed the books in her bag onto the table with a little force, complaining in her heart: Damn this literary history, I can never finish memorizing it. And even more damned is myself, I wasn't determined enough to break up, which is why I ended up like this.
After a while, Shi Jiaojiao said secretly, "Liu Fangyu seems to be standing downstairs."
She could only go to the balcony, and sure enough, there was a lonely man standing at the dormitory door. It was already 10:40 pm, and curfew was about to start. Why didn't he go back?
She could only call the other party and anxiously asked, "Have you returned to the dormitory?"
"No." The other party's tone was very lonely.
"Why don't you go back?"
"I can't bear to leave you."
"Let's go back." Huang Yaya sighed, and her tone became gentler.
"Let me look at you again, and I'll go back."
…
She really didn't understand what kind of person Liu Fangyu was, nor did she understand why he was so obsessed with her.
When she came downstairs and saw Liu Fangyu again, her eyes were red and swollen. Was she crying in the girls' dormitory?
"Go back." Huang Yaya walked up to him and said gently.
"Then tell me why you ignored me." Liu Fangyu asked with a sob.
She knew the reason, but how could she say it out loud? She was jealous of him, jealous that he could live so boldly and freely, jealous that he could get along with others openly.
He is like a mirror. When Huang Yaya is with him, she can see her own shortcomings and misfortunes.
She couldn't say any of this, she could only say apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Liu Fangyu reached out and hugged her. He felt so cold, he must have been standing for a long time.
"Go back."
"Let me hold you for a while longer, I love you."
…
"Hey, students, access is now restricted." The dormitory manager said in a serious tone, holding the lock.
It was nothing at first, but when she heard the dormitory manager's voice, her face immediately turned red. She could only break free from Liu Fangyu's hands and said gently, "Go back quickly!"
Liu Fangyu reluctantly let go of his hand. He wanted to say something but couldn't say it. He said in a somewhat disappointed tone, "Okay!"
Huang Yaya lay in bed at night, wondering if real relationships were so complicated. Why did she want to break up, but couldn't bring herself to do it? Why did Liu Fangyu stay with her even after being treated like this? Was she an emotional masochist?
When she opened her eyes again, she was in Song Zhexi's arms again. It was okay to have this kind of dream occasionally, but having it too often would harm her health.
Huang Yaya pushed him away and refused, "Don't do this."
Hearing this, Song Zhexi stopped kissing her and coaxed her gently, "What's wrong?"
"Can we talk?"
"Um."
They sat on a couch in Song Zhexi's room. She leaned on her side and sighed. She had a lot of questions, but she didn't know where to start.
"What's wrong? Why are you sighing all the time?" Song Zhexi came closer restlessly, biting her earlobe bit by bit and rubbing it against her ear.
Huang Yaya pushed him away and said angrily, "Don't be like this!"
She sighed helplessly. Is her subconscious so hungry?
"Don't you like it?" Song Zhexi ignored her and continued to tease her bit by bit.
How to say it, she likes it, but if it continues like this she feels like Jia Rui in The Mirror of Romance.
I used to think Jia Rui had no self-control, but later I found out that she had no self-control either.
Song Zhexi is so skilled, he can always accurately find his sensitive points and sensitive moments.
Understand your own reactions, which ones are real attempts to push away and which ones are fake moves.
She almost fell into it again, and could only pretend to be angry and gasp: "If you do this again, I will be angry."
"Can you bear to be angry with me?" Song Zhexi listened to her words and quickly realized that she was not saying what she meant.
This feeling is not just like the down-and-out scholar being haunted by a beautiful female ghost in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, except that the genders are swapped in her case.
"I remember you weren't like this before!" Huang Yaya let the other party hold her in his arms and said in a hurried tone.
"I was just restraining myself before, but now I don't want to restrain myself anymore." A kiss fell lightly on her forehead. The kiss was gentle, but the hands were not so gentle.
"Why."
If this continues, this handsome male ghost will eat her.
"Don't you understand why better than me?" Song Zhexi was almost unable to control himself, but still answered patiently.
“I don’t understand!”
"You always appear at night, pulling and tugging at me, kissing and touching me. Just because I didn't respond to your request, you disappeared for two years. Didn't you just want me to become more sensible?" Song Zhexi said with some resentment.
But in the blink of an eye, he softened his tone and said, "Am I sensible enough now? Are you satisfied?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what is this! Her head was buzzing, is she really a big yellow girl?
"Stop, stop, stop, don't do this, please." Huang Yaya weakly pushed him as he was about to come forward.
"What's wrong? Was it because I didn't perform well enough last time and didn't satisfy you?" Song Zhexi ignored her. He was like a dog that had been hungry for a long time and suddenly saw meat, and she, Huang Yaya, was that piece of meat.
She performed well, too well. Both times she woke up feeling dizzy. This kind of dream was too physically demanding. She had classes tomorrow, so she couldn't indulge in it any longer.
"If you keep doing this, I'll disappear for another two years."
Song Zhexi stopped talking after hearing this, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"You really hate me." Song Zhexi said aggrievedly.
"It's not annoying, it's not annoying." Huang Yaya put clothes on him, put her arms around him and comforted him.
"Did I not perform well enough?"
"Good, good, great performance." Huang Yaya praised enthusiastically.
"Then why?"
"Because my waist has been hurting lately." Huang Yaya could only make an excuse to comfort him.
When Song Zhexi heard this, his eyes suddenly became very angry, and his tone was quite sarcastic. He said, "So you have someone else, right? Do you just treat me as a male guest in those brothels?"
She just said that his waist hurt. What on earth was this man thinking?
She has to comfort herself when she makes someone angry.
"I am injured, what are you thinking about?"
"Really?" Song Zhexi's tone revealed deep disbelief.
"Yeah, I love you."
Hearing this, Song Zhexi immediately clung to him and coaxed him, "Your waist hurts, I can help you hold it up, just stay on top. I promise to make you more comfortable than last time."
Is this any different from the men's hall? She vaguely remembered that the identity set for him was a prince!
Huang Yaya was afraid of irritating his little heart again. She said in a doting tone: "Next time, next time, okay?"
"But I do. I really do, really do." As if afraid that Huang Yaya wouldn't believe him, Song Zhexi continued to flatter her, "I will be gentle."
Help! How can I break the fox man's charm?
"Didn't you dislike it before?"
"I don't dislike you, but I don't want to offend you."
"What now?"
"You've been punishing me for so long, now give me a little reward."
This is totally irrelevant. Not only is he not being rude to her, he even wants to eat her.
"Next time, really next time."
"But I feel very uncomfortable now." Song Zhexi's skin was already red and hot.
"Is it okay to just kiss?" Huang Yaya asked helplessly.
"Yeah." Song Zhexi said and then kissed him, but the posture was not right.
Maybe he heard her say that her waist hurt, this time he put her on top, gently massaging her waist with his hands, but his mouth was not idle either.
What a male fox! Fortunately, she has strong self-control.
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