I, Qing Huan

"I'll take a shower first."

Nan Yang let go of Qing Huan, and pulled the long black hair that had slipped off the temples behind her ears. By the way, she wiped the saliva on her earlobes with the back of her hand, and rubbed out a shiny water mark.

Qing Huan could feel Nanyang's abnormality. Her body was very hot. She had just held her waist, and the temperature in her lower back was hot. Nanyang's skin is usually cold. If it gets hot to the point of burning her hands, it means that she is somewhat emotional.

She is a twenty-four-year-old adult, and of course she can understand the panic that flashed under Nan Yang's eyes just now, and she also understands why she suddenly wanted to take a bath.

Having said that, they are already married after all, and they have been married for some time. In those times before, she never wanted to have anything to do with her, because the two were not really together, they just used a fake marriage to disguise an awkward relationship. However, now that they are also honest in their minds, they have embraced them, and kissed them. Shouldn't it be logical to proceed to the next step?

Besides, she wants her.

Just tonight, she wants to get her.

She needs a further relationship to fill her heart of gains and losses. She needs to confirm her status as a wife in order to confirm that Nanyang will always be held by her.

"Nanyang." Qing Huan summoned all the courage to stop her.

Nan Yang closed the half-closed bathroom door, turning around, her long black hair was coiled around her shoulders, and the end of her delicate eyes was a little red: "Huh?"

"You... do you want to..." To really ask her words, she still felt the difficulty of walking on thin ice. The deep shyness in her bones always blocked her deep desire, "I..."

Nan Yang just stood quietly, waiting for her to brew slowly.

Qing Huan finally asked in a very small voice: "Do you want to... be with me?"

Nan Yang was stunned after reacting to the meaning of her words.

Qing Huan bit her lip and glanced away, forcing herself to finish the rest of her words. The volume was like a mosquito with the fall of autumn hum: "We can try... right?"

Nanyang's earlobes were even redder, and she clenched her fingers tightly on the doorknob, as if she was about to burn her skin into the metal handle. She turned her gaze away, staring at the tiles on the ground against the dim light, and suddenly remembered those nights when she was in bed with her three thousand years ago.

too long.

It's been too long since I was so lingering with her.

For the past three thousand years, she didn't want to disturb her life, and she had a firm principle in her heart. So no matter how close she got to her, she was always self-denial and abstinence, never more than half the distance. When it's the most extreme, it's just to kiss the eyes and the hair ends. She didn't want to offend her, and she didn't want to make her have irretrievable expectations of herself in those rebirths where she could not make promises. She thought that she had to be in the last life, she could age with her in this life, leaving all the closest contacts to the light joy of her wife.

After all, in her conception of an ancient person, only after getting married can she do further things naturally.

And to do those things, she must get married with each other. This is why she has been cherishing the obsession of marrying Qing Huan for three thousand years.

From the first time she went to bed with her, she made up her wish to marry her. If there were no accidents and separations, they would have had a big marriage that the world would envy.

In the past three thousand years, she Chen Chen Xiangyin, adhere to the original heart, in line with the principle of being responsible for Qinghuan, has never taken another step beyond the boundary. But it is obvious that for three thousand years of abstinence, for a person who has already used meat, most of the time is more cruel.

Qing Huan's voice interrupted her drifting thoughts: "You hurry up and wash."

Nan Yang kept his ears red, was silent for a while, nodded, and closed the door gently.

Sitting on the sofa, Qing Huan shook her dizzy head, regretting what she had just said. Does Nanyang think he is too open? Does she feel that she is too slutty to be reserved?

After regretting, my heart filled with more flukes. No matter what Nanyang thinks of herself, she nodded just now, and after waiting for half an hour, she will take a shower and come out with wet hair. Before long, she can hug her, kiss her, caress her, and do all she wants to her.

But... she seems...

Qing Huan suddenly remembered that she didn't know what the two women should do.

She glanced anxiously at the light in the bathroom, listened to the faint sound of water, and hurriedly found her phone, opened WeChat, and swept up and down, and found that she had only one friend, Qi Yi, who was well-connected to ask these things. .

She didn't care whether this was appropriate, she clicked on Qi Yi's portrait frame and started typing quickly, her fingertips flapping like a butterfly dancing in light and shadow.

"Xiaoyi, do you know what the two women do in bed?"

My fingertips paused, and another shot was made.

"Be specific, the more specific the better."

After waiting for three minutes, Qi Yi still did not reply, and even the words "the other party is typing" did not appear at the top. When Qing Huan waited more and more anxiously, and was about to cut out of the WeChat interface to search on her own, an unread message popped out of Ming Wancheng's dialog.

She subconsciously clicked in.

It is a network disk link, the kind with extraction code.

Soon, tomorrow night Cheng sent another message: "Master, this is a resource pack of 500 G, you save it quickly, the link may not survive tomorrow. The first folder is European and American, the second file The folder is from Japan, the third folder is with plot, and the fourth folder is TXT files, which are all my personal collections. You will learn slowly and be gentle with our ancestors. Good night~[Birth][ Bi Xin] [Bi Xin]"? ? ?

The message she sent to Qi Yi, why would Cheng reply to her tomorrow night?

Is Cheng in Qi Yi's room tomorrow night?

Or is Qi Yi in Chengcheng's room tomorrow night? ?

Qing Huan sat on the sofa in a mess.

After she was messed up, she remembered that she clicked on the link and saved the gift package that Ming Cheng carefully prepared. She clicked on her own network disk, and in a list of acting improvement related resources and backups of past scripts, the top folder named "I Love Learning" occupies the top of the list with a terrifying 500G volume. She pressed her lips tightly, clicked in, and hesitated at the interface of the four folders.

Nanyang had finished washing, and the bathroom door was opened. With the steaming mist, she walked out slowly while wiping her hair.

After taking a shower, she changed into a loose white cotton shirt and a pair of soft, close-fitting black wide-leg pants. The cotton-linen shirt is decorated with elegant wooden buttons, and each wooden button is also carved with a small and delicate plum pattern. With her body fragrance that becomes more obvious after bathing, it makes people sink unconsciously at a glance.

I want to hold her, bit her shirt button, and smell the plum blossom scent around her neck.

Nan Yang wiped her hair, sat sideways next to Qing Huan, and glanced at her phone interface, "What are you looking at?"

Qing Huan quickly pressed the lock screen button and got up in a panic, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Ok."

Nanyang didn't care much about Qinghuan's cell phone.

Qing Huan went into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer and put it next to Nanyang, with a blushing face: "You blow your hair first, I will wash it soon."

"Ok."

Nanyang gently picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, and carefully blew her hair.

When she raised her hand, Qing Huan saw nothing in her shirt from the unbuttoned neckline.

Qing Huan hurriedly returned to the bathroom, closed the door, suppressed the beating heart, and took a few long breaths before bluntly undressing.

She did wash very quickly. After washing, she didn't dry it much, and there were tiny drops of water on her back, so she put on a clean apricot sweater in a hurry. When he came out, Nan Yang was still blowing his hair, almost blowing.

Qing Huan stopped at the bathroom door, raised her hand and rubbed her hair, a little embarrassed: "Actually, I...I just didn't have time to watch the tutorial."

Nan Yang was taken aback for a moment: "...Tutorial?"

"Well," Qing Huan nodded embarrassedly, "Acheng just sent me a lot...that kind of video, I haven't had time to learn."

Nan Yang stayed for a long time, then slowly nodded: "Hmm. Then...you learn more?"

Qing Huan picked up her mobile phone, pursed her lips, and whispered: "Go to bed and lie down, let's... watch together."

"Great."

Two people walked into the bedroom one after the other, as before, one lay down and leaned against the head of the bed. In order to be able to see the mobile phone screen at the same time, they are very close, with their arms close to their arms, and Qing Huan can feel Nanyang's ironed skin through the sweater and shirt.

Qing Huan clicked on a video casually, and when he saw the two protagonists above, his face blushed to the base of his neck.

Nan Yang crossed his arms in his spare time and watched the people around him silently.

The video is not long, only 20 minutes, and there are all the necessary processes, the exposed parts are not coded, and the details that need to be carried out fall in the eyes of the people who need to learn.

At some point, Nan Yang's gaze shifted from the phone screen to Qing Huan's face.

She watched the video carefully, and watched the ban carefully. The face of the book is exactly the same.

Is this kid always so curious about such things?

After watching this video, Qing Huan recollected a bit, and felt that she had almost learned it, so she actively asked Nanyang: "So... do you want to be above or below?"

Nanyang was silent for a moment, and replied softly: "It's up to you."

Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "Then you are on it."

"……can."

Qing Huan added: "You are suffering on it."

Nanyang frowned slightly and looked at her for unknown reasons.

"I want you to be comfortable," Qing Huan blushed and whispered, "but I'm afraid of crushing you, so...so you are on top of me, I will help you, can I?"

Nanyang's entire ears and her neck were flushing. After a long time, she still nodded her head accommodatingly and agreed with Qinghuan.

Qing Huan turned off the light and lay down obediently, looking expectantly at Nanyang beside him in the dark.

Nan Yang raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Her own temperament is so cold, the restrained and provocative action of unbuttoning has increasingly infected her with a layer of fatal temptation, just like an ice and snow magnolia that has been budding on a cliff for thousands of years, finally coming for a trekking The person opened his own bones with his own hands, and exposed each of the watery and dew petals to the person's eyes one by one, performing the only once-in-a-lifetime gorgeous blooming.

After finishing the last one, Nan Yang sat up, put his hands on Qing Huan's side, and leaned over with her knees straddling her waist.

She raised her head and stared at the regularly arranged patterns on the pillow towel. She didn't dare to blink for a moment.

After a while, those patterns gradually distorted and turned into circles of waves. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a layer of water mist floated under her eyes, mixed with the lines of water still surging on the pillow towel, supporting her to get lost in the drowning again and again, and could not get rid of it again.

Trembling.

Throw up.

Damp.

Fall.

Sentimental movements were enough to soothe her empty heart for three thousand years.

I don't know how long it has passed.

It may be an hour, or it may be two hours, the bell tower in the distance made a lot of vague sounds.

The cold wind from the window cracked in and lifted up a piece of chocolate candy paper that had just been peeled off the desk.

Qing Huan squeezed the peeled chocolate and carefully stuffed it into the mouth of the woman lying on her body. The man on his body had long been unable to kneel anymore, and his whole body was weakly pressed down, the hair on the forehead and temples was all wet with sweat, and there were a little moist tears on the ends of his eyes.

Nanyang contained sweet and greasy chocolate, and even lost the strength to chew, so he could only let the cocoa butter slowly melt into water in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Qing Huan kept touching her dark and soft long hair, her tone filled with distress.

Nan Yang squeezed the sugar stains on his lips and gave a weak humble.

"Am I learning well?" Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang on her body, her voice soft and gentle, "Are you comfortable?"

"……Ok."

She seemed to only be able to make such a simple tone from the bottom of her throat.

Qing Huan smiled contentedly, rubbed the top of Nan Yang's head, "I will learn better in the future."

Nan Yang tilted her face slightly and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes on Qing Huan's long curly hair.

"Qing Huan."

She called her dumbly.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Qing Huan lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair.

Perhaps it was because she was being held in her arms at the moment, perhaps because her reason was still blurred by the aftertaste of confusion. She suddenly felt an urge to tell her everything.

If you knew all the truth, would you still be willing to let me stay tender in your arms?

"Qing Huan, do you believe in reincarnation?" Nan Yang looked at the pattern on the pillow towel that had been restored to order, and there was an unnoticeable tremor in his voice, "Do you believe it or not...I have met many of you?"

The corners of Qing Huan's lips twitched, tightening her arms on Nan Yang's back, and replied softly in her ear:

"Whatever you believe, so why not believe it."

"..."

When Nan Yang turned his head and looked into those enchanting eyes in a daze, a faint smile suddenly came from her ear:

"There are only a thousand me in the world, and I still hold you for these thousand me."

Nan Yang froze.

Her body instantly became stiff, and for a long time, under the constant caress of Qing Huan, she slowly eased.

She tightened the hands that hugged Qing Huan's neck, buried her face deeply in the neck of Qing Huan, and bit her teeth on the collar of the knitted sweater on Qing Huan's body.

After a long while, there were cold tears silently sliding down the skins of the two people close to each other.