Falling back to gl

In the early morning, the village in the city was as quiet and lonely as ever, the streets became more and more deserted, and the alleys were empty and deep like tunnels. There were many low-rise old-fashioned buildings, densely stacked inwards, and it was pitch black everywhere.

The dense night is misty, turbulent like a dense tide, rolling with dry waves repeatedly tossing, layer upon layer.

There was no light, the sight was blocked, and the person in his arms could not be seen clearly. Ji Cen'an could only hug the other person's slender waist by feeling, and took him half a step to the side to avoid bumping into the place where large objects were piled up .

The rental house is small, and it is difficult to find a place to lay your feet in the dark. If you are not careful, you will bump into it, and you may trip and fall if you are not careful.

But the other one didn't cooperate much, and unconsciously struggled, unwilling to be led.The other party even gave Ji Cen'an a slight push, but Ji Cen'an couldn't stand still, and the two hit the wall next to him again.

It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything.

Ji Cen'an didn't let go, and drew that person closer to him, not letting him go away.

Afraid of falling to the ground, he firmly clamped this person's body.

The two sides are tightly pressed together, with an extremely intimate posture, and each can feel the other person's body temperature, body contour, and even the unsteady rise and fall of the chest.

The turbulent hot air is mixed with a strong smell of wine, so drunk that you can smell it as soon as you get close.

They huddled in the corner, the walls were cold, and there was an indescribable smell of lime.The temperature didn't drop at night, and both of them were covered in sweat. It was even more uncomfortable to be so tightly attached to each other. It only took a while, but it seemed that a fire was burning on the tender skin, and every inch of contact was not spared.

We haven't seen each other for so long, and when we meet again, each of us has to get used to it.

It is completely driven by the habits in the subconscious mind. According to the memory, if you don't control it, you will do some behaviors that have happened before and often.

I don't know why the person in front of me came here, how did he enter the house, and what was the reason for it, Ji Cen'an just froze, as if he was frozen there, unable to turn around for a while, didn't respond, and didn't stop him .

After a long while, she came back to her senses, opened her mouth and shouted: "Nanjia."

And grabbed the woman's hand that was placed on his shoulder, and stopped it belatedly.

But Nanjia obviously didn't drink less, and his consciousness was not clear, as if he couldn't hear the words, and the only "answer" was to continue without giving Ji Cen'an the slightest chance to escape.

I just felt that Nanjia came up, and then it was wet to the side of the neck, and then there was a tingling sensation...

Everything was too sudden, and Ji Cen'an didn't have the strength to resist.

Not only that, Nanjia also held her in the opposite direction, preventing her from touching him, refusing to touch him, pushing her hand away, and pulling it down forcefully.

Ji Cen'an couldn't help hissing in pain.

Nanjia was not soft-hearted, and slapped her in the ear again.

This is what Ji Cen'an has done before, and it is all repeated now.

She used to punish Nanjia so hard and take revenge on Nanjia, but now she has experienced it again.

Knowing that he had drunk too much, Ji Cen'an called Nanjia's name again, but it didn't matter, he still suffered.

"Wait a minute..." she said softly, and patted Nanjia on the back, "I'll turn on the light first."

Nanga wrapped her arms around her neck, her figure was crooked, and her gait was vain under her limp feet.

Ji Cen'an held Nanjia in his arms, moved towards the bed with great effort, and brought him to the bed.There are no stools or chairs in the room to sit on, only one to lie down on.

"You came alone?" Ji Cen'an asked.

Knowing that she was looking for it because she was not sober, she didn't bother so much, so she asked casually.

Nanjia leaned back, unable to stand still, and even pushed her down on the bed.They fell together again, and Nanjia sat on Ji Cen'an's waist.

Ji Cen'an said softly: "Where did you come from, and who sent you here?"

Probably because she didn't want to listen to these nonsense, Nanga was impatient, and pressed her white and slender right index finger between her lips, and touched the position behind her ear with the other hand, and gently brushed it.

Nanjia made a silent movement, bent down, and almost lay on top of her.

Ji Cen'an stopped talking and looked up.

Touching the corners of her lips with the pulp of his fingers, and rubbing them heavily, Nanjia finally spoke, and said in a low voice, "Where did you go?"

The tone is quite gentle, and at first glance it sounds like an ordinary question.

It seems that it was still the night before, in the villa in Beiyuan, and now it was just one of the meetings, and before the intimacy, they had an ordinary chat conversation.

The black lights are blind, although they are facing each other up and down, but they can't see the other's face in front of them, only a vague outline.

The intuition was not right, Nanjia seemed to be unable to distinguish reality, Ji Cen'an struggled and wanted to sit up.

"I'll take you back." Instead of answering what he said just now, Ji Cen'an said, grabbing Nanjia's wrist, it was still the same question, "Is Zhao Qihong waiting for you outside?"

It's a pity that Nanjia still ignored her, blocked her again, caressed her face again, touched her chin, and then walked down to her throat.

"Ji Cen'an..."

Nanjia said softly, whispering.

Finally called her once, not the previous false name.

Ji Cen'an moved involuntarily, humming.

"Where did you go tonight?" Nanga asked, still asking the same question.

Only then did Ji Cen'an truthfully explain: "On the street."

But without being specific, the answer was ambiguous.

As if he really didn't know, Nanjia asked again: "What did you do in the street?"

Ji Cen'an didn't care and said, "There's something wrong."

Nanjia softly answered, "What's the matter?"

Ji Cen'an couldn't say it, and didn't know how to say it.

After all, it is no better than before. A few years ago, she would be happy to talk, even if Nanjia didn't want to, she would force Nanjia to listen to it.But there's no need for that now, it's just a meal and there's nothing to talk about.

Nanjia didn't care whether she answered or not, bent down to find her lips, bit her lips, not a kiss, nor an intimacy, just a show, and when she was done, she leaned into her ear and said, "Who did you see?"

Ji Cen'an moved, trying to free a hand, but he was grabbed by his arm and pressed on top of his head a second later.

Nanjia imprisoned her in a posture of absolute control, and her strength increased.

"A friend?"

That kind of demeanor was not in line with this person's temperament. Ji Cen'an frowned when he was slightly drunk, feeling that his superiors were not sober, and guessed what might be the matter.She asked Nanjia if something happened, and let her go.

I don't want the other party to stay here and want to let him leave.

"I'll take you down later." Ji Cen'an said.

Nanga listened, and for a while he kept rubbing the corners of her lips with his fingertips, touching her body, ignoring her intentions, a little sickly, and said with utmost tenderness: "I won't go, I'll stay here tonight... ..."

Then kiss her, from the side of the face to the tip of the nose, to the mouth, to the side of the neck... as gentle as a lover.

Same as then.

Follow what Ji Cen'an once taught.