It's very light and soft, like spring petals falling on the water, making ripples.
Ying Huanhuan's body trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched Luo Heng's clothes.
She didn't hide or push him away.
Because she has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
From the first time I met him on Hall Selection Stage, when he called her senior sister, then this guy smiled and asked her to call her senior brother, from the time he shamelessly asked her to play music, from the time he said "I like you" under the moonlight.
She was waiting for every moment.
Luo Heng's kiss was gentle, neither impatient nor impatient, as if he was tasting the most precious treasure in the world.
He gently took her lips in his mouth and rubbed them carefully, feeling the softness and warmth.
Ying Huanhuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a frightened butterfly.
She didn't know what to do, so she could only respond clumsily, which was painfully awkward.
Luo Heng was not in a hurry, just guided her step by step.
Gradually, Ying Huanhuan relaxed and became no longer so stiff.
Luo Heng's tongue gently pried open her teeth and probed in.
Ying Huanhuan groaned, and his whole body softened, as if his strength had been drained, and he could only lean on Luo Heng's arms and let him take what he wanted.
The two tongues intertwined together, making a subtle sound of water.
Ying Huanhuan's face was as red as if it was bleeding, his ears were burning, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.
Her hands changed from holding the skirt of her clothes to wrapping around Luo Heng's neck, hanging on him.
Luo Heng's hands were not honest, gently stroking her back, feeling the temperature of her body through the thin clothes.
Ying Huanhuan's body trembled slightly, but he did not move away.
She liked this, liked being held by him, liked being kissed by him, and liked the warmth of his palms.
I don't know how long it took before Luo Heng slowly let go of her.
Their foreheads touched each other, and their breaths intertwined.
Ying Huanhuan's eyes were moist, as if covered with a layer of mist, her cheeks were blushing, her lips were slightly red and swollen, and her whole person exuded an indescribable charm.
"Brother Heng..." she called softly, her voice as soft and soft as melted sugar.
Luo Heng was slightly startled.
Brother Heng.
Not "Luo Heng", not "hello", not "bastard", but "Brother Heng".
"What did you call me?" he asked.
Ying Huanhuan blushed even more, buried her face in his chest, and said dullly, "Brother Heng... I can't call you this in private, okay?"
Luo Heng smiled, hugged her into his arms, and said softly, "Okay, of course."
Ying Huanhuan leaned in his arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace in her heart.
She used to always like to quarrel with Luo Heng, not to quarrel, but to attract his attention.
Now that they are together, they don't need to do that anymore.
"Brother Heng." She called again.
"Hmm."
"Brother Heng."
"Hmm."
"Brother Heng Brother Heng Brother Heng..."
She called her over and over again, and the smile on her face became sweeter every time she called.
Luo Heng lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm here."
Ying Huanhuan raised his head and looked at him, his big bright eyes full of joy and dependence.
"Brother Heng, tell me, will my sister like you too?" she asked suddenly.
Luo Heng was stunned and said, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Ying Huanhuan smiled and said, "I have observed it, and my sister looks at you differently. She has always been cold to other male disciples. When talking to you, her tone is much softer."
Luo Heng was silent for a moment and said, "That may be because I helped her."
"There are so many people who have helped her, but why haven't I seen her being gentle to others?" Ying Huanhuan curled her lips and said, "Brother Heng, stop pretending, I know you also have thoughts about my sister."
Luo Heng: "..."
When did this girl become so sharp?
"Do you want me to match you up?" Ying Huanhuan blinked and said slyly.
Luo Heng raised his hand and patted her butt gently.
"Crack."
The sound was crisp and clear, and the touch of Q bullets came from the palm of my hand.
Ying Huanhuan's whole body froze, the blush on his face spread to the root of his neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his ears were red and hot.
"You... you..." She opened her mouth, her voice was trembling, and she couldn't finish a word.
Luo Heng said calmly without changing his expression, "Children, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not a child!" Ying Huanhuan was ashamed and annoyed, and raised his hand to hit him.
Luo Heng held her wrist, pulled her into his arms, looked down at her, and said with a smile, "What is that?"
Ying Huanhuan felt his heart beat faster when he saw her. He turned away and muttered in a low voice, "It's you... it's your lover."
The last two words were so soft that they were almost inaudible.
But Luo Heng heard it.
"Say it again." He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, his voice low and gentle.
Ying Huanhuan's ears turned redder. He bit his lip, mustered up his courage and said, "I said, I am your lover."
The sound was still very low, but a little louder than before.
Luo Heng smiled, hugged her into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and said softly, "Huanhuan, thank you."
Ying Huanhuan leaned against his chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace in her heart.
She used to always like to quarrel with Luo Heng, not to quarrel, but to attract his attention.
Now that they are together, they don't need to do that anymore.
"Brother Heng." She called softly.
"Hmm."
"Brother Heng."
"Hmm."
"Brother Heng Brother Heng Brother Heng..."
She called her over and over again, and the smile on her face became sweeter every time she called.
Luo Heng lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm here."
Ying Huanhuan raised his head and looked at him, his big bright eyes full of joy and dependence.
Ying Huanhuan smiled and continued, "Brother Heng, so what?"
Luo Heng raised his hand, lightly scratched her nose, and said, "You are quite generous."
"It's not generous." Ying Huanhuan shook his head and said seriously, "I know that Brother Heng is not an ordinary person. You will meet many people in the future and there will be many people who like you. I can't dominate you alone."
She paused and continued, "Besides, sister... she has worked very hard since she was a child. For the Dao Sect, for the Heavenly Hall, and for me, she has paid too much and has never lived for herself."
"If she can find someone she likes, I will be happy for her."
Luo Heng looked at her, and a warm current surged in his heart.
This girl is more sensible than he thought.
"That also depends on what Senior Sister Xiaoxiao means." Luo Heng said, neither denying nor admitting.
Ying Huanhuan nodded and said nothing more.
She knows that emotional matters cannot be done through force.
If my sister really likes Luo Heng, then she is willing to match him.
If her sister doesn't like it, she won't force it.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Luo Heng changed the subject and said, "Did you play music today?"
Ying Huanhuan's eyes lit up and he said, "Not yet, I'll play it for you!"
She took out Jadeite Guzheng from Spatial Pouch, sat down on the edge of the cliff, and gently brushed the strings with her slender jade fingers.
Ding dong--
The crisp sound of the piano sounds like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, or like a spring breeze blowing willow branches, echoing on the silent mountain peaks.
Luo Heng leaned on the rock nearby, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.
Ying Huanhuan's music is getting better and better.
It's not just a technical improvement, it's also an emotional integration.
Every song seems to be telling her thoughts.
When it is light, it is the joy of first meeting; when it is melodious, it is the warmth of getting along; when it is gentle, it is the sweetness of ◇Heartbeat.
The corners of Luo Heng's mouth curved slightly.
This girl wrote all her feelings for him into the song.
The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered.
Ying Huanhuan turned his head and looked at Luo Heng, his eyes full of expectation.
"Does it sound good?"
"It sounds good." Luo Heng opened his eyes, looked at her, and said seriously, "It sounds very good."
Ying Huanhuan smiled, his eyebrows crescent, as bright as the warm spring sun.
"I will play it for you every day from now on."