A dinner, no longer silent.

……

The moonlight shone coolly on the roof, and a little glimmer of light poured into the house through the window.

On the kang, a man is lying on the kang with his back facing up, and a woman is sitting on the side, holding a bottle of medicine in her hand, a small porcelain bottle, the porcelain bottle contains a potion to desilt and invigorate blood, and the woman is giving medicine to the man's back.

The kerosene lamp on the side, the faint red light was not far away, and the wind came in through the window, blowing the woman's long hair, and the red light swayed and fell, causing the shadow to sway.

The wind seemed to be a little strong, and the kerosene lamp was blown out by the wind in a moment, and suddenly the room was even darker, except for the faint moonlight at the window.

Jing Qingran had just helped the man polish the medicine, and the kerosene lamp was extinguished by the wind blowing in from the window, and she was a little depressed, her brows furrowed, and she wondered if she should go and light the lamp again.

Tonight, neither of them spoke much, the atmosphere has been very silent, in the dark, the two of them can't see each other's eyebrows clearly, one is lying on the kang, the other is sitting on the edge of the kang, he shows his back, and she helps his back to be drugged.

There is no one else.

Outside the house, the moon was already cool, and through the window, it faintly sprinkled into the surroundings not far away.

The breathing became a little heavy, and in this quiet dark night, it was very clear.

Jing Qingran put the medicine bottle away and pulled the quilt on for the man.

She leaned down and pulled the quilt against the man's back so that it wouldn't be cooled by the wind.

Within a few moments, the breath could be heard.

"Jing Qingran ......" The man didn't know when he got up, and dragged Jing Qingran, who was about to help him cover the quilt and turn around, to the kang, so he didn't seem to want her to leave, not a meter.

It was dark all around, and he dragged her to the kang, lay on top of her, looked down at her unclear eyebrows, and called her name, these three words were hoarse, like the words of someone who had dried up for a long time.

Jing Qingran couldn't react, so he was dragged to the kang by this man, and when he called his name, Jing Qingran hesitated for a moment, ready to reply to him, but before the words came out of his mouth, his lips sealed him.

Jing Qingran is completely unconscious, and the man has been planning for a long time.

Maybe I can't help it.

In the dark night, there is a faint affection.

He kissed her, his thin lips kissed her red lips hard, deep and shallow, inseparable, his breathing became more and more solemn, the kiss was very slow, but very deep, inch by inch, refusing to let go of any place.

Lips and teeth intertwined, between the two.

Jing Qingran was a little breathless, the heart in his chest was beating violently, the only little space left between his lips and teeth was used to breathe hard, his eyes couldn't open at all, and his mind was blank.

The man above her, with his upper body holding her down, wrapped one hand around her waist, the other hand caressed her hair, and kissed her as if his lips and teeth were uncontrollable.

In the darkness, both of them breathed more and more.

The mouth is full of each other's tastes.

I don't know how long it took for the man to leave her lips.

Liberated, Jing Qingran gasped for breath, looked at the handsome face between his top and his hand, and tried to make his voice come out: "You ......"

"It's nothing, I just missed you." He said, his voice deep.

"You ......" Jing Qingran still spit out the word you, very close to him, feeling that this man was helping her undress, and her pretty face burned red for no reason.

"Lady, we're leaving here tomorrow, are you a little reluctant?" He asked her, breathing heavily and his voice heavier.