Gojo has become My cat

35

Chapter 35

    The sound of Lingling water.

    The sparkling water surrounded the young man's waist. The waist soaked in the water is slightly white, with a certain sickly and weak beauty. Above the waist, the open white shirt is spread out, like a rootless flower floating and blooming in the water.

    The forest was so dark that it was almost pitch black, and above the head, the tangled branches and vines were tightly entangled, preventing a lot of sunlight from entering. Occasionally, one or two beams of sunlight drilled in layer by layer, sprinkled on the water surface, and the refracted light spots resembled the white spots of light in classical oil paintings.

    The white spot swayed randomly, falling on the young man's wet and drooping hair, bright red slightly parted lips, and slightly rippling eyes like red wine. Finally, a white spot of light landed on his clear and clean fingernails.

    The pretty pink fingers gently rested on the other person's shoulder.

    The surface of the water was sparkling, like a mirror, reflecting the longing in the boy's eyes.

    The wind blew through the woods like an orchestra, humming, like the prelude to some kind of march. Then, the boy was pushed and fell into the water with a crash.

    Maybe it was a dream, so he didn't sink into the depths of the water.

    His back was against the water, as if against a cold mirror. Because of some external force, he seemed to be desperately pressed on the water mirror, his swan-like neck was lifted up as if dying, and the protruding part of his throat had an ambiguous strawberry pink color.

    Some kind of survival instinct, some kind of suffocating impulse, the boy's body was forced to straighten, tightly wrapped around the support point. And the boy's delicate white hair wandered from his forehead to his temples, and fell down completely, a little messy, which made his image of an elegant and beautiful boy bring out a bit of a dissolute temperament.

    "Mian."

    The boy's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, squinting lazily. Hearing this call, the protruding part of the throat moved slightly, and the pink ambiguity moved up slightly. He answered vaguely. Then the whole body sank uncontrollably into the water.

    The water was running water, and brightly colored falling flowers floated from above, and some delicate and thin red petals gathered and stayed on the young man's collarbone submerged in the water. During the ups and downs, the edge of the young man's white collarbone was also stained with these gorgeous and full reds. 

    And the white hair is floating in the water, living like algae, and the thighs seem to be entwined with vine-like plants. As a result, the stretched thigh and one knee were bent, trying to brush the water plants on the calf, but people misunderstood it as a retreating posture.   

  His legs were tightly grabbed, like a vicious cave animal, dragging his body and dragging him back, trying to devour him completely.    

 The fierce and domineering possessiveness made Qing Shuimian in his dream not at all annoying.  

   Because it was a dream, her body was floating on the water, and the corners of her upturned eyes were a little red. This red color seemed to spread in the water, mixing and merging with the gorgeous petals. And the long eyelashes, stained with a small piece of water shell membrane, set off the half-closed eyes, like rain-beaten paper fanning the blur and blur of the landscape painting above.