Double Box Record

Chapitre 86

Yichun felt like he had become a fish, struggling to swim forward in warm waters, swimming and swimming, sometimes rolling, sometimes turning, unable to stop, unable to stop, with him closely following behind.

Finally, he bit her with his sharp teeth, causing her to tremble in pain and bleed profusely.

Yichun's hands twisted and thrashed on the disheveled sheets as she breathed deeply in pain. Opening herself up to him wasn't easy; it seemed she was also accepting something sharp enough to draw blood from her.

She couldn't help but scream, as if she was about to cry. Shu Jun cupped her swaying head in his hands and kissed her deeply. They were so close, every inch perfectly matched, even the pulse deepest in their bodies was burning and throbbing, as if they were shouting wildly that they didn't want to leave, didn't want to retreat.

Unable to resist any longer, he moved even slightly, and she reacted violently, grabbing his hair tightly and stammering, "Don't...don't move!"

Their lips pressed tightly together again, their tongues lingering on every delicate and soft line of each other, intertwining and entwining endlessly.

Her sweaty legs lingered restlessly on the curves of his body, her toes occasionally tensing as if she were at a loss.

Fortunately, he overlooked the slight embarrassment and covered her eyes with his hand so that she wouldn't see the passionate scene in the twilight.

Yichun could only hear her own panting, each breath stronger than the last, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat, completely out of her control.

She suddenly hugged him tightly, as if clinging to a lifeline. In the midst of the storm, she couldn't hear her own voice, only whispering his name over and over again.

The fiery clouds in the sky gradually faded, turning into a faint red.

Only when something is at its most vibrant does it begin to fade.

She will never forget that pale red sky.

When extremely exhausted, Yichun fell into a semi-conscious state from which she could not extricate herself.

Shu Jun held her tightly and whispered many things, but she couldn't hear them clearly. She felt very hot, and the sheets were already soaked with sweat, making it very uncomfortable to sleep on them.

The sweat on his body dripped onto her chest and back, like a scalding rain.

He was passionate as fire, and his love was endless.

Yichun felt that all sensations were getting further and further away from her, and the faint light in front of her gradually disappeared into the endless darkness.

She had a dream in which the peach blossoms had not yet bloomed, and the peach grove behind the mountain was bare with bare branches, from which rainwater rolled down, crystal clear.

Yang Shen sat under the peach tree, gazing at her with a slight smile. He had grown up; his hair was all tied back, revealing his smooth, full forehead.

He still smiles like a villain, with a wicked and sinister air.

Yichun walked over and sat down beside him, patted the stone next to her, and said softly, "Sit down. Long time no see, how are you?"

He sat down beside her, his clothes neat and clean, without any messy patches, and he was beaming with joy.

She whispered, "Your family is taking good care of you, which makes me feel much more at ease."

Yang Shen held her hand, his palm warm, and said in a deep voice, "You too, are much better than before."

Suddenly, they were speechless again. Yichun looked at him quietly, and he looked back at her silently. After a while, they both smiled.

It seemed as if someone was gently calling his name from the peach grove. Yang Shen stood up and said, "I have to go. My family is calling me."

Yichun said urgently, "Wait a minute, sheep kidneys! Can't we keep them a little longer?"

He patted her head: "Stop acting like a donkey. Life is long, and there are many places you haven't been to yet. Didn't you want to be a great hero?"

Yichun watched silently as his figure disappeared into the peach grove, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

Raindrops from the peach tree branches suddenly fell on her face, slowly creeping down her cheeks, tickling her. Yi Chun suddenly woke up, raised her hand to rub her face, and realized it was just sweat.

It was a dream, a dream that felt so real.

The tent was tightly closed, and she was so hot that she could hardly breathe; she was sweating profusely.

She reached over the bed and found that Shu Jun was no longer there. Yi Chun couldn't describe her feelings. A strong sense of loss and confusion suddenly overwhelmed her, and she suddenly felt that she had done something terrible and terrible.

She suddenly pulled back the curtain, and the night wind rushed in, making the gauze curtains sway like snow waves.

It was the same inn. Shu Jun's coat, a light lilac color, hung on the wooden shelf by the bed, looking flamboyant and alluring. But where was he? How could he have suddenly disappeared?

Yichun started looking for her clothes on the bed. She finally found her underwear, but it was wet and smelled of sweat. Her outer clothes were hanging in the corner of the bed, crumpled and unwearable.

Perhaps fearing she would run away without saying goodbye, Shu Jun took her baggage with him when he went out. He figured she couldn't get far naked, and that's what this evil person must have been thinking.

Yichun had no choice but to drape his coat over himself tightly. The coat was too big and loose, and he had to roll up the sleeves several times to expose his hands.

A pot of cold tea and a note were left on the table. Yichun picked them up and read them carefully. A line of writing in a flamboyant style read: "Going out to find food, will be back in a moment, don't worry."

She had just poured herself a cup of tea and hadn't taken two sips when the door opened. Shu Jun walked in carrying a lacquered wooden food box, looking radiant, his eyes shining with an eerie light.

“I thought you wouldn’t wake up until dawn,” he said, putting his arm around her waist and lifting her up high, looking up at her with a smile.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly.

The inexplicable restlessness in her heart suddenly disappeared. Yichun looked at him for a while, then smiled apologetically: "I want to eat. I'm hungry."

Shu Jun smiled slightly, his eyes darting around a couple of times: "Isn't it about finding a good opportunity to slip away quietly?"

Yichun shook her head and reached out to touch his cheek. Although he was half-joking, the look in his eyes was undisguised; he was worried that she would regret leaving, or even never see him again.

"I'm not leaving." Her voice was calm, but the three words were resolute.

Shu Jun tilted his head back and gently kissed her rosy lips, running his fingers through her thick hair as he whispered, "Yichun, we will live on, we will live on in his place."

She hugged his neck tightly and nodded slowly.

“We’re going to be a couple who roam the land robbing bandits. If you still want to leave, I won’t give you a single penny of the money I steal.”