Balancing

The night in the sky is extremely quiet, the full moon like a jade plate is passing through the clouds, and the melting moonlight is like a soft silver veil, hanging down through the huge French windows, spreading all over the floor.

At some point, Jian Ming got a remote control in his hand, and when he pressed it, the whole room instantly went dark, leaving only two small night lights beside the bed.The transparent windows seem to have suddenly turned into a beautifully colored landscape painting. Thousands of lights flickeringly adorn this city with tall buildings. The traffic on the road looks like countless colored threads interweaving and dancing. Smart and refined.

With his back against the glass, Lu Heng was still digesting Jian Ming's words, his brain seemed a little out of control, his eyes stared at Jian Ming uncontrollably, and his breathing became rapid along with his heartbeat.

Jian Ming approached him, put his hand on his shoulder, turned him abruptly, and made him face out of the window, "Is it beautiful?"

"Wow..." Lu Heng's pupils lit up, and he looked at the sparkle in front of him in surprise, as if he was in a heavy watercolor painting. "It's so beautiful, Mingming..." He wanted to use countless words to describe the shock in his heart, but at this moment he couldn't say anything, only dumbfounded.

The mirror-like floor-to-ceiling windows slightly reflected the silhouette behind him. Lu Heng's eyes shifted from the scenery outside the window to Jian Ming's body. His eyes were no longer reserved.

He turned around, flipped over, pressed Jian Ming to the position he had just held, looked at him affectionately, wrapped his arms around his waist, touched his face with the other, panted slightly and said: "Now... more perfect Yes, because you are also in the painting." After speaking, she kissed him without hesitation.

Lips and tongues intersected, you and me, this tender kiss seemed to be testing Lu Heng's full love, and it was like tasting a supreme treasure. He devoted all his heart and soul, leaving no trace of affection.

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