"How do you know so much? It feels like this will all happen later. How can you be so sure?"
Song Yishan was a little skeptical. When Qiao Jinling said this, she was extremely excited, as if she had seen the Jinshan Silver Mine and was waiting for her to dig it.
"Do you still remember the first time we met by the river? I told you that I am a little fairy, I am not a mortal, and I know many things. Do you believe it or not?"
Qiao Jinling was very proud. There wasn't much she could know, so she might as well make good use of it.
"I believe it."
Song Yishan suddenly came closer, his tone as gentle as water.
"Haha, what's going on? How come the older you get, the easier it is to deceive. I told you these things when I was a kid, but you didn't believe a word of it."
"Now I believe whatever you say."
Song Yishan suddenly leaned down, and the warm breath lingering in Qiao Jinling's ears.
Qiao Jinling froze instantly, her body tensed up, and she didn't hear what he said clearly. She only felt that his cheeks were itchy from his breath, and it was itching all the way to her heart.
"Well, I really can't tell, since when did you become so good at talking?"
Qiao Jinling turned her face, a few strands of hair fell on her temples, and a blush spread from her neck to her earlobes, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
"I only do this to you."
Song Yishan stretched out his hand and gently tucked the strands of hair behind Qiao Jinling's ears.
"You know? I don't have you in my memory, but you live in my body. You may think it's strange, and it sounds contradictory. I don't know what's going on. I can't remember the specific things, but my body
I can’t help but want to be close to you.”
Song Yishan got closer and closer, and his voice became deeper: "I seem to be split into two parts. Reason and memory are one me, and emotions and body are another me. Maybe only meeting you will make me schizophrenic.
Bar."
"Fool, no matter which one you are, it's you. If you have a schizophrenia, then wouldn't I be lucky? I have two of you at once."
Qiao Jinling took the initiative to grab Song Yishan's hand. His palms were covered with sweat and his fingertips were cold.
"So greedy, you still want two of me?"
Song Yishan suddenly pulled Qiao Jinling over. Her waist was soft, and Song Yishan's arms were long enough to wrap his arms around her.
However, Qiao Jinling didn't expect that she lost her balance and staggered, and her chin hit Song Yishan's shoulder.
Qiao Jinling saw that his cold face was slightly cracked, with a hint of panic and embarrassment on his face. She straightened up quickly and apologized loudly, but suddenly hit the bridge of his nose.
"I'm so sorry. I hit your chin and your nose again. Let me see if your nose bleeds?"
Qiao Jinling was in a hurry and made mistakes. She had never had such close physical contact with a man, so she was panicked and in various situations.
It's so useless!
Qiao Jinling was upset because he had lived in a dog's belly for these years. Although he had never practiced it, he had read a lot of pornographic books and movies. Even if there was a disconnect between theory and practice, it would not be such an exaggeration.
Once Qiao Jinling's brain goes astray, it is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins and cannot be taken back.
"Are you distracted?"
Song Yishan's tone was obviously dissatisfied. After teasing him, he hit him again. This woman didn't know what she was thinking.
"No. Hehe, well, that's just me. When I think about something, I can't stop. Does it still hurt?"
Qiao Jinling stretched out her little hand to rub it for Song Yishan. It looked a little red and swollen. It must have been quite painful from the two bumps just now.
"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."
Song Yishan was a little angry. He stood there with his hands behind his hands, like an angry child, with his head held high and his mouth curled up. He was obviously angry, but he stubbornly said something against his will.
What made him angry was that the atmosphere he had finally created was ruined.
"It really doesn't hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt. I'm sure it won't hurt."
"Um...did you want to hug me just now?"
Qiao Jinling fluttered her long eyelashes and tilted her head. The more stubborn Song Yishan was, the more she couldn't help but want to tease him.
"Qiao Jinling! Are you...are you ashamed? How can a girl say such a thing directly?"
This time it was Song Yishan's turn to be shy.
It doesn't seem that embarrassing to directly bring someone over, but once the matter is discussed as a very serious matter, it is extremely embarrassing.
But for Qiao Jinling, the more embarrassing the atmosphere, the more comfortable she became, and her face became thicker than the city wall again.
"You just said it, didn't you? It must be so. You clearly put your hand on my waist just now, and I felt it. Otherwise, how could I fall?"
Qiao Jinling was confident. Song Yishan's face was already red, making his eyes brighter and clearer. She saw all of Song Yishan's shyness, and it turned out that teasing others was also quite interesting.
"You...you are not allowed to say any more!"
Song Yishan seemed a little angry. He knew clearly that Qiao Jinling was teasing him, but he couldn't do anything about her.
"Are you shy? Your face is so red."
Qiao Jinling pinched Song Yishan's face. There was not much fat, but a tight layer, as delicate as white jade, which was warm to the touch and had a slightly slippery feel.
"No pinching!"
Song Yishan was embarrassed.
A gust of wind blew, and Qiao Jinling's hairband floated to his cheeks. The soft fragrance penetrated into his skin, gradually conquering his heart and lungs.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that the seeds that had been hidden for many years were suddenly enlightened by the spring rain and could not wait to sprout.
He suddenly pursed those chattering lips. Qiao Jinling's ears were still hot, burning to her heart. The man she loved was like the tallest tree, rich and powerful.
The lips gently caressed her, and before she could feel the warm and soft touch carefully, the lips left her.
The room was silent.
No sound could be heard except for the heavier breathing.
Qiao Jinling gently touched her lips with her fingertips. She was still a little confused, her mind was confused, her limbs were cold, and her blood energy was rushing towards important organs such as the heart and brain as if to protect itself.
Is this a kiss?
Sometimes Qiao Jinling would kiss her mother's cheek. It seemed to be similar, but softer. How was it different from the imaginary feeling of accelerated heartbeat and numb scalp?
Qiao Jinling licked her lips and recalled the blushing descriptions in literary and artistic works. It seemed that they were very different.
Sure enough, practice is greater than theory.
Some things need to be experienced firsthand.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back. Did it scare you?"
Song Yishan looked at the dumbfounded Qiao Jinling and thought he was frightened by his rude behavior. Could it be progressing too fast?
"Uh, no. I was thinking..."
Qiao Jinling was thoughtful, biting her lip, but stopped talking.