If something is too easy to obtain, it will always seem too cheap and too easy.
With someone you like, you don't need to be close to them for a long time. A hug or a brief touch of fingers can feel like an electric shock.
Xu Qingzhu's slender white fingers unbuttoned the last button of Liang Shi's pajamas, and the pajamas fell down completely loosely.
Liang Shi's a cappella melodies are easy to follow, but her voice is also suppressed.
Xu Qingzhu let go of her and unconsciously hummed along to the melody.
"Getting closer to you, why are we both suddenly at a loss for words?"
Let your heart pound like wildfire.
Her voice was cool and clear, but at this moment it took on a tender quality similar to Liang Shi's.
Liang Shi chuckled helplessly. He didn't know much about her hobby, but her voice made him feel a ticklish sensation, like a feather gently scratching his heart.
This isn't a continuous sensation; it's like an ancient form of torture, where you're tickled in the spot you're most sensitive to, leaving you trapped and unable to move.
The difference between the two is that torture makes people afraid and unwilling to have it done again.
But this feeling is like a wave that might crash in at any moment, making you itch with anticipation.
The red hue emanating from the corners of Liang Shi's eyes was unbelievably beautiful, like the rosy glow of the evening sky.
It didn't fall on the horizon or in the sunset, but rather into her light brown eyes.
The light in his eyes was as bright as ever, but even more captivating than usual.
Liang Shi lay on his side next to Xu Qingzhu, his voice low and hoarse, overlapping with Xu Qingzhu's voice in the air.
The cool and gentle voice blends together seamlessly.
The two voices blended together beautifully, sounding like a clear, tranquil stream flowing calmly through valleys, across mountains, and into the sea.
A gentle stream can make people feel peaceful, gentle, and comfortable.
The lyrics were also very fitting, and both of them had smiles on their faces. Even Xu Qingzhu's usually cold eyes were filled with warmth.
Liang Shi tried hard to keep up with Xu Qingzhu's singing rhythm and finally matched her pace.
"At this moment, even fate falls silent."
Let your toes glide across the sky, the earth, and the sky.
The universe of fate.
Xu Qingzhu suddenly chuckled softly, burying her head in Liang Shi's shoulder. Her hair at her temples was already a little damp, but she laughed foolishly, her whole body trembling, and even Liang Shi's voice trembled.
Helpless, Liang Shi stopped, but dared not speak.
Liang Shi had beautiful fingers and didn't like to keep his nails long. His hands were slender and his fingertips were free of calluses.
Xu Qingzhu had compared her hands before when she was holding hers. She didn't know if it was because Alpha's hands were naturally superior to Omega's, or because Liang Shi was taller, but her hands were a size larger than Xu Qingzhu's, and even her fingers were a little longer, about the length of a fingernail.
But even though they were both girls, Xu Qingzhu was only a few centimeters shorter than her, so the length of that one fingernail seemed like a lot.
They've never held hands.
Liang Shi once held Xu Qingzhu's hand, palm to palm, and walked a long way together.
He also once strolled along the beach, holding hands tightly as he gazed at the sea.
But Liang Shi was not very daring to hold hands. Whenever she first shook hands, her hand was very loose, or even in a state of emptiness. Xu Qingzhu always had to get closer before she could hold it tightly.
It was as if he had mustered up a lot of courage.
Xu Qingzhu's thoughts gradually drifted away, but a sudden clap of thunder outside brought her thoughts back together.
Her hand suddenly landed on Liang Shixian's hand, and their fingers intertwined.
Xu Qingzhu nestled in Liang Shi's arms.
Liang Shi's voice amplified infinitely in my ears, then slowed down, just as he sang the last line, "Seven, eight, nine, we elope—to the moon."
She's so gentle that you'd be willing to go to the ends of the earth with her.
And without hesitation.
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The late autumn rain drizzled down, and the wind blew it onto the windowpane. The fine raindrops gathered into streams on the transparent glass and meandered away.
Water droplets condensed on the metal railing, dripping and falling vertically from a height.
The distant mountains were shrouded in a persistent mist, and the vast sky was covered by dark, heavy clouds.
The withered yellow leaves were all shaken off the trees by the wind, and the autumn wind carried the wet fallen leaves to an unknown distance.
The dark gray curtains contrasted with the sky, and faint light refracted through the rain-streaked windowpane, falling onto the bed.
Unlike a sunny day, the sunlight here makes people feel lazy.
The dim light carried a sense of oppression, yet it was easy to become lost in it.
I just want to keep falling into this darkness.
Whether below lies an unfathomable abyss or an endless deep sea.
A faint light shone into the room, and the sounds were fragmented by the wind outside the window, with soft sobs spreading to every corner of the room.
...
The rain didn't stop until almost noon.
The clouds dispersed, and the cold sun shone through the dark clouds onto the earth.
The traffic on the road was as busy as ever, and pedestrians along the riverbanks put away their umbrellas. The river water was still flowing, and the city, washed by the drizzle, carried a unique autumn chill, making even the air feel fresher.
Liang Shi drew back the curtains, letting the cool sunlight stream into the room.
Xu Qingzhu was still lying in bed, her eyes half-closed, her soft black hair spread out on the pillow. Liang Shi stood against the light, his thin back view pleasing to the eye.
Xu Qingzhu pulled her arms back under the covers, wrapping herself up tightly, but the hickey on her neck was still visible.
She reached up and pressed the tingling spot on her neck, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The day didn't seem so gloomy.
At least people are in a great mood.
Xu Qingzhu's cool voice rang out in the room, "Liang Shi."
When she called Liang Shi's name, the last syllable of her name rose slightly, carrying a hint of joy and pleasure, even though the syllable "Shi" was more suited to being lowered.
But she insisted on tilting it upwards.
Liang Shi turned around, her long hair casually tied up in a loose ponytail, draped over her back.
She had changed into a new set of pajamas; the old ones she had thrown into the laundry basket in Xu Qingzhu's room were piled up with Xu Qingzhu's clothes.
I'll also include Xu Qingzhu's; I'll put them in there too, and then throw them in the washing machine to wash later.
Both of them seemed to have a slight obsession with cleanliness, but it wasn't a big deal when they talked about each other.
Liang Shi could share Xu Qingzhu's things, and even bit into the food that Xu Qingzhu had half-eaten.
It is probably after intimate contact that one will bring the other person into the range of things they can accept.
Therefore, clothes can be put into the same washing machine.
One person doesn't have that many clothes to wash, but if you put in the clothes of two people, it'll fill one bucket.
Liang Shi initially made this suggestion to save water resources, and Xu Qingzhu had no objection.
Hearing Xu Qingzhu call her, Liang Shi turned around and responded with an "Mm." She then sat down on the bay window, swung her arms, and, like playing the piano, curled and unfurled a few fingers in the air.
Xu Qingzhu pursed her lips and asked softly, "Are you tired?"
Liang Shi: "..."
After she sat on the bay window, her long legs seemed a little out of place, so they casually fell to the ground.
Upon hearing Xu Qingzhu's question, Liang Shi immediately withdrew her hand, rested it on the bay window, and supported herself. She smiled and said, "What's so tiring about this?"
"I'm tired," Xu Qingzhu said in a low voice. There was no rain outside, only the sound of water flowing through the pipes outside the window, which was not very clear and did not drown out Xu Qingzhu's voice.
With the light on, Liang Shi felt a little awkward, avoiding looking directly at her face, and even the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
Almost without hesitation, Liang Shi asked instinctively, "Where are you tired?"
Xu Qingzhu: "...Everywhere."
Liang Shi: "..."
An awkward silence fell over them, but after a moment of mental blankness, Liang Shi asked, "Shall I rub it for you?"
Xu Qingzhu buried half her head in the blanket and chuckled, "No need."
Liang Shi's expression was slightly blank and a little dazed. After two seconds, she lowered her head and smiled helplessly, "Xu Qingzhu..."
She had been silent for too long and hadn't spoken any long sentences. Her throat was starting to feel uncomfortable, so she rubbed it, feeling as if a warm, moist sensation still lingered there, as if someone had sucked and bitten it.
They bullied people so badly they didn't know what to do.
There's no other way but to let it go.
I found all of her actions amusing.
She bit someone, and then, in a hoarse voice, she'd ask, "Was it comfortable? Did you like it?"
Liang Shi didn't respond, but she kept calling out, "Teacher Liang?"
The shouts left the person bewildered, unsure whether to respond.
Although Liang Shi was a few years older than her, he was not as daring as her.
Growing older doesn't necessarily mean growing bolder.
To be precise, Liang Shi dared not, and could not, let go.
But Xu Qingzhu is determined to keep herself happy and brave enough to say no to behaviors she doesn't like, so she's bold because she prefers to make herself happy.
But he didn't forget Liang Shi.
Liang Shi did not answer, remaining silent, but his throat felt like it was undergoing a tribulation.
When she got up, she used the front-facing camera on her phone to look around, and the unfortunate shot made her neck look like it had been through a tropical jungle, covered in bites from large mosquitoes.