Gurgling.

　　 babble.

The air is boiling, but the two of them are standing still, neither one steps forward or speaks boldly. They just let the silence spread, but feel the impact of the heart and the boiling of blood in silence, I don’t know. Without realizing it, breathing began to become turbulent.

　　Huhu.

　　 babble.

　　 It seems that the boiling point can be heard.

Alena looked at Ronan carefully, the light under her eyes was quietly surging, she could perceive Ronan's faintly trying to approach but tried her best to control the footsteps, and the cloth of the clothes could not wrap her tight muscles. A tight surging just hit the face like this, making people unable to breathe.

　　 Inexplicably, Alena remembered herself just now.

It is not because time and space make each other strange, but they open the tip of the iceberg of their world to each other. Hollywood in her eyes and classical orchestra in his eyes are actually the same in essence. The two are inextricably linked but yet they are inextricably linked. A strange world separated by thousands of miles.

　　 She was a little timid, not sure she had enough courage to enter that world.

　　 Similarly, he hesitated.

They all stood at the door of each other's world, rationally telling them that they should keep a little distance, but their emotions couldn't help surging and trying to get closer. Finally, they came here, stood at the door of the men's bathroom, and briefly escaped from her world. His world.

　　 In a small corner, it seems that the intersection of the two worlds has been found again.

　　 buzzing.

　　 buzzing.

Behind him, the club’s coveting and chatting are still surging, as if you can clearly feel the surging of the world, but now those noises are gradually drifting away, and finally disappeared in the nerve endings of hearing, as if they were hiding in a small corner , I isolated myself.

　　 bang bang!

　　 The heartbeat that hits the eardrum is getting louder and faster, surging like a raging river, frantically testing on the edge of a burst.

　　 Then--

　　 "Are you going to kiss me again?"

Alena plucked up the courage and broke the shackles. The sound came from deep in her throat, her body eagerly wanted to get closer, and she used all her strength to barely stand in place. She didn't rush up like moths, but there was a hot sound. I still leaked a trace of desire, and almost burned my heart.

　　 Ronan, I heard it.

Alena’s voice danced like a butterfly, light but surging toward him, and the gently shaking wings created a tsunami-like air wave, which set off stormy waves in the depths of his heart, as well as his rapid breathing. He lost control and held his breath involuntarily.

　　Only in this way can I barely suppress the heart and prevent it from jumping out of the throat.

Ronan lightly chins his head unconsciously, but he doesn't notice at all. There is no movement of his head at all. He can't even do simple movements like nodding. He just stares into Alena's eyes intently and intently, the whole soul. The weight was all rolled down, and then he moved forward.

　　One step.

　　 One more step.

The body finally started to move. The slow footsteps can clearly feel the surging pressure of the whole world, impulsively wanting the moths to fight the fire, but the tight muscles still barely control the tremor of collapse and bursting, to avoid The powerful impact of the moths against the fire made each other's bones broken into smoke and dust.

　　 The footsteps are heavy.

　　The air flow is overwhelming.

The closeness of the distance seems to be able to clearly feel the airflow caused by the compression of the space, the surface of the skin can clearly feel the heat, but there is no idea in the brain, completely blank, just watching the pair facing each other wholeheartedly Deep eyes.

　　One step.

　　 Another step.

　　 The entanglement of the line of sight and the line of sight shortened the distance little by little, and the breathing couldn't help but follow the movement of the footsteps and began to rise and fall.

The slow pace makes time completely meaningless, and it condenses into eternity in an instant. Every move, every smile is revealed in the depths of the pupils, and even a flash of eyes becomes lifelike, involving the mind and following the breath. When they fell together, stormy waves were set off.

　　Huhu.

　　Huhu.

The turbid and heavy breathing gradually settled and melted into the beating of the heart, and the roar above the eardrum disappeared completely, but I could feel the gurgling surging of blood, spreading along the blood vessels to every corner of the body and every inch of skin. They all got hot uncontrollably.

So turbulent and so boiling, that one can clearly feel that a huge energy is expanding, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the body, desperately rushing towards another halo close at hand, eagerly eager to embrace the desire to melt , Crushing the body into the blood of the muscles, no longer distinguishing each other, feeling the temperature of each other in the heat of the heartbeat.

　　噗通!

　　噗通!

　　 The heartbeat sounded, and there was the roar of the stormy sea, but there was no fear or rejection at all, but he opened his chest to embrace and greet him.

　　 approached.

　　 Come closer.

　　 Then, the entanglement of the eyes turned into the entanglement of the breath, pulling each other's bodies closer and closer with each other.

The hot skin and the hot breath are completely blended together, and the pupils reflect each other's faces deep in the pupils. They are trembling slightly because they are too hot, and the body is shaking gently, especially when the fingertips touch the skin. Suddenly, she trembles more excitedly and fiercely.

Alena is slightly frightened ~lightnovelpub.net~ as if embracing the sun, her eyes droop down involuntarily, but her body still stands firmly on the spot, she is not back, stiff, or fleeing, she can finally feel the flying The mood of Moth Fighting the Fire, knowing the ending is still resolute and resolute.

The breath is completely entangled. Inadvertently, the tip of the nose and the tip of the nose rub together, and the cold touch makes the body tremble violently. The hotness that breaks through the boiling point flows into a hint of coolness, like jumping directly into the blue sea in the scorching summer. All the pores on the whole body are opened.

heart stop.

　　 But before regaining the beating, the lips found another part of softness.

　　 touch.

　　 Touched gently, carefully, and cautiously, seemingly with a little fear and timidity, tentatively fumbled for the softness, and then separated.

　　 The pupil slammed into another deep pupil again, the flames in the depths rose, and then he approached and touched again.

But this time, the calm and the waves evolve into turbulent waves in an instant, touching, nibbling, entanglement, and absorption, all the energy exploded, and the gentle touch became the collision of gusts and rains, and I couldn’t help but start to go deeper and again. Go deep and ask for it tirelessly, until the body is broken, even if the ashes are gone, it is just lost and indulged in it, and the sound of breathing and heartbeat has completely lost its rhythm.

　　 Boom boom.

　　 Boom boom.

　　 There is only a roar above the ears, and the fireworks in the whole world are brightened, but their world is only left with each other.