Chapter Ten

  "Have you drunk my milk?"

  Nothing.

  "Why don't you drink the stinky stuff."

  "No."

  "Is it because it's blood?"

  "Water is just water. Blood is just blood."

  "I'm not talking nonsense. The Buddhist scriptures also say 'milk is transformed from blood'..."

  Her lips were just beside his. A soft whisper escaped.

  He also spoke with her. His voice was low and mellow, slightly hoarse.

  (Omitted)

  Her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, her eyes vague and mysterious.

  "May I take a look?"

  "What's going on."

  "Look below."

  They are closely linked together.

  He turned his head and looked at her.

  She leaned her head on his shoulder, with a little demon dwelling in her eyes, lazy and drunk.

  He inserted his hand into her hair at the back of her head, lifted up her face. As if in a desert on a moonless night, he scooped up a goatskin full of spring water. The black hair was like strings of dripping water seeping from the goatskin.

  His lips were his other small hands. They twisted open the mouth of the water bag. He kissed her mouth. They scooped up the spring water inside. He saw his own eyes on the surface of the water.

  Kiss. Kiss. (Omitted).

  He held her head down low.

  Two people looked down together...

  How to be charming.

  (omitted) ... too far back. Can't see clearly. He can see it very clearly.

  Only noticed blackness.

  "Why is it so dark."

  He was a bit entranced. Staring. Willing to make a deal with the devil. Forever remembering this slow and crushing feeling.

  "Why is it so dark." Her voice was trembling. She asked again.

  He is still looking over there.

  "It's been burned."

  "It hurts to death."

  "Uh-huh."

  She hugged his neck again. "I'm also in pain."

  He wrapped his arms around her waist. Deeper and deeper. His voice trembled slightly. "You're in pain because you're a little delicate..."

  She bit his epaulette button. "Don't go."

  He gently rubbed her buttocks with one hand."Mm-hmm."

  Infatuated and enchanted. Deeply affectionate and sincerely devoted.

  No matter how you entangle and linger, this kind of place is called a den of iniquity.

  Shut up.

  Not only promiscuous but also extremely dissolute. Not taking the usual path. The back door has collapsed.

  But who spit on whom?

  Two. One is a strange "mix". Heads are thorough and unconventional; one is a delicate "joke". Daring to be bold, with an air of responsibility that cannot be ignored.

  She fell asleep. He had softened. But still hung on that closed place. Because she still held it with one hand.

  He didn't hold her anymore.

  He withdrew his hands and clasped them together, resting his head on one side in a leisurely manner. Sometimes he fiddled with the instrument, sometimes he listened intently with his ear to one side, concentrating his mind.

  He has been trained. It's okay to lie on his side for a few days and nights.

  She doesn't like to move either. She's asleep. Very still and quiet. Sometimes she even makes a few snoring sounds. This is a child who sleeps very well. Doesn't like to toss and turn.

  It's already passed like this in just one night.

  He was lying on his upper body, playing with an iPad. She held the second ancestor's hand that had fallen off. He was warmly sandwiched between his legs. He also followed his nature. His pants weren't even on. In fact, he had a habit of sleeping naked.

  Suddenly felt something between her legs. Her fingertips moved slightly... Did she wake up?

  He put down the iPad and slightly raised his head to look at her.

  She saw her take out another hand and rub her nose dazedly. As if she wanted to turn over, but how could she? Next to her was the earthen wall that would hit her nose.

  This isn't right. Just a slight turn and they bumped into each other. "Ow," she whispered.

  He chuckled low in his throat. She looked like a little puppy. He then moved his hand down, as if it was habitual, to pinch her butt.

  "Don't be stingy." He was just about to pull her hand.

  A hand reached out to her. She suddenly woke up with a start.

  A glimpse of insight. A confined space.

  A pungent smell of soil.

  Another hand as beautiful as a ghost stretched out towards her...

  "Ah."

  He was faster than her. He covered her mouth again.

  "How scary it is to wake up once... Ah..." But she didn't finish her sentence... She bit him.

  She bit him but he didn't react much. The key is that her whole body was unusually tense this time. She was really scared.

  He hastily lifted her waist and held her in his arms."Mmm."

  I saw her eyes. They were filled with shock and disbelief.

  She relaxed her mouth. "I... I. You... you..."

  Good good drop a god. After three rounds of stealing pleasure in the yamen, I slept for two and a half days. Finally... returned to my true form bird.