For The Rest of Our Life

Against the light, Lin Xianming's pretty face, so hazy and dreamy, is the look of Xiao Wanqing imprinted in his mind, familiar but strange, happy but palpitated.

Xiao Wanqing thought he was still in a dream. For many days, the emotion that missed Lin Xian and dare not think of Lin Xian has been suppressed to the limit, and finally at the moment of seeing her, she is on the verge of collapse. The longing overwhelmed the panic. She pulled the vocal cords hard and uttered a low voice: "Lin Xian..." with lazy and low-pitched awakening.

Lin Xianben just wanted to push the door to sneak a look at Xiao Wanqing's sleeping face, and did not mean to wake her up. She probed the figure of her sweetheart who was sleeping soundly, and heard her seemingly indifferent breath sound ringing her undulating heartbeat at once, and her heart was filled with sweet satisfaction. When she was about to retreat lightly, there was a voice that made her almost covered, and she murmured her name gently: "Lin Xian..."

Lin Xiandeng stopped the movement of turning around and slowly turned back to look at the big bed in the bedroom seriously.

Xiao Yuanqing lay on his head on the white pillow, and the light chestnut hair curled softly on the pillow, half-covered and half-covered, revealing only her small, half-slapped face. She looked at her, squinting her eyes slightly, her red lips slightly splayed, and exposed to the thin quilt, she slipped off the thin shoulder straps and her white and greasy shoulders.

Ignorant and confused, lazy and charming, the most amorous feelings.

Lin Xian couldn't take another step. She stood by the door, staring at Xiao Wanqing on the bed, her throat shook slightly.

For a while, she pierced her palms with her nails, forcibly stopped her heart. She opened the door and walked towards Xiao Wanqing step by step. Finally, she stopped in front of Xiao Wanqing's bed and squatted down, smiling and half-waking Xiao Wanqing stared at each other.

The misty mist in Xiao Shui's green eyes is Lin Xian's complex emotions that are indistinguishable. His eyes are dark waves. She stared at Lin Xian for a long time, and seemed to have a thousand words stuck in her heart, but in the end, all the entanglement of tenderness only turned into a sour heart. She blinked, grieved like a naive and innocent child, and screamed again, softly, with some nasal voice: "Lin Xian..." This bad guy occupied her when she was sober All the emotions, now that she has escaped to her dream, won't she let her breath away?

But, actually, I miss her...

It’s nice to be able to dream about her...

Wake up and dare not think, fell asleep, it was nothing but a dream.

It doesn't matter, is it?

Lin Xian thought she was awakened by a nightmare and was so vulnerable. She stood up a little bit and turned to sit beside Xiao Wanqing's bed. She stretched out and lifted Xiao Wanqing's thin cover to cover her bare shoulders in the cold air. She said softly to her: "Well, I'm here, don't afraid."

Xiao Wanqing stretched out his hand from the thin quilt, grabbed her hand beside her pillow, separated her five fingers bit by bit, interlocked her ten fingers, and murmured and asked her in a wink. Why would I dream of you..."

Lin Xian reacted this way, Xiao Wanqing thought he was dreaming. Why is it so cute? Lin Xianqing couldn't help but feel soft.

She stretched out another empty hand, opened the soft hair that Xiao Xiaoqing spilled on her cheek, and gently scraped her very nose, hooked her lips and smiled lightly, "Maybe, it's Aunt Xiao you think Am I?"

Her terrible light laughter accompanied her warm index finger, with a terrifying current, following the movement of falling from the bridge of the nose, and suddenly, Xiao Yunqing's heartbeat accelerated and could not move her eyes.

This feels so real. Xiao Yuanqing felt the excessive touch in his hand and sighed in his heart.

However, the next second, she seemed to think of something, and her heart was tight. She quickly bit her lower lip with Hao Bai's teeth, and the pain made her wake up immediately.

It hurts, it hurts...

Lin Xian saw Xiao Wanqing's eyes wide open violently, and his hazy eyes instantly turned to clear.

This is not a dream! Xiao Yunqing seemed to be frightened, suddenly released Lin Xian's hand, and turned over instantly, his hands propped on the bedding, and the whole person retreated. Then she got up and wanted to get up.

The next second, a huge "bang" sounded-Xiao Wanqing's head, because she moved back and got up too fiercely, slammed into the hard bed backboard.

Everything happened just between electro-optical flint, Lin Xian was in a daze and surprise for a second after Xiao Wanqing's big move, the next second she realized what she was, and hurriedly extended her hand to protect Xiao Wanqing's head. However, it was a step late.

Xiao Wanqing's delicate eyebrows were tightly twisted in pain, and she bent down slightly, instinctively wanting to reach out and touch the back of her head. There was a pair of tender hands, but she took a step first and hugged her head.

Lin Xian gently rubbed Xiao Wanqing's head under his hands, and then asked nervously and worriedly: "Where did it hit? Is it here? Does it hurt?" The tone was like an adult coaxing a child, soothing: "Kneading does not hurt No more pain..."

She changed to sit on her knees in anxiety, knelt on one leg on Xiao Wanqing's bed, leaned forward, and almost put Xiao Wanqing's head in her arms.

Xiao Wanqing was shrouded in the girl's thin figure. What she could see was the girl's open jacket and the undulating chest and the shiny jade clavicle. The heart suddenly jumped up, and the brain suddenly fell into the chaos of the past few days. After deliberately neglecting the moment of joy traversed by Lin Xian's tenderness, it was panic and Wucuo that occupied all her heart.

Panic and nervous, Xiao Wanqing instinctively stretched his hands slightly away from Lin Xian's hands, pushed away her body, and pressed her lips to look at Lin Xian with composure.

Lin Xian was caught off guard and was pushed away a little bit inexplicably. After a moment of sorrow, she opened her lips with a smile and softly apologized to Xiao Wanqing: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xiao, I came back without saying hello, and I sat beside you. Did you scare you? Nodding, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Her soft words apologized and made Xiao Wanqing's mood more complicated. She looked at Lin Xian, bit her lip, and seemed to have thousands of emotions in her heart. It seemed to be joy, joy, sweetness, panic, restlessness, confusion, even shame...

She stiffened and emptied her mind, and asked Lin Xian numbly, "How come you are here?"

The sound is not salty or light, even a little cold.

In Lin Xian's memory, the first time he heard Xiao Wanqing talking to himself in this tone, he was stunned for a while, and he was a little dazed.

Aunt Xiao's tone, although not fierce, seems to be not very happy? Even, some displeasure?

She lowered her expectation to make Xiao Wanqing happy, and the smile on her lips gradually converged. She used to be good at observing and speaking, and her tone dropped, and asked carefully: "Aunt Xiao... don't you like me coming?"

After Xiao Yuanqing's stupid question came out, reason began to return...

what is she doing? How can she talk to Lin Xian in such a terrible tone?

Why did Lin Xian come? Obviously, I care about myself and can't worry about myself.

Sure enough, as soon as she saw the words fall, the girl's eyes clearly hurt. Hearing Lin Xian's wronged and lost question, Xiao Yunqing's heart was suddenly stabbed like something, and there was sharp pain.

Guilt and distressed again.

Her hands clenched on the mattress slightly tightened into fists, reflecting on herself: Uneasiness and confusion are caused by her inexplicable emotions. What does it have to do with Lin Xian? Even, if she had anything to Lin Xian, what did Lin Xian really... it was her own fault, it had nothing to do with Lin Xian.

How could she blame Lin Xian for her fault?

It shouldn't be.

She suppressed her unusual feelings and strongly supported her usual expression. Facing Lin Xian, she apologized warmly: "I'm sorry for envy, I just didn't wake up a little bit, maybe I got a little upset." She lip corner A small smile bloomed, refuting the girl's just lost question: "Why are you upset? Just too happy to think you are still in a dream."

Lin Xian listened to Xiao Wanqing's gentle explanation and saw that her face did not return to her indifference, and her eyes gradually became clearer and softer as usual.

With a grumpy smile, she stood up tenderly and took over Xiao Wanqing's nightgown hanging on the side, and put it on Xiao Yunqing's bare shoulder. Then she approached Xiao Wanqing again, reached out and rubbed her head gently, rubbing and said: "Does it still hurt? I just made dumplings at home, I want you to try it, and come over and give you a little. No trouble for me Mom and Dad, I came by bus myself." She paused and got a small face, Xiao Xiaoqing said: "There is also, come and supervise Aunt Xiao. I just looked at the refrigerator. You seem to have been these two days. I didn’t even have a good meal. The things we went out to buy together didn’t seem to be too small. It’s a mustard, there’s a lot less.”

Xiao Wanqing grasped the robe of his nightgown with both hands, lowered his head, and was close to Lin Xian not far away. The tip of the nose lingered on the fragrance of the familiar shower gel on Lin Xian's body, and her ears were surrounded by her whispering words of concern. For a moment, Xiao Yunqing felt that she could hardly hold the waist, wanting to follow the heart, relax herself and lean into that, exuding The embrace of warmth and attractive aroma.

However, the next moment, she suddenly woke up.

She turned back naturally and pulled away from Lin Xian. She reached out and rubbed the back of her head gently, and smiled at Lin Xian. "It doesn't hurt anymore." Her throat, choked with abruptness, fell into her ears because she was too restrained, and she felt a little dry voice in a low voice.

She was afraid that Lin Xian would hear something abnormal and hurriedly rummaged through her mind. Under normal circumstances, she had to say something to Lin Xian before.

A second later, she mechanically found the savior from the memory store, tried her best to recover the normal tone, and responded to Lin Xian softly and calmly: "We also bought a lot of dumplings in the refrigerator. Why are you doing this? Silly, I also ran for this purpose. Is the road jammed? Will the bus be crowded? Did you find a seat? Are you tired?"

She poured out her brain that she couldn't wait.

Lin Xian knew nothing about Xiao Wanqing's strange things. Seeing Xiao Wanqing's look was the same, her head should be really okay, so she was relieved and had a joke with her.

She spread her arms, spread her body, and suddenly fell naughtyly on Xiao Wanqing's bed. The upper body, pressing Xiao Wanqing's legs covered with thin quilt. Her face was buried in the quilt, and she complained to Xiao Wanqing with frustration: "The road can be blocked and the bus can be crowded. I feel like a poor canned sardine. I have cats all the way to avoid intimate contact with others. The waist is closed, and after standing for more than an hour, the waist is about to fall apart."

She couldn’t see, Xiao Yuanqing, sitting with her legs stretched out, and shortly after she fell down, her white cheeks, at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly blew into the blush, all the way to the tip of her ear, ruby ​​drops blood……

The girl unconsciously shook her body from side to side, coquettishly said: "Aunt Xiao, hurry and help others beat your back, rub your waist."

Xiao Yunqing stiffened her body, feeling that the girl was soft and with a bra of different hardness, pressed tightly on her two calves. Obviously, it was so soft, but unusually, it made Xiao Wanqing uncomfortable and stiff.

The touch is terrible, but the girl is still shaking her body, and the soft hills are even more...

Thin quilt, pitifully twisted into twists by Xiao Wanqing's hands.

Xiao Wanqing stretched his legs tightly, and neither was he pumping for a while, nor was he pumping, and his heart was numb.

She swallowed, and admonished herself, be careful, stop the terrible association, stop...

She kept admonishing herself, no.

Lin Xian is a little girl.

Lin Xian is only eighteen years old this year.

Lin Xian is the daughter of sister Zhou Qin.

Lin Xian called her aunt.

Lin Xian knew nothing.

Lin Xian was unprepared.

Lin Xian believes you that way.

Xiao Wanqing, you can't!

She kept setting herself a hundred lines of defense in her heart, gave a hundred reasons and a hundred impossible, and admonished her and told her hundreds of times. But all of this, only a slight glance at the girl, and in an instant, the earth collapsed.

The girl turned over and looked at her sideways. Under her eyes, the water was clear and gentle. She whispered to her with a smile: "Actually, it was really tired, but ah, when I saw Aunt Xiao, you were not tired at all."

"I miss Aunt Xiao at home." The voice was clear and the tone was soft.

Xiao Yunqing closed his eyes and gave up his resistance. He felt sober in the decay, and the softness and hardness of the calf, little by little, with slight sweetness and pain, burned on her heart.

Xiao Wanqing, you are so shameless...

Dirty...

The author has something to say: Aunt Xiao's desperate face.