this life is waiting

Even earlier, even earlier. |

I put my arms around my chest and turned my head to look at He Cheng. This person surprised me so much today, and this person made me jump with joy today.

What is happier than the person you like likes you, what is happier than the person you like starts to like you very early, I am very vulgar, although the surface looks plain, I still have a face of questioning I looked like a child, but my heart was already full of joy. This sense of excitement was enough to make me scream and run around the playground.

Looking back on the fear when I liked her, I thought too much when I liked her, and now I take it out again, I feel a little sweet, maybe I can think so, we thought about the same thing in a staggered time.

She has liked me for so long, but never told me, does it mean that she is also afraid.

This fear is the same as mine, I am afraid that the other party will feel disgusted because of me, I am afraid that the other party will avoid it because of this feeling, and I am afraid of all the petty thoughts of the other party.

After pursing my lips for ten seconds, I still couldn't hold back my smile, so I just laughed out loud and poked her collarbone a few times, "You must tell me everything about what happened today."

I said this sentence with a special sense of rhythm. I poked and said three words, because with a smile, every word would fly when I heard it.

The last word I said, my hand failed to land on her shoulder, she took a small step back cunningly, grabbed my wrist, and supported me who was about to lean forward.

I pointed at her with my other hand: "Say it!"

She laughed, reached out to touch my hair vigorously, and felt that the whole piece of hair at the back of her head was lifted up by her and directly covered my face. When her vision was blurred, she suddenly hugged me.

Although I don't know why I struggled, I still struggled for a while. After all, after being forced to do something, my first reaction was to struggle, to suddenly struggle.

Probably because the strength of the struggle was not enough, and she had a deep obsession with wanting to hug me at the moment, I was hugged by her forcefully, I also gave up this action, and the gap between the hands and the back caught me for a while. A little clump of hair, pulling the scalp hurts a bit.

There were still black hairs in my sight, I pouted and blew a way to breathe, the hair fell off after a while, I blew it again, it fell off again, so I gave up this again action.

Her hand, which was chilled by the air conditioner, was resting on my shoulder at the moment, very comfortable.

Only then did I realize that at some point, the curtains had been put down by her, only a hazy layer, looking out of the window here, it was like looking at a picture that had been typed ten layers, and one layer was provided by my hair.

I blinked and wondered if the people outside could see the inside clearly, maybe it was the same as seen from here, the two blurred figures cuddled together.

I've always loved her hugging me, I love being surrounded by her, and the way her hair floats up to me, even just onto my clothes.

I used to think that her kissing me was an addiction of mine, but now I realize that no matter what she does to me, I am addicted to death.

I think, my addiction is her.

I put my hand around her waist, and heard her say in a low voice, "Do you remember you asked me if I fell in love with you at first sight?"

I nodded, but found that rubbing my hair was very uncooperative, and it hurt when I moved it, so I gave a thank you and hugged me a little tighter.

She said, "How did I answer you at that time?"

I thought about it: "You say yes."

She smiled: "It's still the same answer now."

I pause.

A long time ago, the idea that the person He Cheng liked was Zhou Xiaoyi flashed in his mind, but it was only a flash, and he disappeared in a second. He wanted to doubt it, but he was powerless. Tell me this, how can I believe, how can I connect those bits and pieces of the past together.

It turns out that everything she told me was true. She said she had a crush on her. She said she liked her for a long time. She said she still likes her now. He said Zhou Xiaoyi, I like you now. She said she was right I fell in love at first sight...

In fact, as long as a string is connected a little bit, this seemingly false thing can become a fact.

She patted my head and continued: "That day you were in the third year of high school. I was in the first year of high school. We met on the playground. You were hiding behind me."

I waited quietly in a state of listening to a story, but after she finished speaking, there was no sound.

I wondered: "That's it?"

She said yes.

I froze, thought for a while and asked, "Did we talk then?"

"Say it." She paused: "You said thank you to me."

I was stunned and wondered again: "That's it?"

She is still a grace.

This, it’s too unbelievable, thanks to the fact that I just made up a big movie in my head, and imagined that we might bump into each other in a hurry, knocking the book in our hands to the ground, and in the process of picking up the book, we I accidentally touched the other party's hand, so she secretly expressed her heart to me.

Taking a step back, maybe we don't have physical contact, but we have verbal communication. Maybe I said something, poked into her little heart, and made her secretly express her heart to me.

Just a thank you?

This thank you really makes me powerless. Could it be that my thank you is very, very sincere?

"It's so strange." I sighed in surprise: "You like me like this?"

I tried to break free from her, I wanted to look her in the eyes, but the more I struggled, the tighter she hugged me, I couldn't move at all.From what I know of her, I can interpret her behavior as shyness.

When she is shy, she rubs my hair vigorously. Her shy smile is different from her usual smile. When she is shy, she doesn't want me to see her face.

She shyly moved closer, her voice was low and soft, and she whispered softly in my ear: "Zhou Xiaoyi, you smiled at me."

Zhou Xiaoyi, you smiled at me.

When she said this, her tone was full of grievances that she had never heard before, as if I had bullied her.When she said this, she rubbed my head twice. I heard the sizzling sound of hair rubbing against each other, and I also heard the sound of her words knocking into my heart.

Killer!A killer who disregards human life, a killer who confuses people's hearts!

She was standing there with a sword and she was smiling at me, so I went over and hugged her and let the sword go into me too.

All he wanted was to die by her hands, in her arms.

Obviously the gist of this story is that I teased her, but she teased me with this story.

It is really impossible to live the days when everything is like a love story. If this continues, I will only suffocate to death when I stay by her side.

After a long time, I felt her hand loosen a little, and I stepped back out of her embrace and looked up at her.Maybe my hair is really too messy, she looked down at me and laughed.

She reached out to straighten my hair, carefully separated it along the lines, and finally put her hands on both sides of my ears, along the direction of the hair and the direction of my chin, holding my face and raising it slightly.

The distance is getting closer and closer, her head tilted away from the tip of my nose, I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her to me, feeling her hanging hair sweeping back and forth on the back of my hand.

It’s so delicate, it’s really too delicate, she always kissed me with such tenderness, it’s like she had a favorite candy in her mouth when she was a child, and she was reluctant to bite it, so she could only lick it away bit by bit, feeling the taste spread in her mouth anywhere in .

Everywhere is her.

This tasteless candy is even sweeter and softer, it doesn't disappear, it doesn't grow bigger, it just sits comfortably in your mouth to give you satisfaction, to hook you up and share with each other.

Her desk is very close to the bed, and I noticed this as soon as I entered the room. When I was kissed by her, my calf had already touched the edge of the bed.

I hugged her waist and turned around. She had no room to sit on the bed, and I sat on her lap facing her.

No talking, just kissing.

Kissed until I was short of breath, kissed until I couldn't help pushing her down on the bed, she grabbed me and made me jump up, in order not to press her down, I put my hands on both sides of her head, and the spare space Time, she even smiled at me.

The smile that hooked only half of her lips was full of charm, and her long hair was casually scattered.She hooked my neck with one hand, and my shoulder straps with the other. The sleeveless tube top dress was passed through by her index finger, and also through my underwear. With a little force, the shoulders slipped out from there.

Without any time gap, she grabbed the wrist of my neck and bit my shoulder hard.

In this charming atmosphere, this increasingly moist and charming, I couldn't help but let out a strange snort, which also made her bite me harder.

It hurts, but I want more pain.

I hugged her head, reached into her clothes, and also held her shoulders, grabbing hard.

She turned over and pressed me directly under her body. I saw her lips glowing from the kiss, and saw her eyes flashing different flavors. She lowered her head and kissed me, from the tip of her nose to her lips, from her chin to her shoulders .

Over and over, walking on the sensitive skin of my neck, I clutched at her clothes and felt that it was not me anymore.

I used to think that the sound she made must be charming when she did something like this, but I didn't know that I would be so intoxicated by her being so charming.

The killer has tenderness, how do you let those chosen ones escape.

I can't escape, I don't want to escape.

I felt her hand lift the corner of my skirt, I don't know which finger, it went down my spine, crossed the obstacle and untied it, and then stopped at the edge of my underwear without opening it, pointing Stomach rubbing, back and forth from one end to the other.

I felt her kissing my earlobe, a little anxious, low and hoarse, and said to me: "It's not enough."

She said, "It's not enough, Zhou Xiaoyi."

The imaginary picture is no longer just talk, and the verbal jokes have also been put into practice. This killer is beautiful, she has a pair of flexible hands, she no longer needs a knife, and she can play with people in applause.

We undressed each other, trembling with every touch.

It's sticky, wet, fragrant, and intoxicating.

Zhou Xiaoyi died.