Groove.

Groove.

The air was boiling, but both of them stood there motionless. No one took a step rashly, and no one spoke rashly. They just let silence spread, but they felt the impact of the heart and the boiling blood in silence. Before they knew it, their breathing began to become rapid and disordered.

Huhu.

Groove.

It seems that the sound of the boiling point can be heard.

Alena looked at Ronan carefully, and the light in her eyes was surging quietly. She could sense Ronan's steps that he wanted to get close but tried his best to control. The fabric of her clothes could not wrap the extremely tight muscles. A tight surge came to her face, making people unable to breathe.

Inexplicably, Alena remembered herself just now.

It is not because time and space make each other strangers, but because they open the tip of the iceberg of their own world to each other. The Hollywood in her eyes and the classical band in his eyes are actually the same in essence. Two strange worlds that are closely related but are separated by 100,800 miles apart.

She was a little timid, not sure she had enough courage to enter that world.

Similarly, he was a little hesitant.

They all stood at the door of each other's world and wandered, reason told them that they should keep a little distance, but their emotions couldn't help but surging and tried to approach. Finally, they came here, stood at the door of the men's bathroom, briefly fled from her world and avoided his world.

In the small corner, it seems that the intersection of the two worlds has been found again.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Behind me, the club's drinking and chatting were still surging, as if they could clearly feel the surging of the world, but now the noise is gradually drifting away and eventually disappears into the auditory nerve endings, as if they are hiding in a small corner and isolating themselves out.

Bang bang!

The heartbeat that hit the eardrum was getting louder and faster, surging like a turbulent river, exploring wildly on the edge of explosion.

Then--

"Are you going to kiss me again?"

Alena mustered up the courage to break the shackles, and the voice came from the depths of her throat. Her body was eager to get close. She used all her strength to barely stand in place. She did not rush up like a moth to the flame, but the hot sound still leaked a trace of desire, almost burning her heart.

Ronan, heard it.

Alena's voice danced like a butterfly, and flew towards her lightly but surgingly. Her gently shaking wings created a tsunami-like air wave, causing storm waves deep in his heart, and her rapid breathing lost control and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

Only in this way can we barely suppress the heart and prevent the heart from jumping out of the throat.

Ronan unconsciously lightened his head, but he didn't notice at all. He had no movement in his head. He couldn't even do a simple movement like nodding. He just focused and devotedly stared at Alena's eyes. The weight of the entire soul was completely overwhelmed, and then he walked forward.

step.

One more step.

The body finally began to move. The slow steps could clearly feel the surging pressure of the whole world. Impulsively wanted to fly a moth to the flames, but the tight muscles could barely control the tremor of collapse, preventing the powerful impact of the moth to the flames from breaking into smoke and dust.

The steps are as heavy as a tremendous amount.

The air flow is overwhelming.

As the distance approaches, it seems that the airflow caused by spatial compression can be clearly felt, and the surface of the skin can clearly feel the heat, but there is no thought in the brain, it is completely blank, and just staring at the deep eyes facing each other wholeheartedly.

step.

Another step.

The entanglement of vision and vision shortens the distance between each other bit by bit, and breathing cannot help but begins to rise and fall as the steps move.

The slowing pace completely makes time lose its meaning, instantly condensed into eternity, every move, every frown and smile are revealed in the depths of the pupils, and even a flash of eyes becomes lifelike, involving the mind, and with the breath falling, causing storm waves.

Huhu.

Huhu.

The turbid and heavy breathing gradually settled and melted into the beating of the heart, and the roar on the eardrum completely disappeared. You can only feel the boiling surging of blood, spreading along the blood vessels to every corner of the body, and every inch of skin became hot and hot uncontrollably.

So surging and so boiling that you can clearly feel a huge energy swelling, as if trying to break free from the constraints of your body, rushing towards another halo that is close at hand, eager to embrace and melt, crushing the body into the muscles and blood, no longer distinguishing each other, feeling each other's temperature in the boiling hot heart.

Plop!

Plop!

The sound of heartbeat hit the roar of storms, but there was no fear or repulsion at all, just open your chest to welcome it.

near.

Get closer.

Then, the entanglement of eyes turns into entanglement of breathing, and each other's bodies are pulled closer together through exhalation and inhalation.

The hot skin and the burning breaths were completely blended together, and the faces of each other reflected deep in the pupils. They were slightly trembling because they were too hot, and their bodies were shaking gently uncontrollably, especially when the fingertips touched the skin, they became even more excited and fiercely trembling.

Alena was slightly afraid, as if she was embracing the sun, her eyes were involuntarily lowered, but her body was still standing firmly, neither leaning back nor running away. She could finally feel the feeling of moths flying into the flames, and she still resolutely even though she knew the ending.

The breathing was completely entangled. Inadvertently, the nose and nose rubbed together. The cold touch made the body tremble violently. The hotness that broke through the boiling point flowed into a hint of coolness, just like jumping directly into the blue sea in the hot summer, all the pores on the body were opened.

Heartbeat, stop.

But before the beating was restored, the lips found another part of the softness.

Touch.

One touched gently, carefully, cautiously, and seemed to have a little fear and timidity, tentatively groping the softness, and then parted.

The pupils hit another deep pupil again, and the flames in the depths surged up, and then they approached again and touched again.

But this time, the calm waves instantly evolved into surging waves. Touching, gnawing, entangling, absorbing, and all the energy burst out. The gentle touch became a collision of storms. I couldn't help but start to go deeper, and then go deeper, and ask tirelessly until it was broken into pieces. Even if it was destroyed, it was still willing to be lost. I just indulged in it. The sound of breathing and heartbeat had completely lost its rhythm.

Boom boom.

Boom boom.
Chapter completed!