Yi Yu's confused longing during the Qingming Festival

(Above)
Yuan Di was busy in the shop. He hadn't slowed down since the shop opened at seven in the morning. It wasn't until after three o'clock that business finally quieted down. He then took a short break at a small table by the door to chat with his colleagues, eat, and rest. Just as he was about to relax, the scene before him suddenly felt wonderful. A girl pushed open the door, her steps light, heading straight for the kitchen. A pale white coat draped over her back, its thin fabric revealing a light brown tank top underneath. The delicate straps of the tank top were adorned with a wooden bra strap hanging down the center. The tank top had a loose cut, slightly revealing her waist. A bright red leather belt with a dark horizontal stripe, the same color as the bra, was presumably her underwear. Her white denim shorts hugged her hips so tightly that the plaid pattern on her underwear was even visible. Barefoot, she wore bright red canvas shoes. Although her clothes were somewhat revealing and simple, her hairstyle was exquisite—deep, mud-colored hair styled in a series of twists reminiscent of a medieval girl. She was probably around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She walked with a slight limp, a very attractive young woman.
It turned out to be Yi Yu, who lived here. She came often; she worked as a clerk at a trading company, refined and introverted, but always with a sweet smile, just like now. She told the shopkeeper, "I'd like two sandwiches, and..." Her delicate, arched eyebrows framed her innocent smile. She met Yuan Di; the two usually chatted briefly, and she planned to chat with him to pass the time while waiting.
As she approached with a beaming smile, her camisole's neckline was quite low, revealing more than a third of her breasts through her brown bra. Perhaps because it was so delicately supported, it swayed as she walked. When she sat down to chat, the rise and fall of her chest was truly alluring. The plaid pattern was a pale chrysanthemum yellow mixed with a deep yellowish-brown, surrounded by a darker tree-colored hue. From a distance, her bra was the most conspicuous part of her clothing.
"I wonder what it would look like if these patterns were printed on her buttocks," Yuan Di thought. Her underwear was clearly a small triangle cut. This petite girl usually had quite a figure; he hadn't expected such a slender girl to be so...
Yi-Yu's order was simple. After a few pleasantries, she was about to leave. As she was leaving, Yuan-Di asked her, "Was it a date?" "Hey, it wasn't really a date," the shop owner replied, his face turning very unpleasant. He quickly approached her. After she left, he said sternly, "Would it be a disease if you just shut up a few more words?" Yuan-Di was puzzled and said, "Why are you being so stingy?" "Do you know what's going on today?" "It's a holiday, business is good, you should be happy." "Today is Qingming Festival! Ever since Yi-Yu started dating her ex-boyfriend in her second year of middle school, she's come here almost every day to eat sandwiches. Three years ago, after her boyfriend's accident, she only bought them for Qingming Festival, for the memorial service." Yuan-Di was stunned and didn't know how to respond. The shop owner didn't blame her either. Both of them put everything aside and imagined Yi-Yu's pitiful situation.
Yi-Yu also bought two bottles of wine. It had been three years. Two years ago, in order to make a living, she tried hard to enjoy life with her friends and learned to appreciate wine. Her boyfriend often secretly drank beer during her student days. The flowers were folded from red candy wrappers. When she first saw these gifts, she humbly asked the boy who was pursuing her for advice. She finally learned how and immediately folded them for him. Upon learning this, the boy, distressed, gave up. Flowers, wine, food, and a beautiful version of herself. Everything was prepared; she didn't need to see anyone. She began to smile bitterly, like every night in bed, like every night before in his arms, her eyes gradually reddening.
"I'm sorry, I still want to cry, I really want to cry. Can you come and scold me in my dreams? I'm so useless, so useless. But I'm sorry, don't punish me by not seeing you again tonight because of my bad behavior. I haven't seen you for four days. I've tried so hard to sleep, I've tried so hard to be good. Am I making you worry again?" Around five o'clock, as dusk approached, her boyfriend's family didn't dare to ask her out. Her boyfriend's younger brother, oblivious to the situation, asked privately, "Will you come?" "No, I already saw him on my birthday." But her boyfriend's family still waited until dusk, wanting to comfort the girl on behalf of their son. The girl knew, so she waited until after dusk to come.
Yi Yu looked at the desolate tombstone. "I'm so smart, right? Don't worry about me, okay? So, so next time I see you in my dreams, can you smile even more heartily?" She couldn't say anything silly, she couldn't say anything silly. Yi Yu sat relaxed and unceremoniously in front of the grave, peaceful, like a happy daughter before her mother. "It's your fault," she said casually, recounting in detail how a boy had pursued her, like a daughter telling her mother about her love story. "It's your fault, you used to nag like a mother." "Aside from sometimes crying, I think I'm actually very happy being with you like this." Yi Yu smiled like an angel, and also like a devil, like a madwoman.
It wasn't to pay respects to him, just to see a friend, to see someone she might forget at any moment. She brought alcohol, not because he liked to drink, but because she liked to drink it herself. The alcohol was strong, a pure whiskey, purely a personal preference. The wine wouldn't spill, and she wouldn't let him drink it; she planned to finish it all. She hadn't brought two sandwiches; she was eating them all by herself, one for dinner and one for a late-night snack.
She was afraid of getting hungry, and she had so much to say; even if it was just talking to herself, it would allow her to organize her thoughts.
If she had nothing to say, she could just go somewhere. Anyway, she was all alone.
(Chinese)
Xianwei still struggled to recount his experience, the story of a promiscuous girl.
"Actually, it's quite common for girls to get drunk and want to be taken home. But for it to happen on Qingming Festival, are you trying to say you had a ghostly stroke, or that you were raped by a ghost, or are you simply mocking my naivety?" Yuandi said.
Xianwei's face remained calm and indifferent as he spoke. Whenever he got to the climax, he would raise his voice, but if even his old friend Yuandi didn't react, he would gradually become angry and embarrassed.
Yuan Di said, "Then consider it a stroke of good luck, isn't that good enough? You don't necessarily need me to know what girls you've slept with!" "I just hate that even you don't believe me." "
Evidence."
He repeated that story again, for who knows how many times this year.
On the road near the cemetery, actually just a relatively quiet street, not usually frequented by ordinary people, but therefore a relatively wide road, Xianwei liked to ride his bike, taking all sorts of roads. That day, he happened to be there.
There was a girl, wearing a suit jacket, a collared open-chested top, and culottes, with stylish pointed leather shoes. Encountering someone on the road on the night of Qingming Festival, she would probably have to run away, but because Xianwei's bike headlight was half broken, and he didn't notice at all, he almost hit her. He braked suddenly, almost tripping, giving him two extra seconds.
He knew she was human because she smelled strongly of alcohol.
Seeing his rudeness, she shouted... "I'm sorry." She was a girl in her early twenties, seemingly drunk and sleepwalking as she walked onto the street.
"Excuse me, where can I buy water?"
He pointed to a vending machine, but she said, "They're all sold out." Still worried about her origins, he pointed towards the city center, "There will still be some over there." As he spoke, he carefully examined her body, trying to discern whether she was human or ghost. Seeing her low heels, he felt she could walk a long way, though he didn't know how far she had actually come.
"Thank you."
"Do you need directions?"
"I remember, I came this way. The buses start running at five o'clock, so it should be about that way." Being able to speak so clearly reassured him, but he still didn't dare give her a ride.
Afterwards, he repeatedly said he should have given her a ride; it would have saved so much time until they met again.
After they parted, Xianwei pondered the woman's appearance, feeling increasingly uneasy. She was clearly human, and a beautiful woman at that. He was annoyed; not to mention lust, just out of a sense of gentlemanly conduct, he should have responded to her better. He turned around but she was gone. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He ended up waiting by the soda machine she had indicated.
When he saw the vending machine, a chill ran down his spine; it seemed to have a mystical, almost fate-like quality to it—it was completely sold out. But with so many people on the mountain, this made sense. He resolved to wait for her until he was too scared to continue, then he would leave.
She walked quickly and finally arrived. The two met and exchanged cheerful smiles, like close friends.
"It's all sold out too."
"You lied to me."
He helped her into the car, and this time it was quick. They arrived at a convenience store, where she decided to buy alcohol.
They sat down next to the store, and she complained that the lights were too noisy. He listened carefully and said the sound of the lights flashing thousands of times a second was very loud. They then went to the park.
"Will you get drunk?"
"No, I'll just have a little. My mouth is so dry." She smiled, a very innocent smile.
"Let me tell you a story," she began. Perhaps due to the alcohol, she complained of being hot when they reached the park and took off her coat. She seemed very talkative, somewhat disregarding her manners; half of her neckline was exposed. Her breasts were very white, complementing her dark brown hair. Under the streetlights, she looked very much like a lost girl next door.
"I have a boyfriend who loves drinking beer, even though it's an awful drink and bad for your health. I asked him why he does it, and he explained it so many times. I was so stupid. I should have just drunk with him, why did I have to keep asking questions while I was drinking with him? He never asks questions when he's with me. He always acts like he knows everything. He probably doesn't know anything, he just knows how to be gentle. But I got angry then, angry, angry that he always understands me, but I don't understand him. I kept asking him, I was so lame. Later, I asked another friend, very humbly, and he said beer doesn't get you drunk. But he got me drunk, so drunk I woke up in his bed, only half-undressed, but my bones ached, my head hurt, my stomach hurt, and that area hurt too, that area, you know, that part of a woman's body hurts." Half of my clothes were still on me, each piece still half-on, except my bra was flipped up, and my underwear was on the floor. I felt even more humiliated than being completely naked. He lay chubby beside me. I stupidly asked, "Is there any more wine?" I took another sip. At that moment, my heart felt cold, but the wine tasted sweet. Beer is sweet, after all. I laughed hysterically, begging him to drink with me again. I comforted myself by saying I was paying tuition; the first time, beer would make me drunk, and the second time, beer was sweet. Tuition is important, isn't it? Everyone makes mistakes, but sometimes, there's no one left to forgive you. "No, it's not that bad," Xianwei explained, later realizing his comforting words were poorly executed. After several moments of guilt, he understood that all he needed to do was make a sound, and she would keep talking.
"Not entirely. I asked another guy why he watched football. I even bought a book to learn football. Of course, I didn't learn it well, hehehe. So I went to watch football games with him. The first time was at his house, I think it was four times. I got drunk every time, and when I was drunk, I wanted to sleep with him. Later I felt it was wrong, really stupid, so I asked him to take me to bars. The guys there all liked to yell and shout, just yell and shout. I only knew how to drink beer with them and yell along with them, but I never learned how to drink. I just got drunk and got picked up by random people. There was a very deep, very deep barrier, no matter how hard I tried, how drunk I got, how hard I tried to break through it, I couldn't get past it." "They saw that I was good at drinking, so they taught me how to drink, four or five kinds each time, sometimes alone, sometimes with two people, and I..." "Because it was for studying, I worked very hard to earn money to buy alcohol. I spent money every day sleeping with boys, and my hair got all dry from drinking. I only slowed down because I was afraid my family would find out." "I also had to shamelessly pretend to be innocent in front of others. When they praised me for being cute, gentle, and introverted, I didn't even react. I was trying hard to put on this fake image, even though I was a bad woman who slept with others for the sake of something." "Actually, I'm also lustful. The boys are really beautiful. I accepted their advances and pretended to be a girlfriend, but they didn't admit it in the end. People thought I didn't want boys, that I just liked an empty life." "Don't drink when your mind is empty, or you won't be able to distinguish between reality and dreams; it will all be empty." "Am I drunk?"
"Of course you're drunk." Xianwei finally found a chance to speak.
"If you fall down, you have to get up from where you fell down."
"Yeah." Xianwei said.
"So I should go back to where I was drinking, otherwise, losing my memory will be very painful." "Miss, you won't remember what happened tonight tomorrow," Xianwei said.
"No, no, losing my memory, losing the memory of what's happening now, is only for a day, but losing the memory of the past is very embarrassing, very scary, very painful." Xianwei thought to himself, only someone who has learned to talk so much can persuade me to be so audacious.
"Once, someone asked me if I could use five thousand dollars to see this." The woman opened her clothes, revealing a checkered bra, blue and white, like a European style, with many bows attached.
"Is this still worth five thousand yuan? I'll give you five thousand yuan. Will you take me back to the place where we met?" "I'm so afraid you'll find me. I'm so scared, so I didn't bring my wallet. I left it where I came from. I'll find it when I wake up. I don't have any money. But I have this. I'll get it for you, and then you can take me back, okay? This is too bad. I should still be young in five years, right? I won't be like this after five years. Human memory only lasts seven years, right? After seven years, I'll forget the person who made me angry. After fourteen years, I'll forget why I made someone angry. No, no, no. That's not what I meant." She put her hand on Xianwei's crotch. Seeing that he didn't resist, she easily pulled it out, fiddled with it for a while, and then sucked on it.
The taste of the penis was salty and sour.
The taste of the tongue was warm and spicy.
When you're tense, it's actually when your organs are relaxed.
When you're relaxed, it's because your body can't take it anymore.
These are all the sensations of drinking alcohol.
Those eight-shaped eyebrows are so erotic.
Xianwei pulled her up, looking at her innocent face, unaware of her past. She asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" "Can I do it to you?"
Her hands continued, and she asked again, "Are you uncomfortable?"
He let her continue, humbly using his hands. When he returned, he first sucked on her tongue in small sips, like a kiss, then ate it, ate it in large gulps.
Was it the alcohol? Her tongue felt so warm, her saliva so pungent.
"I want to cum."
He licked her until it tasted like his own tongue. Was it the alcohol? His penis felt so warm, slippery like water.
A jumble of semen was about to spray out, and she moved closer freely, covering his penis with her shirt, again and again, slowly getting it all over her body. She smiled softly, casually using a can of beer as water to wash her clothes.
On the way back, in front of a convenience store, "Can I buy a pack of tissues?" Xianwei asked.
She smiled noncommittally.
It felt like she was about to scream, "My head hurts so much, my head hurts so much, it hurts like I have amnesia!" But just a second before, she was a perfect baby. Peaceful. Helpless. Gentle.
Suddenly, she walked to the condom stand and asked, "Do you want more?"
The clerk gave her a cold, vicious look.
Until she said, "I'm in a bad state right now. If you want more, you should also buy some lubricant." The clerk, like a relative or elder, was distressed by a secret he shouldn't know, gave a bitter smile, and said, "Please." Xianwei bought them all. He was cruel after his first ejaculation.
Next to the motorcycle, he asked her,
"Is it okay to ride naked?"
"Where do I put my clothes?"
"In the back."
She took them off without a word. She was very thin, so thin that she didn't seem like someone with bad habits, but actually, she wasn't that thin; she just really looked like an underage student. She didn't have a particularly alluring bust. She was an ignorant child, even though her body was already quite developed.
Her nipples were pink, men said, but in terms of physical characteristics, her pubic bone was somewhat faintly visible, and her shoulders weren't large. Although she stood up with an air of confidence bordering on shamelessness, from a distance, she still appeared extremely shy.
She rested her left hand on her right elbow, casually saying a few words, avoiding eye contact.
A breeze blew, the spring wind still a bit chilly. She leaned closer and asked, "Are you cold?" Xianwei said no.
This was the second time his pants had been pulled down; this time he seemed quite adept. She, on the other hand, was a little awkward.
"Would you like to sit on me?" she asked.
He sat in front of the motorcycle, and she leaned closer, wanting to hug him tightly because of the chill. She only had one hand free to grasp his penis and place it inside her. Her body was surprisingly slippery; it didn't need lubrication.
When their genitals touched, she stared intently at him, lost in thought, her mind seemingly about to explode. That tiny opening was about to expand hundreds of times. She took a deep breath, her movements very slow, going back and forth several times, only managing to penetrate the glans a little deeper. A man's most private organ is like a capricious little child, so eager to be filled, so willful, so wild, so... so silly, so understanding of a woman's feelings.
Being held when lonely is wonderful.
Being filled is blissful.
The feeling of being filled.
The feeling of being twisted and turned.
A prolonged sense of helplessness.
They did it once in the car, and again at the venue. He wanted a third time, but she said it always hurt. He thought about how his own genitals hurt too, and suddenly felt a connection, abandoning the idea.
He pointed in that direction, indicating they had arrived and were parting.
"Let's go," she said blankly, squatting down.
Seeing Xianwei about to leave, she hurriedly added, "Also, promise me you won't tell anyone." "Okay."
"I'm afraid others will be disappointed," she explained.
"--Those who like him will be disappointed. So that's what she's like." "Okay." His Chinese voice was genderless; Xianwei didn't understand.
Hsien-wei felt this was somewhat tragic, attributing it to alcohol. He had drunk two cans with her in the park; she had bought strong liquor to drink.
Yuan-di listened repeatedly and felt Hsien-wei was extremely erratic. Hsien-wei's serious demeanor, as if he had encountered something tragic and absurd, and his sorrowful expression made him seem worldly and mature. This feeling was infuriating; this infuriating image made even the sympathetic understanding of the story impossible.
However, Yuan-di suddenly remembered this story today.
Yi-yu had many plaid skirts; her old high school uniform was blue-green plaid. Was it her
boyfriend's hobby?
His libido surged, like a tidal wave.
(Below)
Yi-yu's unladylike sitting posture, with her hands on her knees and her feet and buttocks on the ground, would have been visible to him if he had eyes.
"I love making love with you,"
Yi-yu said with hazy eyes.
"No matter what boy I sleep with, none of them have ever felt as good as dreaming about having sex with you." Her hand moved towards her private parts; she wanted to masturbate there.
Extremely disrespectful.
She often had dreams like this.
In her dream, her boyfriend would emerge, squat directly in front of her, lift her lower body, and loosen his belt, causing her hot pants to flare out. The hot pants were just a horizontal strip, the length almost level with her crotch, and now, with the flare, her underwear was even more clearly visible. The bra straps were knotted, and when loosened, they almost fell out of her bra. Her boyfriend used to adjust her clothes like this in the bedroom, then pretend to do nothing. She would start asking for kisses, constantly seducing him; the game was always like this.
They would start a deep kiss, exploring many layers. She wanted to write on his tongue, but every time she tried to move it, he would slip away, turning the tables and attacking again and again. Her breathing became faster and faster, and she was about to scream.
"Do you still want to see me?"
"Otherwise, why would I come?
" "But I'm already a bad person."
"So you have to work harder, put in more effort for happiness."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "You did this bad thing because you were secretly thinking of me, right?
" "Thinking of you shouldn't be a bad thing.
" "Tell me what you did wrong, okay?"
"Okay."
"Do you want to go somewhere quiet?"
"Can we leave here?"
He grabbed the back of her head, very close to her, using body heat to feel the distance and position. He nodded.
"Wow."
"Is there anywhere you've thought of?"
"To your house, hey."
"My house?"
"No, no, anything is fine, just somewhere we're here." "Okay, that's good."
"Mmm."
"So, how do you want to go?"
"Can you fly?"
"Do you think I'm a ghost?"
"No, no, no." Yi Yu shook her head frantically. Only a drunk girl could be this cute, he said.
He said that if she wanted to leave, she had to tie a loop. Because of a slightly awkward rule, this condition had been stated many times.
"After wearing this ring, I feel like a medieval maid." Yi Yu ignored the stories and simply nodded, agreeing. They happily held hands and went to a small hut nearby.
"Will you take me back there in the morning and I'll wake up?"
"Yes, I'll take you back there. I won't send you away again." Yi Yu nodded, hugging him tightly. Once, he took her away from the cemetery and then suddenly disappeared. She wandered around frantically, unable to find her way out of the way; she had been to this place hundreds of times. But he disappeared, just like that. Suddenly, she sobered up, her drunken state making it impossible for her to dream of him. She became even more furious. She craved alcohol. Later, she seemed to get drunk again, but she couldn't remember the details.
Actually, she did remember her boyfriend warning her not to sleep with just anyone.
But she didn't want to say anything more.
"Can we just make love without talking?"
"Hmph."
"It's like me saying 'Yiyi,' and you saying 'Ah, haha,' and then 'Hehehehe.'" A girl's smile, when it's innocent, can seem quite lewd.
"Weren't you going to tell me about some things I did wrong?"
"Can I come see you often? Can I not know my boyfriend? Can I?" "No."
Don't reject someone gently.
When accepting someone, don't become cold.
Just like that, like him in that familiar heartbeat, just like that, being held is enough happiness.
"Let's make love first, and then..."
"Make love again." Yiyu kissed him again. By this time, her hair had been untied, with knots everywhere. She liked it this way; it gave her an excuse to have his hands hold the back of her head. Now she could kiss him freely, and he couldn't escape.
Because he was her boyfriend. So she had to kiss him deeply.
She could lie limply in bed, feeling wonderful.
Her boyfriend told her to turn around, and this time, he transformed into someone else.
"You little devil. Are you going to cause trouble for our relationship again? I'm not being naughty enough, do you want me to be even more naughty?" "Just treat me like your boyfriend, okay?"
"Yes, yes! You're my boyfriend, my lover, you have to love me! So, shall we begin?"
(The End)
Everyone has a really bad friend. In Xianwei's eyes, Yuandi is a really bad person; and in Yuandi's eyes, Ansheng is a really bad person. Yuandi is irresponsible, while Ansheng doesn't even have a job.
He boasts that he has a woman sent from heaven who, since last July, has been getting drunk in front of his house and regularly having sex with him. Later, he thought this woman could be sold. Yuandi asked for details. The last time was in November. He recognized Yiyu as having a Scorpio pendant, which he guessed was a gift from her boyfriend. Their anniversary, his birthday, his death anniversary, her own birthday, the spring and autumn memorial days—damn, there are so many. However, he simply wanted a woman. Yuan Di slammed his hand on the table and said,
"Then I'll buy her."
"Then come to my house."
An Sheng was counting his income, while Yuan Di straddled Yi Yu.
Her eyes were watery, and she was only wearing a set of underwear with a sexy dog collar around her neck. Yi Yu looked at him without any shyness, but rather with a sense of helplessness. Yuan Di was already naked, holding Yi Yu's hands down with his own, his eyes fixed on this plaything with intense longing.
Yi Yu wasn't his dream goddess, but someone he thought of on many lonely nights. He had planned to share these dreams with his friends, but in reality, his friends had all slept with her. However, like his boss, the Yi Yu he saw now was still quite naive.
"What do you know?" An Sheng asked.
"Can you move away?" Yuan Di said.
The situation was awkward, but in front of An Sheng, Yuan Di actually became even harder.
Yuan Di looked back at Yi Yu, asking lecherously, "How do you like me to do you?" "Ugh, ugh, why are you asking this?"
"I want to hear you say."
"No, actually, if it's you... then it's fine! It's just that, it's just that every time it's... it's faster. Hmm! So, I can satisfy you first. Anything is fine, as long as you do me, I'll be very satisfied. I'm sorry... am I being too lewd?" Yi Yu looked at him, the boy seemed to know everything, and with that knowing look, she remained silent.
"I like, I like lying on my stomach, and then you bite my ear, I hear your whispers, and then deeply, we melt together, I'll climax easily, I'll feel great, I'll feel like a slut. You're so bad, I'm already lying under you, and you still want to bully me, are you happy to hear me begging you to do me?" "I like watching you stare at me lewdly. So, shall we start?" Yi Yu turned around, slightly raised her buttocks, and rubbed them against his penis. He scratched around, then yanked his pants off, pulling them down to cover his legs. He didn't pull his underwear off, and just like that, he entered. No foreplay needed; her pussy was incredibly wet.
"I like it even more…the feeling of being in your arms no matter how I try to hide. Hmm, hum! Hmm--ah, you, you idiot! How…how…so annoying! So annoying!" What happened?
Her earlobe was being bitten.
Her body was completely devoured.
"So annoying! Pretending to be someone else is one thing, but why, why does my own penis have to get so erotically big? I'll break, I'll break…" "Hmm--hmm--hmm--hmm--disgusting!" His waist was so moving, so strong…he wanted to play with her like a toy.
It's over, it's over, it's over! Yi Yu gradually began to moan like a scream. He opened his mouth and bit her.
"How many positions do you know? Can you make me climax in every position?" "No need for that (I'm so embarrassed), don't (I'm so embarrassed) serve me, like this...like this is good (I'm so embarrassed, why pretend, I...I'm trying so hard to suck...), do it to me like this (you big bad guy)...Waaah! Waaah--waaah!" Yi-Yu said, making sounds that were almost like laughter, like crying.
The penis seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, gradually reaching her, her whole body gradually going numb, like goosebumps, that indescribable state of shame.
Yi-Yu resisted a little, tried to turn over, but was immediately stripped naked. The missionary position, you can use the missionary position to press the two people's chests together seamlessly. You can hear the other person's soft, embarrassing panting, heartbeat, and the friction of skin touching skin when they are frantically excited. You
actually started to expect it. When their bodies met, Yi Yu smiled and asked,
"Just keep doing it to me, forever, okay?"
"What if I ejaculate?" Yuan Di asked.
"In that case, I'll bite it hard for you."
"Hey, you're so horny."
It seemed like everything could be solved so easily, two very young minds.
Yi Yu suddenly hugged him tightly, wanting to bite his ear.
Eat you.
I want to eat you too.
Tell me, okay?
"Hey."
"Tell me, you're not my fantasy.
"Tell me, you're not the fantasy I'm obsessed with.
"Tell me, you're a real memory, not me superimposing another boy's shadow onto you.
"Tell me, I love you, not men, not loneliness, not being pampered and looked at, I love you.
"I love you, really, I love you. I love you so much.
"If all of this is a fantasy, then tomorrow's headache, the back pain from sleeping in the mud, that absurdly terrifying pain, all of it, is just a fantasy, right? Otherwise, I really love you.
"Why is loving you such a terrifying thing?"

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