When he was holding Shanshan again, Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was about to collapse, the kind of collapse that was tortured to the point of being unbearable.
He must have thoughts about Shanshan, and according to Aqiang's request, he doesn't have to hide his desire, but should write it on his face with this desire, and he doesn't have to care about his actions.
How intimate you are, don't worry if you stand upright and support Shanshan, Shanshan won't be angry.
But the problem is that men's desire for women is just to hold, look, and smell, and it is never their final destination. The end point of every man's desire for a woman is complete possession.
This desire to get closer to the end pushes Sheng Chuncheng, making him always want to rush forward and do more extreme actions. This is exactly what he cannot do. He can no longer go forward. It is absolutely forbidden. He must
It stops at this point, the critical point.
This is the source of Sheng Chuncheng's pain.
He felt like he was a burning fire all night long, which could be ignited at any time.
Aqiang painted "Erotic Palace" and then "Deep Affection". When Sheng Chuncheng and Shanshan were sitting face to face, as long as they looked at Shanshan and her face, the fire was still not extinguished. Sheng Chuncheng would
I had an urge to stand up suddenly and hug her desperately.
Sheng Chuncheng could only keep his current posture motionless, but closed his eyes and did not look at Shanshan.
The fire has not been extinguished yet, Aqiang is shouting again. He seems to be tired of painting "Deep Affection" and needs to go back to painting "Erotic Palace". He especially likes painting "Erotic Palace", no matter if it is after painting "Deep Affection" for a period of time
, or "Standard Photo", he would go back to paint "Erotic Palace".
Sheng Chuncheng felt that he regarded "Erotic Palace" as MSG, as a condiment, or as a source of motivation for him to continue painting.
"Come on, let's go back to "Erotic Palace"." Aqiang clapped his hands and shouted.
Now on this stage, there are props for three scenes, two wooden chairs side by side, used for painting "Standard Photo", a table and two chairs facing each other, used for painting "Deep Affection", and
There is a round sun chair, which was used to paint "Erotic Palace".
As soon as Aqiang said this, Sheng Chuncheng and Shanshan stood up from the table. Sheng Chuncheng was even a little impatient. He sat down on the sun lounger. Shanshan came over and sat on him. He took Shanshan off in one go.
Shanshan hugged her tightly and pushed her hard against her. Shanshan felt something strange.
She was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Sheng Chuncheng: "No, I'm working."
Sheng Chuncheng woke up instantly, his face flushed. If there was a hole in the ground at this time, he would definitely get in without saying a word.
Shanshan looked at him and knew why he was doing this. She touched his cheek with her hand and could actually feel his hotness. Shanshan said to Sheng Chuncheng in an almost whisper:
"It's okay, it's normal. If you don't respond, it will be my failure."
Yes, for Shanshan, she has been familiar with the way men look at her for a long time. She understands the meaning behind these naked eyes. She has seen them too much, and she has become indifferent. But if it were herself, even one
Even a blind person can conquer it. This is a new level for her and something to be proud of. She is a little proud of it.
Shanshan said this, and Sheng Chuncheng quickly said softly: "There is no way, your voice, your fragrance and skin are all too tempting. Xiaoshu is right, you have surpassed my love for Zhang Ziyihe
Yang Caini’s imagination.”
Ranwen
He is blind and he dare not say that you are too beautiful.
Shanshan laughed softly again: "I didn't expect you to be quite good at talking and coaxing girls."
What do you mean, I am blind, do I have to be clumsy and clumsy? This is the prejudice that normal people have against blind people.
While the two people were talking, Sheng Chuncheng felt that the fire in his body seemed to be radiating out from his body one by one.
He now understood why Aqiang kept cursing when facing Shanshan. There must be a fire in his body. If he didn't curse, he might not even be able to hold a pen or stand still.
, this fire will burn him.
After one night, Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was just here to give Aqiang a massage, and it wasn't a full-body massage. He was just pressing a few acupuncture points, and sitting here and there on the table.
, or holding a beautiful woman in your arms should be a pleasant and relaxing job. Unexpectedly, when it was time to call it a day, Sheng Chuncheng felt that he was almost exhausted.
He felt tired like never before. He was more tired than giving full body massages to Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan one after another. He was more tired than going up the mountain to plant sweet potatoes for an afternoon in his hometown. This kind of tiredness was not only
It was both physical and mental. Sheng Chuncheng felt that the most appropriate word to use was that it was physically and mentally exhausted.
Why was he so tired even though he had done nothing, no heavy physical work? Sheng Chuncheng knew that it was all because of the fire in his body. The fire was burning and suffering in his body, slowly draining everything from him.
After enduring it to the brink of collapse, Sheng Chuncheng's mind was in a mess all night.
Sheng Chuncheng was very afraid that he would really collapse. If he collapsed, what would happen to Chuni and Chunming? What would happen to his family?
Sheng Chuncheng even planned to back out and tell Aqiang that he had something to do next and could not come again. But when he looked at Shanshan in his arms and sitting opposite him, he felt reluctant to let him go and asked him to start from now on.
Refusing to see this face again, Sheng Chuncheng felt that he could not make up his mind.
People who take drugs and gamble know that taking drugs and gambling are not good, but they can't help but continue to take drugs and gamble again and again, and they can't help but let themselves fall into an abyss. This is probably the situation.
Sheng Chuncheng didn't know, but when he thought that once he made up his mind to tell Aqiang that if tomorrow didn't come, he would never see Shanshan again, Sheng Chuncheng ran away quickly, faster than he could make up his mind.
speed.
After finishing his work abroad, Sheng Chuncheng was about to leave when Shanshan suddenly said: "I'll see you off."
Before Sheng Chuncheng could say anything, and before he had to ask for Aqiang's permission, Aqiang was still painting at this time, not paying attention to them at all.
Shanshan picked up the nightgown on the ground and put it on her body. She came over and took Sheng Chuncheng's hand and said to him, "Let's go."
The two people walked out. It was overcast today and the yard was pitch dark with no light at all. However, for them, they were already familiar with this section of the road. The two people walked hand in hand towards the gate.
, both of them were silent and said nothing. The surroundings were so quiet that Sheng Chuncheng felt that he could hear the thumping of his own heartbeat.
When she reached the door, Shanshan didn't reach out to open the door. Instead, she suddenly turned around and said to Sheng Chuncheng, "Let's give her a hug."
Sheng Chuncheng was stunned there. Before he could recover, Shanshan had already hugged him, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Sheng Chuncheng like a dragonfly.
When Sheng Chuncheng came to his senses and reached out to hug Shanshan, Shanshan had already let go of him and stepped away. Sheng Chuncheng could only put his hand down.
"What do I mean to you?" Shanshan asked in the dark.
"Torture." Sheng Chuncheng said.
"Okay." Shanshan smiled softly, seemingly satisfied. She turned around and waved to Sheng Chuncheng: "Goodbye."
The raised hand never dropped, waving in the air as he walked. Soon, the whole person was submerged in the darkness.
Sheng Chuncheng stood there, staring blankly at the darkness, and sighed.