new testament

After the distant illusion slowly returned to the reality, Li Xiaowen also gradually regained consciousness. He seemed to wake up from a space with nothing but white, but fell into another white space and shook his head in a daze. To get rid of distracting thoughts, although this method did not have much effect, he closed his eyes resignedly: "Hugh, is that you?"

"Xiao Wen, open your eyes." Xio exposed half of his body from under the pure white sheet, "Now you look at me, it shouldn't be uncomfortable." The skin is exposed and gradually faded, like a fight between a pure saint and a slut, turning the tide of the battle at the last moment.

Li Xiaowen just squeezed out a slit of eyeballs and looked towards him. Now he can't hide the overwhelming feeling in his heart. He said that he is an angel. When he and Bai are together, the inexplicable desire to worship Impulsive, even made him unable to even struggle.

"Xiaowen, you look so cute." Xio half propped up his body and crawled over, holding his hand under the quilt.

There are no curtains drawn in the room, the bright moonlight comes in from the huge window that occupies most of the wall, the sound of crows sleeping soundly in the silence is so clear, rustling the years-old branches, and the snow that once fell, after that, It is really silent, including the wind, including the baptism-like Sanskrit singing under the stars, including the larvae sleeping underground.

Li Xiaowen vaguely realized that the sky in front of him was getting dark. He opened his eyes and tried to block him, but his left wrist was still pressed against the pillow. He seemed to be sleeping too comfortably, and his body didn't have much strength. Li Xiaowen shrank Neck trembling cowardly: "Hugh, don't."

"Xiaowen, don't you want anything?" Xio's usual gentle expression was now a little more evil, his nose rubbed against his nose, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips.

"This, this is my home, if you dare, I, you..." Li Xiaowen's whole body was rigidly fixed into one piece, his legs were propped up close to the elegant curve bulging on the quilt, and the unbearable light swirled in his eyes.

"Xiaowen, do you want to drive me away?" Xio got his wish and saw the man's dodging eyes, smiled indifferently, and took a piece of paper from his bedside, "It's okay, I just want to ask you, I wash it The piece of paper I found when I was taking clothes is different from the words on your calendar, but it also doesn't look like a girl's handwriting, so, Xiaowen, would you like to tell me whose it is?"

Li Xiaowen naturally knew what was on the note. He spent a whole day in the library trying to find the second half of the sentence: "This is given to me by a senior. He is very nice. He said," Li Xiaowen swallowed his saliva after that. Unable to speak again, the viciousness that Xio suddenly flashed was more terrifying than the coming of a malevolent star, "Hugh."

"Xiao Wen," Xio's expression was still so breezy, and he pulled a soft pillow and put it next to him, "You don't like that person."

"Senior has helped me a lot, but don't get me wrong, we are just ordinary friends." Li Xiaowen couldn't figure out where his guilt towards the person in front of him came from, and added such a superfluous explanation.

"That's good." Xio put his hand on his collar after saying this, and was cut off by Li Xiaowen, who had been on guard for a long time. Xio watched the slender forearm show defeat under his intentional caress. The trend, simply press down directly, the fluff on the side arm that was still making waves just now is lying on the place where the skin touches: "Xiaowen, take your hands away, there is no point in resisting, it will only hurt yourself. "

"Hugh, you can't," Li Xiaowen shook his head desperately, "We've only just met."

"Xiaowen," Xio seemed to have made a lot of determination before hugging her back again, "Then let me touch it."

Li Xiaowen's earlobe seemed to be startled by the sound of rain falling from the eaves outside the window, but when he looked carefully, he found that the blood color there had slowed down to the point where he could not break the inevitable situation. The stranger's fear forced out some rationality: "First, let's talk about it first, but, it's just touching."

When Xio pulled down the neckline, the pleasant smell of gardenias on his body permeated the whole room. His eyes were bent into an arc that he had never seen before, and he casually responded while poking his hands into the clothes.

The rain has completely stopped, and the cicadas once again sang immortal songs on the treetops. Those memories in the rain will eventually become the past, just like the ebb and flow of the tide is the call of the snail, and it will always be swept away to disappear. undercurrent.

The water from the treetops was not dripping very much anymore, probably the last drop, mixed with the moonlight, coincided with the drop in the window in a decisive gesture, and fell on the bed sheet without ripples.

Li Xiaowen, who was biting the corner of the quilt, didn't forget to think when the pain reached its peak, he really shouldn't believe him.

The slip of paper falling on the ground was covered with a moon-white halo, flamboyant and phoenix danced entrenched in the middle of the paper, curling a corner uneasily as if it was panting, floating up and falling back.

"Thousands of heartfelt words, who knows what they promise."

It was destined to be a sleepless night, and the moonlight streamed out from the wine-red eyes, staining the wheels in the sky with a bit of a monster.

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