Picking the stars

Pei Ji was in a good mood, so good that the doctors who came to the ward round found out the next day, looked at her a few more times, and finally said: "You can be discharged from the hospital." He told a lot of precautions.

Pei Ji seemed to listen carefully and nodded intently. When the doctor left, her serious expression immediately changed, and she quickly looked at Song Er: "Go home."

As she spoke, the corners of her lips curled up high.

"Go home." Song Er also smiled.

They seemed to be reluctant to wait for a second, and immediately got up, packed their luggage, and booked a plane ticket.

The mood is relaxed like a music bookstore. There is no burden, and it is light and does not need wind. It can fly high with a gentle touch mainly.

After Song Wei knew that she had figured it out, the professor must be happy, but she didn't expect to be careful when the knot disappeared completely. Not only the professor, but she also felt brisk and determined.

When the assistant came to pick them up, they were all packed and ready to set off at any time.

The sun outside was so hot that it seemed to be drying people out.

Song Wei puts his fisherman hat on Pei Ji. Pei Ji doesn't usually wear such a hat. At first glance, her cold eyebrows are softened a lot.

Song Wei looked at her and smiled, Pei Ji was a little embarrassed and wanted to take it off.

"It's pretty." Song Er hurriedly stopped her.

Pei Ji just touched the brim of his hat unaccustomedly, and the corners of his lips also showed a smile.

They go to the airport, go through security, and board the plane.

The mood is always happy, like a lot of colorful and rainbow-colored paints are knocked over. The brilliant colors form a warm-toned oil painting. There are grassland, rivers, and spinning windmills on the oil paintings. I can't find them. A trace of haze.

After more than ten hours of flying, Pei Ji was obviously tired.

They didn't let anyone come to pick them up, so they called for a car, and Song Er whispered: "Go home and sleep, it's jet lag."

Pei Ji nodded. She wanted to hug Song Er, but there was a driver in front. When the driver looked up, he could see the movement behind him in the rearview mirror. She had no choice but to endure, and looked up at Song Ye, and found that Song Ye was also a little helpless.

"I want to hug." Song He lowered his voice and said in Pei Ji's ear. After speaking, the helplessness in his eyes became deeper.

Pei Ji suddenly felt more itchy, and they shook hands.

It takes more than an hour from the airport to home.

For more than an hour, it was like being stretched and stretched with a rolling pin continuously, and stretched out indefinitely, so long as if there was no end in sight.

Song Er asked for something and said, "Why are you so eager to go home?"

She felt that waiting was too hard, so she just said something to pass the time. In the end, Pei Ji asked down.

Pei Ji didn't know why. She was on a business trip and was anxious to go home because she had Song Er at home, but this time Song Er was by her side, she was still anxious to go home.

She was so happy that she still wanted to take Song Er home.

She couldn't tell why, but vaguely, she felt that returning home with Song Er and returning to her familiar and safe place would double the joy in her heart.

Pei Ji didn't understand.

But after returning home, opening the door, and seeing the familiar appearance at home, Pei Ji realized that she had made a mistake. Returning home would not expand her joy, but it made her joy wrapped in a warm coat.

As soon as Pei Ji closed the door, he hugged Song Er. Song Er is the same as her.

This hug was extraordinarily long, but it gave them a lasting illusion.

Feiyang's mood settled down, as if someone who had been suspended in mid-air stepped on the ground, all the joys seemed to have an entity within reach, calming down.

When Pei Ji turned his head, he could kiss Song Er's forehead. Her lips were soft and pressed against Song Er's eyebrows. Song Er raised his head, and the kiss went down the eyebrows, and the tip of his nose fell on her lips.

Pei Ji closed his eyes and felt Song Er's existence only through the softness and damp heat on his lips.

They have embraced countless times, kissed countless times, but each time they are different, their mood is different, and the love they feel is different each time, sometimes it is as warm as warm water, sometimes it is like air, surrounded by reason. .

But this time, with Pei Ji’s further deep kiss, Song Ye’s hands went from wrapping her waist to clinging to her shoulders, their bodies pressed together, Song Ye raised his head, as if weightless. The sound of the confluence of lips and tongue, intertwined with love and desire, the gasping voice gradually rushed.

This time the kiss, like magma, is blazing and can't wait.

Pei Ji couldn't tell whether love or instinct prevailed, or both. She held Song Ye's chin and bit, and followed her white neck without missing a single bit. Song Ye raised her head. , I sent myself on, every inch of skin opened to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji kissed down, and the place where her lips passed was full of enthusiasm. She put her hand through the hem of Song Er's clothes. She trembled and avoided wherever the palm of her hand slid, but was always reluctant to leave Pei Ji's control.

This is a new chapter. It is a step that Pei Ji has thought about many times but was afraid or perturbed and never took.

And this time, Song Wei tightly wrapped her around her and stopped making her back.

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