Kiss You, Sweetheart

Demi thought about it and said, "don't follow me next time. There are many bacteria in the hospital. Your body is expensive. It's not good to be infected. "

"No matter how expensive my body is, won't I be infected by you?" Song Zhixin said, holding Demi closer, lowering her head, lips gently close to her earlobe, vaguely saying, "and it's intimacy."

Demi

The roots of the ears are hot all of a sudden.

"So, it's a big difference whether I come or not." Song Zhixin straightened his waist, reached out and pressed the elevator, "I don't understand. Why are you always ungrateful for my favor?"

Demi slipped her throat, grace?

I really think I'm king!

Out of the elevator, song Zhixin habitually holds Demi's hand. It was cold, and she didn't refuse. Two people slowly toward the door of the hospital, around has been very quiet, very few people.

The cold wind came with a chill. Song Zhixin suddenly stretched out his hand: "give me the thermos."

Demi was puzzled and murmured, "it's empty. I can carry it."

Song Zhixin didn't speak. After seizing it, he said, "your hand can be put in your pocket."

Demi: --

It turned out that he was concerned about her hand that he did not hold. Previously, she held a thermos with food and temperature in it, not afraid of cold. Now there was no food, the bottle was cold, and her hands were cold with the night wind.

In her heart, there was a small fire, and Demi quietly put her hand into her trouser pocket.

"You wear too little." Song Zhixin said suddenly.

"Not bad." Demi replied softly, "I'm not afraid of cold."

Song Zhixin didn't speak any more. He just shook her little hand a little harder.

When they left, they didn't turn off the heating. As soon as they pushed the door, there was a warmth, which made people feel comfortable.

Demi took the thermos to the kitchen to wash and put it away. The living room was quiet. Song Zhixin was standing on the terrace.

Demi's eyes are drooping and a little lost.

I've been sleeping with him for so long. But she still remembers the warmth of the pillow on his arm.

She wiped her hands, turned off the kitchen light, walked slowly to the door, leaned slightly against the doorframe, and said, "it's cold."

She actually said that it was cold for him to stand outside. She thought he understood, so she saved some words.

As a result, song Zhixin turned around and laughed at her: "are you reminding me that I'm going to sleep with you tonight?"

Demi: --

A look of coquettishness flashed across his face and he turned around and left. But after two steps, I suddenly realized that I was walking towards the master bedroom. I stopped, turned back to the living room, sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control and prepared to watch TV.

If she walked straight into the bedroom, he would laugh at her again. He wanted to have sex with him.

As soon as she raised the remote control, song Zhixin's hand reached over and held the remote control with a smile: "there's a TV in the bedroom. It's more comfortable to watch it in the quilt."

Demi: --

Some fates are inevitable.

Maybe it's because of song Zhixin's change of attitude towards herself that Demi's body is not so rigid. Those lingering together, as if to return to the past, each other have the most satisfied pleasure.

But song Zhixin was too tough. In the end, Demi collapsed into water, nestled in his arms, pillowed his arm, and fell asleep