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墨書 Inktalez
"Perhaps you don't remember the article you wrote several years ago, but I do. When I was in the depths, it was you who made me realize never to lose faith in sprouting. What your words have brought to me may have already outweighed the weight of life as I kept reading your articles. The idea of marrying you was planted in me before I met you, slowly sprouting as I got closer to you, and when I met you, I even had the idea of pushing for a flash marriage."
He still held me tightly, slowly uttering each word.
"Now I truly have you, I love you."
I still remember my original intention for entering this field: to bring strength to others through words. When he said these words, I felt like a thin mirror, completely shattered by his gentle touch. I suddenly burst into tears and sobbed in his arms.
He still held me, waiting for me to calm down slowly.
Wiping my nose and tears for me.
Now I really look like a little white rabbit with red eyes.
In the dim light, we huddled on the sofa and talked all night long.
We talked about the things we didn't get to say to each other when we were wearing masks.
"No matter who I am, just be yourself, my great writer."
The sky is gradually lightening, and the two of them haven't stopped talking.
I worry that Luo Ming might not be energetic at work today, and Luo Ming worries that I might feel drowsy in class.
"Alright, your future nights belong to me, and we can take our time to talk in the future."
I glanced at the time, opened my arms and coquettishly said, "We still have two or three hours to rest. Can you carry me to the bed over there?"
He suddenly seemed to remember something and joked, "If you write to other men again, I won't be able to carry you."
"I don't care."
As I spoke, I jumped onto him and forced him to hold me. It was fine to hang onto him. His large hands still caught me and lifted me up in a princess carry.
The voice suddenly lowered a few degrees: "I can only write about you."
"In the future, I will only write about you."
With that, he carried me towards the bed.
I'm wearing a white camisole.
My eyes are also red.
When I'm in his arms, the camisole gently slips off my shoulder.
In the dim morning light, the silhouettes of two people are somewhat blurry.
I feel a wave of heat on my body.
The kind of heat that comes from being stared at.
Near the bedside, he slowed his steps.
Swallowed hard.
"I regret it."
"What do you regret?"
"It's only two or three hours left, and getting some sleep won't make much of a difference."
I'm actually so tired that I can't keep my eyes open.
Squinting with red eyes.
"Hmm...? Hmm..."
Mumbled in a daze, and hummed a few times.
"Be good."
He called softly, tender and sticky, making my whole body tingle.
Took away a hint of my sleepiness.
I looked at Luo Ming.
His eyes were deep, surging with the original sin committed by Adam and Eve.
"Let's not sleep, okay."
Huh? Weren't you just worried about not having energy for tomorrow?
"What's wrong? Do you want to keep talking?"
He just gently placed me in the familiar bed.
"Perhaps we can do something more interesting in the next two or three hours."
Echoes.
A sleepless night.
After the two of them finished showering in the morning, they left in a hurry.
This is also strange.
Surprisingly energetic when not having slept.
In a daze, I glanced at the calendar mark on my phone, realizing that my book signing event was approaching. I've been writing for so many years, and I've held book signing events of all sizes several times. But I've never shown my face.
This time is the same.
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