Insomnia

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This is the first time, seeing Wen Qingying's body so unobstructed, although the hug is more realistic, but this way of seeing is obviously more impactful.

Wen Qingying probably loved to exercise before, but now she works in a flower shop every day, so her muscle lines have not disappeared at all. She is thin and smooth, and with such cold white and flawless skin, Tao Ling reminds Tao Ling of the past again. The old metaphor comes.

This man is probably made of marble, or carved out by the best artist in the world.

Thinking about it this way, the desire/fire in Tao Ling's heart was actually suppressed a bit.

But when it was in front of Wen Qingying, no matter how much he thought he was a work of art, it was hard to control his emotions.

Tao Ling was afraid that he would have a nosebleed, so he wiped it much faster and used a lot of strength on his hands. When the towel wiped Wen Qingying's chest, the skin would turn from white to red in an instant.

Seeing this change clearly, Tao Ling pretended to be innocent and coughed twice. He wanted to wipe it one last time and then stopped. When he pushed up, his fingers inadvertently passed by Wen Qingying's heart.

In fact, it's not true that he hasn't touched him before, but this is too sudden, the moment the skin touches, the whole person feels like an electric shock.

He suddenly wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wen Qingying suddenly raised her arm and squeezed his fingers.

The towel fell from his hand and fell into a basin of hot water on the ground, splashing water on his body.

Wen Qingying's hand was getting stronger and stronger, Tao Ling raised his head in panic, and met his gaze. Those eyes were not the usual soft look, showing a bit dark and gloomy, but Tao Ling felt more trapped in them.

He was wrapped up in this sight and turned into a cocoon waiting to emerge and transform.

Tao Ling's hand was pulled to cover Wen Qingying's heart. Tao Ling was dizzy. He didn't know if it was an illusion or a fact. He could almost feel Wen Qingying's crazy heartbeat.

After a while, he suddenly realized that the beating of his fingers might be his own.

This feeling is so wonderful, as if the heartbeats of two people have merged into one, and the medium is Tao Ling's hand.

Tao Ling was only wearing a sweater. He didn't know when he took off the sweater, and he didn't know when he moved forward. Anyway, when he came to his senses, he was already in Wen Qingying's arms, and his mouth was smelling Qingying's breath took over, and the warmth of Qingying's back could be heard in the palm of my hand.

Why did Wen Qingying's hand get injured? Tao Ling suddenly felt a little aggrieved. He felt that there was nothing behind him, not safe enough, not close enough.

While I was thinking, my body suddenly felt an extremely unfamiliar touch.

His whole body froze, he stopped kissing, and opened his eyes involuntarily.

Sensing his state, Wen Qingying's touch suddenly froze, as if he was suddenly awakened, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

Fireworks exploded in his mind. Tao Ling noticed that Wen Qingying wanted to move away, so he reflexively suppressed his wrist.

Wen Qingying was startled, seeing the confusion in his eyes clearly, and kissed the tip of his nose again.

"Wen Qingying." Tao Ling shouted hoarsely.

Then he lowered his head and buried his face in Wen Qingying's neck as if to escape.

Closing his eyes, the body's feelings were infinitely magnified. For a moment, his hand passed Wen Qingying's waist and reached towards Wen Qingying, using the same movement to repay the happiness he gave her.

It was originally agreed not to take a shower, but in the end it still failed to move in the direction of "agreed".

It was late at night, and Wen Qingying was lying on his side, looking at the people next to him in the darkness of Yuxidu's home.

There was a little distance between the beds, not too far, but not as close as when they slept together before. Tao Ling's back was turned to him, his thumb unconsciously put in his mouth, biting his nails.

After a long time, Tao Ling suddenly put down his hand, turned over, came closer, put himself into Wen Qingying's arms, hugged his neck, and said to himself: "You can avoid this if you put your hands behind my back." Got a wound."

Wen Qingying also moved forward, hugged the person in front of her with one hand, and gently placed the bandaged hand on his back.

It was as if Tao Ling had used his body to build a support for him.

"Wen Qingying," Tao Ling said to himself in the darkness with his eyes wide open, "I like you so much, more than I thought. Can you imagine? I'm almost thirty years old, and I never thought But I can like other people.”

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