Disgusted

Fang Qingkong hates oranges.

At a certain level, if I don’t eat it myself, I will take out one with someone else, pick off the stalk of the orange with my fingers, poke it in and peel it off, and a small piece of water mist will splash out, and the light sour and sweet smell of the orange will permeate... At this time Qingkong's stomach began to churn, as if the underground magma had been triggered and had to spew up, scorching the esophagus, causing the heart to throb. If he didn't leave at this time, he would vomit out immediately.

This is a typical neurosis where the mind affects the body, but Aozora refuses to see a doctor—she just refuses oranges, trying to eliminate this cheap, orange-red Rutaceae fruit from her life as much as possible.

Therefore, when the new girlfriend pushed away the quilt on her body, got up and walked to the window sill without a trace, and took out an orange from the cloth bag and peeled it off, Qing Kong who was sleeping on the bed woke up immediately.

"No." She murmured, covering her eyes with her backhand.

"Huh?" Hearing the sound, the girlfriend came closer with an orange in her hand.

"..." Aozora suddenly jumped up, snatched the orange while his girlfriend stared at him, and threw it out the window like throwing the last one.After that, I went to the bathroom with bare feet, applied hand sanitizer, rubbed until foaming, rubbed the palm and fingers of the left palm carefully with the thumb of the right hand, then switched to the right palm, clasped the ten fingers, rubbed the nails repeatedly in the palm of the hand, and finally turned on the tap to rinse.

When he returned to the room, his girlfriend Saori was still there.Qing Kong was stunned for a moment, murmured sorry, pulled back the quilt and lay back on the bed, with only a pair of feet exposed, which were left hanging beside the bed without washing.

"Allergy?" Saori put on her top and pants, sat on the armchair and smoked.The smoke rose from her mouth and nose, and the sky gradually dimmed. It came in through the windows and curtains behind her, covering her body thinly, making it impossible to see her expression clearly, only a little red glowed on her lips, as if burning in the heart mouth.

Qingkong gave a low "hmm" as an answer, while raising his eyes to see the faint twilight on Saori's shoulders.Saori is undoubtedly beautiful.

The distance between beauty and beauty is about as great as the difference between a tiger and a cat.If it is just beautiful, you only need some basic and even barbaric conditions: youth, facial features, body shape, a little makeup skills-it has nothing to do with perceptions such as inner charm, what is needed is only the appearance that can be seen by the eyes and can be described by language.As for beauty—it is much deeper and more complex, as elusive as the undercurrent of a deep pool or the first base of a perfume.The beauty of Saori has more to do with her demeanor.Small face, long straight hair, a little short-sighted, so eyes are often half-closed, thin lips are unclear, so there is a little stubborn taste.Usually this face is always calm, but once it fluctuates, it is a vivid expression that touches people's hearts like a flower blooming in the epiphyllum or a bright moon piercing the sky. People have to hold their breath for a long time. Take a deep breath as if thinking about it.

It was this beauty that attracted Aozora to Saori.Or for this reason, Aozora has no sense of guilt about the relationship between the two of them who are currently leaning towards bed partners-after all, guilt is originally a thing as distant as the smoke in the village on the other side of the river to the self-centered Aozora.

"Let's go." Saori finished smoking a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the disposable water cup, and then straightened up.

"Yeah." Qing Kong closed his eyes, feeling tired and lacking energy.After a while, he didn't hear anything, so he opened his eyes again.

The room was completely dark, only Saori's figure was vaguely seen standing at the end of the bed.After a while, I felt a warmth sticking to the back of my instep, so hot that I shrank, but my ankle was tightly grasped.

So much strength.Qing Kong frowned and struggled for a while but didn't break free, so it was fine, and she climbed all the way up the ankle with Saori's hand, calf, knee bone, thigh, hip bone, waist, breast side, collarbone, neck, ear root , face, all the way softly sprinkled fire.

"Didn't you say go?" Qing Kong's voice was unconsciously tense.Saori's fingers smelled of smoke, and there was also a bit of orange-specific sourness.

"Suddenly I want to sleep again." Saori raised Qing Kong's chin, slid five fingers down her neck, and rested her other hand on her heart.

Qing Kong swallowed, couldn't explain why, and swallowed the idea of ​​telling Saori to wash her hands together.

Sure enough, she really hated oranges.