It is clear between adult men and women that this invitation means very much.

As long as there is no accident, everything will come naturally.

Louise didn't have time to regret it, held her breath, and focused her whole mind on the man's face, waiting for his reply.

After a proper pause, the man smiled and nodded: "Okay."

It was not until the sound of the door closing that Louise seemed to notice her heartbeat.

After leaving the campus, the vehicle drove into the black gravel road in the forest and drove alone, and the two of them never communicated with each other again.

Only the rustling sound of tire rolling on the road continues to accompany.

The car stopped.

The house by the lake has a typical ascetic style, cold and hard, and lonely.

Louise glanced at the man, silently pushed open the car door and got out.

As she walked towards the villa gate, Louise did not pause or look back.

Opening the door, taking off his shoes, stepping onto the floor with barefoot, Louise, who was staggering a little, suddenly soared into the air.

The man's arms tightly clamped her chest and abdomen from behind.

The heavy feeling of pressure squeezed the chest cavity, and Louise gasped violently.

Oxygen escaped from the lungs and was reluctant to return.

Louise barely moved her arm, touched the man's side straddle, and grabbed it hard, time and time again.

The sound of panting also came from behind...

After vomiting the last little oxygen in his lungs, Louise turned her head desperately, trying to see the man's eyes.

Suffocation, indescribable suffocation!

Just as the birth and end of life are so long, a man's arms are relaxed.

With the endless breathing sound, oxygen returned to Louise's lungs, like spring rain nourishing the earth, and his pale and blue face instantly boiled.

...

As of today, Louise has never sweated so much in two hours.

Louise never imagined that her life would have such an unusual experience.

In fact, Louise has never even had a normal experience.

"You are suitable for the Fiery heavy makeup." This is the first time the man around you spoke after entering the room.

"As long as you like." This is also the first time Louise spoke after entering her familiar home.

The man touched the wet bed sheet and reached out again...

"Don't, let me rest for a while, evening, it's good..." Louise blocked.

"Believe me?" The man's tone was low and powerful.

Louise nodded and closed her eyes helplessly.

The imagined tremor did not come.

The man carried Louise to the chair and gently put it on.

He changed the sheets and carried Louise back to the bed.

"Close your eyes."

Feeling the dry and warm sheets behind her back, Louise pulled the corner of her mouth and was obedient.

A few seconds later, the unique feeling passed through Louise's ankles, ankles, calves, and bent legs, a little thick and a little tough.

"What?"

"Don't move, don't open your eyes." The man's voice was firm.

Louise, who had tightened her body for a moment, gave up, and her body was heavy and soft.

The strange feeling kept slashing across the skin, layer by layer, circle by circle, strand by thread.

Louise had guessed the answer, but she still closed her eyes.

The tighter it becomes, from top to bottom, the tighter it becomes.

Breathing sounds sharply.

Peace, from the most secret of the soul, to the top of the head, to the earlobe, to the fingertips, to the tailbone, to every gap in the deepest part of the body.

The man helped the woman up and let her sit by the bed with a steady and difficult time.

"Open your eyes."

A mirror, a huge mirror, stands upright at the end of the bed.

Put a complete bed and a complete woman in it.

Louise opened her eyes and faced the mirror, clearly seeing the woman in the March River in the mirror, and seeing the red wrapped around her body.

Strange, close to you, clear and clear.

Distant, like the other side of a lake.

Hazy is the wetness of the pupils.

It took a long time before reason came back to my mind.

Louise, who could not move a millimeter, looked at the huge mirror and looked at the man in the mirror: "How is that possible?"

"Would you like to believe me?"

"I do."

The man sat behind Louise, not only his heart was held tightly.

"Then give up thinking and just feel it."

"Feeling." Louise uttered the word slowly and lightly.

Quiet feeling, silent.

The woman feels, feels the clear mirror in front of her, and feels the firm man behind her.

Feel the body, feel the skin, and feel the obstacles of blood flow.

On the side of the woman is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and outside the window is a calm lake.

Whether inside or outside, clear and thorough, the sky is high and the earth is far away.

The gray sky gradually darkens with time.

The two figures in the mirror became more and more hazy and overlapping, and they could no longer tell who was who.

The only remaining light in the horizon dissipated, and darkness enveloped the earth.

...

A little spark woke Louise up.

The lighter lit the candle, and the light shook for a few seconds to stabilize.

The man carried the woman to the bathroom, and the warm water flow in the shower washed away the coldness and confusion.

The rope was removed from his body, but Louise's eyes never left the man's face.

Her pupils were shining, shining, and extremely focused.

The man's hands stroked the woman's bruised body, and the bruised became lighter and the skin whitened again.

The sound of water dripping.

The shower in the man's hand soaked Louise's hair.

"Close your eyes."

Never once, Louise was so obedient.

The unfamiliar shampoo taste is rich in foam, delicate, smooth, and a little cool.

Louise's eyes closed, her feelings were extremely clear.

The man handles his hair and his body.

Wipe dry, iron, follow the man's palms, and feel the man's delicate depiction on his body little by little.

With his body gone, he left the bathroom, Louise sat on a chair in front of the dressing table,

"Open your eyes."

The bright eyes seemed to occupy the entire night sky.

It is the eyes of men, and perhaps even more of one's own eyes.

Opposite the chair, there was the huge mirror again.
To be continued...