Greedy.

Chapter 23

You wake up peacefully.

The bedroom in the light-off mode is pitch black, and the time cannot be seen.You were at a loss for a moment, and then the memory of the previous limb entanglement suddenly came up, you almost held your breath, and slightly turned your head.

It is still as dark as ink, but you are suddenly very sure that he is there.You feel his fingertips lightly resting on your wrist, a small connection.

The circling restlessness landed quietly, turned into feathers, and lingered across the tip of my heart.

A little numb.

It may be that you were forced to sleep in the period before dawn. After the time regained its autonomy, your sleep after the early morning is extremely fragile, almost to the point of waking up every hour.It seems to rely on this kind of awakening to make sure that the nightmare is gone.

But now you are not alone.

Listening to the shallow and regular breathing of the person next to the pillow, you smiled silently, closed your eyes again, and quietly counted his breaths in the dark.

Then the night of waking up in the future will no longer be so long and lonely.

When I opened my eyes again, the bedroom had been automatically adjusted to a soft light mode, indicating that it was already after nine o'clock in the morning.

You found that you had unconsciously changed from sleeping on your back to lying on your side facing Qiao lightly, as if you wanted to bury your head in the socket of his shoulder, so close that you could kiss his shoulder as soon as you lowered your head.

It seems that I want to get closer to him even in my dream, you think, what should I do?

It's too clingy.

But I also tried the stickier one yesterday.

Fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on at a low level, so it was not too hot so close.

Forget it.

……

But your hand moved restlessly under the quilt, and sneaked towards Qiao Qing's direction.

The unique warmth that belongs to life drills into your pores as your arms approach. The air in the room is cold, but the quilt is warmed by the body temperature of two people.

Like two little squirrels hugging each other for warmth in the ice and snow.

This association makes you laugh.But thinking about it carefully, being a squirrel with Qiao Qing seems to be quite happy.In winter, they sweep their big tails, pull out the food stored before, and just sit there facing each other all day long, gnawing pine nuts.When the night was dark, they hugged each other and slept in the cave. Outside the cave, it was snowing all over the sky, and inside the cave were only the warm and soft bellies of each other.

It's spring, so we hold hands and walk through the tired and thick snow to find food.

……

what.

You want to pinch the bridge of your nose too.Why do people love to dream so much when they are happy?It's just a dream that kills the will.

On the one hand, you were helpless, but on the other hand, your demonic hand didn't stop for a moment, and it had already touched Qiao Qing's arm.The skin-to-skin contact at this moment is different from all the previous ones.

The intimacy of last night seemed to be still warm, and there was an indescribable intimacy and eagerness between the caresses, which made people's pulse throbbing.But it's softer and more serene, mingled with satisfying familiarity, than the possessive longing laced with it.

Just touch a point, and the picture of the film has already flowed in succession.The slightly raised arc of his neck, the back with a thin layer of sweat, and the tight waist.

You close your eyes.I can't tell whether I want to blink away, or I want to keep the picture longer.

You groped for Qiao Qing's hand, first counted his knuckles with your fingertips, and then touched his curled fingertips one by one with your index finger like joints.

Qiao Qing remained motionless.

You paused maliciously, slid into his palm, and touched his winding palm lines.

You are very patient, like mapping a star map, while cruising gently on the channel, you draw interlaced mottled curves in your mind.

How did Qiao Qing describe you before?

Open your teeth and dance your claws.

Hmm, it fits.

You explored carefully and repeatedly several times.It wasn't until the star map was formed that you mercifully let go of his palm and marched along the side gap.

You followed the small bend in his tiger's mouth, the arc of a crescent.Then, like a mooring, you gently slipped into his tiger's mouth.

It stuck just right.

Qiao lightly struggled with his index finger, and he suddenly backhanded and grabbed your palm.Like a cat that has finally had enough of it.

You smiled secretly, finally lowered your head, and burned a page of the same light kiss through a thin layer of fabric.

It should be a sunny morning.you think.

In the blink of an eye, the dead leaves fell to the frost, and the autumn wind passing through the forest could no longer disturb the sound of the waves.

In the past two months, you have successfully learned to swim, and you especially like backstroke; Qiao Qing devoted himself unremittingly to the sugar industry, bought a lot of equipment, and made hard candies, jelly candies, and polished candies successively , the candies, without exception, were all wrapped in cellophane.

Regardless of the taste, at least the appearance is shining, which is very extraordinary.Its taste, Qiao Qing, has exerted extraordinary creativity. It is often a mixture of two or three flavors, and there is a Mariana Trench between the color and taste.Once you drank a bitter medicine and wanted to sweeten it back, so you took an orange one in a hurry. When you swallowed it, it was citric acid that was not worthy of being called sugar at all.

It has been contained until there is only a core left, and a little sweetness of orange is quietly bordered.You are overjoyed, but before the numb taste can taste something, the sour orange smell comes back again.

There is also a feint, waiting for an opportunity!

The revived sense of taste has been caught right, and you don't want to eat sugar for three days.

Afterwards, Qiao Qing said that he "accidentally" made it, "accidentally" mixed it with sugar, and you just "accidentally" picked it.

You added with a sneer.He also had to "accidentally" mix orange red with a pile of dark blue and light green, for fear that it would not be dazzling enough, "accidentally" put the dish of sugar next to the medicine bowl to show his thoughtfulness, and finally "accidentally" put the dish of sugar next to your medicine bowl When I got it, I laughed out loud, oh, this should be really careless.

Qiao Qing finally made a cup of lychee honey to apologize, and did not forget to add a slice of tender lemon.

You also want to beat him softly.

Qiao Qing is like a base station, with him as the center, radiating your interest and curiosity in all directions.Your frozen soul quietly revived beside the stove named "Joe Light", and you have the ability to walk upright again.

You just turned on a light and tentatively walked into the ice and snow.The way back was gradually covered by fresh snow, but the way out seemed to be still possible.

... like a reunion after a long absence.

The author has something to say:

small theater.

Whispered one night before going to bed:

Qiao Qing: "You seem to like studying my hands very much."

"I like to touch you." You rolled your eyes, "I usually just touch outside the clothes if I want to, and I just stick in if I want to."

"Oh." Qiao was silent for a while, "Then you...you can do it yourself."