Crocs suceurs de sang

Chapitre 2

Many people are born to be a perfect match. For example, Xian Jing and Ye You. Unfortunately, they are unaware of each other's true identities. Even if they knew, they might not sleep together. Even if they slept together, they might not fall in love. Even if they fell in love, it might not last forever. So, it's better not to know. You're happier when you don't know. Knowing too much creates inner demons, and love is an inner demon.

On the screen, Ye You's words read, "I saw your rats stealing salt yesterday."

Xianjing replied, "I've lived for twenty-seven years and I still don't know that rats steal salt."

"You're very smart," Ye You said.

"Likewise. You just want to ask my age, don't you? Just so you know, smart people are usually not pretty."

"Seriously, would you like to meet?" Ye You didn't have a woman with him tonight. "I'm off tomorrow, what about you?"

"Overtime," Xian Jing sighed. "It's late, let's talk about it tomorrow. Bye."

"You called me 'Dad' again, my good daughter." Ye You typed this and then turned off the computer.

Sleeping alone once in a while isn't so bad. Ye You lay on the bed.

Xianjing was squatting on the toilet, intently engaged in something important. A lazy voice sounded from outside the bathroom door, "Want some toilet paper?"

It sounds terrifying. Xianjing once read a ghost story about a bloody hand reaching out from the toilet while you were pooping and asking if you wanted toilet paper. If you said yes, the hand would rip your stomach open. But in that story, the bloody hand came out of the toilet bowl. So, this sound…

"Anzhu! You annoying person!"

"Your stench woke me up. We just ran out of toilet paper today, just trying to be helpful."

Xianjing opened the door and stretched out a fair hand. Xianjing grabbed the toilet paper and thought to herself: It really does smell bad; they forgot to turn on the exhaust fan.

The pair of red eyes outside the window kept staring, never blinking.

Don't look out the window while in the bathroom; it's better not to know than to be.

(three)

Like many Chinese people, Xianjing's least favorite country is Japan, followed by the United States.

Xianjing said to Anzhu, "Why does he have to go to that godforsaken place? Are the dishes in Japan so easy to clean?"

Anzhu lay in bed, saying, "It's finally a Saturday, why are you making such a fuss?"

"You should talk to Shi Tou properly and suggest he go to another country to wash dishes. I think the UAE would be a good option." Xian Jing started busying herself with Chinese food in the kitchen.

“He wanted to go, what could I do?” Anzhu crawled out of bed and started getting dressed. “He’s been gone for two years. I really want to dump him.”

"

"Come on, only you would like that smelly, hard rock in the latrine." Xianjing started peeling onions, tears streaming down her face.

The phone rang, and An Zhu answered it. It must be Shi Lei, because An Zhu's voice had become incredibly gentle and sweet.

Xianjing threw the onion into the boiling water.

Having a boyfriend is great; at least I have something to do on Saturdays.

After hanging up the phone, Anzhu started washing her face and putting on makeup. Fifteen minutes later, she rushed out like the wind, leaving behind the words, "I'm not coming back tonight. Be good at home by yourself."

Xian Jing was relieved, thinking: "Luckily, I didn't put in too much rice, otherwise it would have been a waste."

Anzhu called from downstairs, and it was clear because she lived on the second floor.

"Throw that box down." Anzhu, wearing a dress, stood in the wind, stepping on the tail end of summer, the surrounding leaves firmly embraced by the sunlight.

Xianjing threw down the small box.

"If you don't want to have children, use the little box," Xianjing thought to herself.

We started eating. They made onion soup and beef curry rice, along with a plate of cherry tomatoes. I copied it from a fashion magazine; it looked good, tasted alright, and we left more than half of it. That's life.

I turned on my computer and went into a chat room. So this is what addiction is.

Ye You was still online. Xian Jing was a little angry; this man was always online, he must be a playboy. Then she thought, what does this have to do with me, Xian Jing?

Many people, once they appear, cannot escape; once they escape, they will never appear again.

"Where's your man?" Ye You had just gotten out of bed.

"We broke up." Xianjing burped, the faint smell of onions filling her mouth.

"Am I capable?" Ye You typed on the keyboard.

"Send me the photos."

"You'll fall in love with me after seeing this."

"This is the funniest joke I've heard all day." Xian Jing looked out the window at the sky. Saturday afternoon, and she was going to spend it with a smooth-talking playboy. The world is going to the dogs; people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

She opened her email, and a single drop of Xianjing's saliva fell onto the space bar on her keyboard.

Ye You continued typing, "Did you see it? Don't drool."

"If it really is you, it's alright." Xian Jing wiped her mouth, looking at the man in the photo. His features were perfect, like something out of a comic book. So perfect it was almost unreal. His smile in the sunlight looked utterly wicked, and the silver convertible behind him was also quite beautiful.

Do you like it?

"like."

"Here I come."

"Come on over." Xianjing thought it wouldn't hurt to indulge herself a little on the weekend; she was just killing time anyway, and it was kind of cute for an honest person to be a little naughty sometimes. (Please do not imitate)

"Aren't you going to ask me what I look like?" Xianjing asked tentatively.

"Whatever. As long as it doesn't affect my appetite."

When the doorbell rang, Xianjing looked through the peephole.

"Who should I look for?"

"you."

Xianjing suddenly remembered a Chinese idiom, "inviting a wolf into the house."

Xian Jing lowered her head and remained silent, saying shyly, "Please sit down."

"You did it so quickly?" Ye You pinched Xian Jing's chin. "She's a beautiful older sister."

Xianjing blushed and said, "Let me pour you a glass of water."

Ye You collapsed onto the sofa, which was soft and comfortable, and her body sank into it. Her eyes were filled with desire, but it was nothing more than appetite.

"I want to eat, is there any?" Ye You asked, sounding like a young master.

"Is it okay if it's leftovers from lunch?" Xianjing asked.

Ye You nodded, "I didn't eat breakfast today."

"Poor fellow," Xian Jing thought to herself, as she went into the kitchen to heat up the food, asking, "What do you do for a living?"

I am unemployed.

"Then what will you eat?" Xianjing walked over. "Don't your parents care about you?"

They died in a plane crash. I'll live off the insurance money and the inheritance, and I'll eat your leftovers too. Ye You laughed indifferently.

The rice was scooped into a bowl, and the bowl was placed on the table.

"You don't want me to feed you, do you? How old are you?" Xianjing said with a smile.

“Yes, I want you to feed me. I’m twenty-five.” Ye You opened her mouth.

A willful guy.

Xianjing carefully blew on the spoon before putting it into Ye You's mouth.

"I want to eat beef, but not onions."

"Okay, have one more bite."

...

"I'm full." Ye You licked her lips and looked at Xian Jing mischievously, "It's my turn to feed you."

Indeed, it's true that when people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires; the ancients always had a point.

The bed was large, and Xianjing's bed exuded a unique fragrance, a mixture of her body odor and the scent of milk and honey. Ye You was glad she hadn't gone to see other women that afternoon, and Xianjing was glad Shi Lei had called An Zhu away.

A few rays of sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, where the remaining summer flowers struggled to bloom. Intertwined bodies slithered and danced, unrestrained by morality, engaging in animalistic intercourse, repeating and repeating, falling and falling, inch by inch. No one wanted to be unwilling to indulge in the ocean of carnal desire and the forest of senses, undisturbed and unheard.

Xian Jing stared intently at Ye You, a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes.

Ye You liked Xian Jing. He liked the tender expression on her face when she fed him, he liked her mature body and childlike mind, he liked her gentle eyes and the strength behind her gentleness.

Even the happiest things eventually come to an end.

Exhaustion and emptiness once again gripped Ye You's mind. She kissed Xian Jing's lips. "It's getting dark. I'm going to take a shower."

Xian Jing collapsed, too weak to speak, and shook her head.

Ye You loved the feeling of being washed down by the water, a sensation that soothed her from head to toe.

So comfortable I wanted to sing. The song was an advertising jingle I'd only recently learned: "We all hope to find true love; without love, the world is empty. The love of a lifetime, the sweetest love..." Because of this song, Ye You bought a Toyota Corolla. All the good songs are advertising jingles.

When Xianjing rushed into the bathroom to try to stop them, it was too late.

Ye You was pleasantly surprised, "Want to shower together?"

Xianjing sat on the bathroom floor, muttering to herself, "It's okay, it's alright... the landlord was just scaring me."

(Four)

"Can I not go home tonight? I'm hungry."

Xianjing calmed down, and it was completely dark. Her pajamas were as thin as cicada wings. "Why are you acting like a child? Put your pants on quickly."

Ye You pointed to his little brother, "Do you like me or it?"

Xianjing blushed, "I'll go cook."

There was cooking fumes, so Xianjing closed the kitchen door and coughed slightly. This cough reminded Ye You of when her mother used to cough like that while cooking when she was a child.

Stepping into the kitchen, the rice was quietly simmering in the rice cooker, eggs were frying in the pan, and the greens next to it were dripping wet in the basket, like a wronged child with tears in his eyes.

The pure white rice, the tender green vegetables, the pale yellow eggs, and the dark red pork complement each other perfectly, creating a delicious dish.

Do you have any wine?

"Yes." Xianjing put some food into Ye You's bowl.

The foam on the rim of a beer glass looks like the foam on the rim of a toilet.