leaning on dreams

34 burning love

He bent his knees and parted my legs, and kissed from top to bottom with his lips, leaving an ambiguous wet mark on his chest.He unbuttoned my pants with one hand and worked his way down the spine with the other.

"Humph." I snorted because he held mine with one hand.

The panting sound became heavier and heavier, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, and the bodies embracing each other became closer and closer, trying to rub each other into the flesh and blood.

"Come on," I said.

He smiled and said, "Okay." He immediately sped up his movements.

"Well..." After a while, all my things were in his hands.

"Hey, look, it's all yours." He glanced at the things in his hand and said to me with a smile.

I glared at him, not wanting to say anything.

"It's far away, it's not over yet." He whispered in my ear.

I didn't speak, just relaxed my body.

"Nice," he said.

I gave him a blank look and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Sure enough, he didn't speak any more, he directly lifted one of my legs, and his fingers came in with something sticky and slippery.

"Slow down, it hurts." I snorted and reminded him.

He didn't answer, and his movements still didn't slow down. The pain made me stiff all over.

"Ji Ziyan, it hurts, take it easy, ah!" He didn't listen, but before I finished speaking, a second finger broke in, and my whole body trembled, it hurt, it hurt very much.

Because it hurt so much, I couldn't help but had tears in my eyes. I looked at him wronged, not knowing what was going on with him.

He finally looked up at me, kissed my nose, and said, "This time, I must make you hurt, and let you always remember this time, lest you forget me in four years."

I was slightly taken aback, silently acquiescing.

"I want you to remember who is the one who makes you cry."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his waist and forced his way in.

"Ah!" I burst into tears in pain, but still smiled lightly and hugged him tightly.

"Ji Ziyan, let me hurt." I said.

He didn't answer, but his movements became faster and faster, hitting the most painful place in my heart.

I turned my head and looked out the window, the cherry blossom tree was in full bloom.

It may be wise for Ji Ziyan to leave this time, so that he can do what he wants to do, and it will also reduce the burden on the family.It is impossible to change anything in four years. Perhaps the only change is that the once immature heart has become stable and mature.

In the evening we went back to Ji’s house, because he was going home to pack some things. The plane ticket was booked for tomorrow afternoon, and the destination was the distant United States, where he would enter the Loma Linda University School of Medicine in Ontario, California, to study his favorite medicine , until returning four years later.

Watching him tidy up his things, I suddenly said to him: "I will wait for you."

He turned around and said softly, "I know."

"Ah."

I thought about it again and said, "Remember to remind me when you come back."

"Didn't you let me find my way back?" He asked with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, just remember to remind me." I said.

"Okay." He replied.

At night, we hugged each other and fell asleep. This is probably the last time we slept with him this year. I hope we can have a good dream.