Time flies by like a white horse, and a few months pass in a flash. During these months, Jiang Lingxi was far away from home, constantly working hard to improve her writing and academic level, and won many awards with her outstanding talents. At the same time, she also carefully considered and finally decided who to choose between Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe. For Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe, these months were like years.
At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Yang curled up in the corner of the bay window, holding the coral fleece robe left by Lingxi in his arms. The hot air from the air-conditioning outlet brushed over his bare ankles, suddenly reminding him of a winter night - Lingxi wrapped in the same robe, tiptoed to put the hot cocoa cup next to his racing simulator, and the silk sling slipped off her shoulders, revealing the cinnabar mole on her butterfly bone.
"Yangyang," her fingertips brushed against the sweat on the back of his neck, "Do you want to try the two-player mode?" On the game screen, two red racing cars were connected end to end on the Monaco track. Her breath swept over his earlobe, "I'm responsible for accelerating, and you're responsible for turning." He remembered the warmth of her waist, and remembered her biting his collarbone at the climax, and her whispered "champion" mixed with the roar of the racing engine.
In reality, Mu Yang's fingertips sank into the fabric of his nightgown, and suddenly trembled violently. At a celebration banquet, she wore a deep V dress, and the hollow back design made him lose focus several times during his speech. After the show, they kissed wildly in the underground garage, and the heels of her high heels left crescent-shaped bruises on his lower back.
The midday sun penetrated the reed leaves, and Lin Yunhe cast mottled light and shadows on the roof of the off-road vehicle. Lin Yunhe buried his face in the leather cushion of the co-pilot seat, and suddenly smelled the faint scent of irises - the smell of disinfectant used by Lingxi during first aid. That day, she arched her back under the impact of the drug, and her nipples rubbed against his tie clip through her shirt, and the coolness of the metal made her tremble all over.
"Brother Yunhe," her hot fingertips brushed across his Adam's apple, "I'm so hot..." He suddenly ripped open the buttons of her shirt, and the mother-of-pearl buttons bounced and rolled into the gap between the seats. When her fingertips touched the depression in her waist, she suddenly bit his shoulder and neck, and her nails scratched five bloody marks on his back. Under the moonlight, her areola glowed with pearly luster, and the small mole on her labia looked like drops of solidified blood.
In reality, Lin Yunhe suddenly loosened his tie, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the dashcam, and the video was frozen in the picture of Lingxi slumped in his arms. The inside of her thighs was flushed, and he remembered how much he wanted to separate her trembling knees, and how afraid he was to see the disgust in her eyes after she woke up. Every time he recalled it, he would use the cold shower head to wash his erect penis, but the tightness of her vagina in his memory became clearer and clearer.
On the tarmac of Frankfurt Airport, the roar of the Boeing 787 engine was deafening. When the plane broke through the clouds, she looked at her reflection in the porthole. A few months of overseas life made her lose her immaturity, and her eyes had a calm power. Jiang Lingxi stroked the carbon fiber texture of the Nobel Prize in Literature trophy, and suddenly remembered what Mu Yang said at the Indiana 500: "This texture is like solidified lightning, which can split all darkness." The phone vibrated at this time, and Lin Yunhe's message popped up: "The fireflies in the reed marsh are three times more than last year. I really miss you..." In the accompanying picture, dots of fluorescence swayed among the reed leaves, just like the vortex of lust in his eyes that rainy night.
After getting off the plane, she was wearing a tight white gauze skirt and a pair of high heels. In a few months, Jiang Lingxi's hair had grown longer, and her brown curly hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. She was still very beautiful. Pulling her suitcase, she took a special car back to the university, thinking about Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe, and soon arrived at the university gate.
Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe were waiting at the gate of the campus, each holding a flower. When they saw Lingxi bending down to take the suitcase, the waist and hip curves outlined by the tight gauze skirt made Lin Yunhe instantly recall the pearly body in the reed marsh under the moonlight.
"How did you know I was back?" Lingxi's voice was like lily of the valley covered with morning dew, sweet and with a subtle tremor. They said that they had been paying attention to all the news about her abroad in the past few months, and they knew that she would come back today. Jiang Lingxi smiled at them, and a breeze blew, blowing her curly hair gently. Mu Yang asked about the faint smell of cedar perfume - he made it specifically for her, with the base notes of the Indy 500 champion champagne. Is this a hint that my baby is coming back to me, Mu Yang thought, and his breathing became tight.
Lin Yunhe caught the jasmine scent floating in her hair, which perfectly overlapped with the smell of her hair when she was rescued by the reed marsh. Memories suddenly emerged, "Xixi, your waist is so beautiful." Lin Yunhe's whisper mixed with the rustling sound of reeds sounded in his ears. That day, his fingertips sank into the soft flesh on her waist, and he found the acupuncture points that made her tremble with the precision of a surgical knife, making her gasp and spray honey juice, and leaning softly in his arms. . . . . . .
Jiang Lingxi was still shocked by Mu Yang's handsome face when she saw him again after a few months of separation. She saw his short misty blue hair, which she loved the most. He leaned against the silver Ferrari, and his racing gloves were casually inserted in the back pocket of his jeans. The sun shone through the gaps between the sycamore leaves, casting light and shadow on his angular jaw. After not seeing him for a few months, his chest muscles were thicker, and the third button of his white shirt was habitually unbuttoned, revealing his charming collarbone.
Lin Yunhe stood in front of the black Bentley, his gold-rimmed glasses glowing coldly in the sun. His white coat was lifted by the spring breeze, revealing the black leather corset looming around his waist - it was the special anti-lumbar muscle made in his laboratory. His pale cheeks were flushed with a sickly blush, but it made him look more abstinent, and he was completely different from the evil doctor who saved people in Luwei Marsh.
When Lingxi was about to start, Mu Yang and Lin Yunhe walked towards her and said at the same time: "Xixi, you are back. Who will you choose this time? No matter who you choose, we will not have any complaints and will only wish each other well... You decide." Lingxi looked at them left and right, took a deep breath and said: "Not at the school gate, let me go to the dormitory to put down my luggage, and then we will go to the cafe to talk."