It felt like a long time, but it seemed like a short moment. The hot and humid tongue licked the corners of his lips, and Shang Muxiao backed away with a smile in his eyes: "Your problem is just too rational. For example now..."

What's the matter now?

I stared at his open and closed lips, not sure if I had asked the question. I started breathing again, but still felt dizzy, and the lack of oxygen wasn't so easy to relieve.

He put his hands on both sides of my wheelchair, looked down at me, and said slowly: "The atmosphere is so good now, how can you just wait for me to kiss you?"

So what should I...how do I do?

In a trance, I seemed to hear the cracking sound of the ice, but I couldn't think about what it was.

Why did I start to get drunk when I only had one glass of wine?

I shouldn't have had that glass of wine...

"Why are you like a silly boy who has never been in a relationship." He complained that he approached me again, almost touching my lips and teeth, but not really touching, "Teacher, if you don't kiss me, I will be angry."

If he is far away, he really knows the essence of how to provoke people.

There are many voices in my mind, one moment is Mr. Huang's "Live every day as the last day"; another moment is Kant's "There is nothing higher than reason"... They appear again and again, in the middle Interspersed with two Bergson or Schopenhauer gloating, my brain, which was already close to a strike, was thrown into chaos.

Shang Muxiao couldn't wait for my response for a long time, so he tutted softly, and was about to straighten up.

Without thinking at all, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

The voices in my mind all disappeared in an instant, and the cracks on the ice surface became bigger and bigger, so big that they could no longer be controlled, and the whole shattered and turned into powder. The soft thin sweater was tightly clasped in my palm, I lowered my eyes, and it took two seconds to realize that it was not an ice surface, but my rationality.

My rationality is crumbling, it crumbles from its foundations, swept away by instinct, and takes its throne.

Instinct won, won quietly and vigorously, stepped on all those who had despised it, and extended its tentacles to every sulcus of the brain, making it impossible for you to easily remove it.

It was rapidly expanding its territory, not only to take the high ground of my brain, but also to gain control of my body.

"I really can't do anything about you..." Shang Muxiao seemed to be helpless, gently stroked my cheek and came to my ear.

I looked up at him, still struggling to my death.

I don't believe it, I don't believe in reason and die like this.

"You don't kiss me, and you don't let me go..." His broad palms fell behind his neck, his eyes were dark, and there was a hint of ruthlessness that did not match his words and deeds, "Then I can only take the initiative." , he leaned down, and when the last word fell, his lips had firmly kissed me.

Changing the gentle style of the previous kiss, he no longer pretended, completely exposed his true nature, and kissed wildly and deeply.

It seems to be telling you clearly with actions: "If you fall in, don't even think about going out. This is the Lanruo Temple of the scholar, the Baiyun Township of Emperor Wu, and the debt you cannot escape."

My face was forced up, and the back of my neck was numb. I was completely passive in accepting everything he gave me, and my head became more and more dizzy.

It wasn't until I was really out of breath that the hand holding his sleeve started to tremble, and he didn't let go of me, like a snake retracting his letter, retracting his tongue from his mouth.

"Teacher, you lied." The hand on the back of his neck did not retract, as if soothing an uneasy little animal, he continued to knead it, controlling both the strength and the angle to the extreme. I'm like a cat that's been scratched to the point of itching, and my bones are brittle.

My chest rose and fell violently, and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible, but my body wouldn't allow it. I tried to catch my breath, ignoring what he was saying for a while.

"You also said that you have nothing against me, but you clearly like me very much."

I tilted my head, trying to shake his hand away.

He stubbornly posted it and did not let me succeed.

"Release..." I glared at him and slowly let go of the hand holding his sleeve.

Reason is lingering, and there is still a silver lining.

I'm going to save it.

Shang Muxiao glanced at my hand, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Five fingers were inserted between my fingers, and the breath that belonged to him swept back and invaded my mouth again arrogantly.

This time he obediently didn't knead the back of my neck, he just grabbed my hair instead.

My scalp hurts a little, I frowned and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue. He moved for a second, then bit back even more violently the next second. The saliva that was too late to swallow slid down the corner of his lips, and the cold air gradually became restless.

Reason is dead. Instinct sat on the throne with legs crossed and looked at it pitifully. The melancholy "Little Star" sounded all around. It was a rational elegy and an instinctive coronation song.

In the mouth of Shang Muxiao, I tasted the taste of the dry red that will not be able to be tasted in the future. Mixed with the smell of nicotine, it aggravates the astringency, but also highlights the sweetness.

Too sweet, not dry red at all.

This Penfolds doesn't seem to work...

The ice is shattered, and the flames that have been imprisoned for many years will start a prairie fire once they come into contact with the outside world.

When I came back to my senses, I was already pressed on the bed by Shang Muxiao, but I didn't even remember how I entered the room all the way.

Great, Instinct cuts my memory at will.

For no reason, I remembered the passionate scene of the male and female protagonists in the barn in "Retrograde Wind". Every panting and trembling in the camera seemed to overlap with the present me and Shang Muxiao, and I suddenly realized that this might be the so-called "disorderly love".

I gave up thinking completely and surrendered my body to my instincts. Until... I felt him unbuttoning my pants.

In an instant, it seemed as if I had been drenched in ice water, and I suddenly woke up, panting and holding his hand.

The head buried in my neck lifted up in confusion, and the dim light could not conceal the lustful lust in his eyes.