After the Season

　　辉煌纯粹自己找抽才会写英语的…要是中文需要三个小时么!?
====我是牢骚和正文之间的分割线====
After the Season
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Before all the things in this novel began, when Li Huihuang and Cheng Haiyin were just two little kids, when Li Dazhi haven't devorced his wife, when all of them still lived their peaceful and happy lives, young Huihuang said, in front of all the children she was playing with - Huihuang once told her little *cub* how repentant she was of having spoken those words but it has been tooooo late to say this - "I'll marry you if you were a boy!"
In fact, she wanted to say “I’ll marry you if I’m a boy.”
In fact, she, as well as the other children, though Keke was a girl.
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Of course Li Huihuang was not a prophet. Of course not, in spite of her favor on magic and wizardry and want to own a cool-enough wand and a robe, she had not a bit gift of such things.
But she actually … said a authentic one. It finally came true.
How mysterious.
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When she suddenly brought the sentence back into her mind, she groaned to her love, nearly losing her temper. Half a minute later, she hisses in a really dangerous, low vioce, "I hate you, Haiyin"
"I love you, Huihuang." Cheng Haiyin gasped heavily, but smiling, feeling satisfied, his short hair mussed in a terrible mess.
Ahhhhh! I'll kill you. Later or sooner. You idiot, you...you LADYBOY*.
“Believe or not, I love you almost from..." he continued, before she could shout, not awaring his former feeder’s anger.
"Don’t tell me that."
"I swear, I promise, I...I vow, I really love you. Really." He paused for a while, “Now do you believe?”
Looking at the young man’s unashamed cock, Huihuang cried out, blushing furiously.
"For God and Buddha and Allah and all the gods and goddesses’ sake!! SHUT. UP. YOU. YOU. FUCKING. BLODDY. CHENG. HAIYIN!!!"
Oh, dormant volcano had come back to her life. His dark eyes glittering.
Bowing his head, his mouth met hers.
.
Their lips and teeth collided with the force of their kissing, a few seconds later Huihuang put up a last-ditch struggle. It was a losing battle for her, but she can’t –
"Nice. " She remained only one word in her poor mind when her cub finished this long, breathless kiss. Mind? Perhaps in her skull was a small battle of jam, muddled, wet, and…and hot.
"More?” The younger whispered, as trailed a cluster of kisses along her neck, her nipple, her belly and…
“Ah.” She moaned.
Huihuang’s pretty cub smiled quietly.
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Five minutes later.
“Fuck. Stop it! Now!” A fury Huihuang ordered. She couldn’t believe it! It was only ten minutes - or maybe a quarter hour – after they last shag! How could he quicken again in such a short moment!?
“My Huihuang…” the cub murmured, his breath against her neck, hands groping for her back gently.
“You goat, lovelace, lady-killer!”
“Lady? You are not a lady.” Haiyin blowed. Almost... sultry. ”But I like .”
His finger went into …
“Stop…”
“Why?” He asked, naively, with an expression seemed “I really do not know what you have said nor I do not care about it” on his face. He continued to stroke her in a maddeningly slow rhythm.
“…faster…”
Round N+1, Li Huihuang lost.
The only words she was able to remember was “faster”, “harder”, and “more”.
Er …and “Ahhhhhh”?
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It was a common afternoon. Little Huihuang saw her little new neighbour.
It was a pretty little girl, Keke, that attracted her notice. If she knew what happened years later, perhaps she wouldn’t argue with the boys. Not a bit.
After she said "I'll marry you if you were a boy", the little one’s sight line plough over her from head to toes.
“No, you AIRPORT.” calmly said by a babyish voice.
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After she grown up, graduated, found a job, she heard two of her workmates’ persiflage to each other.
You AIRPORT.
Better than you. My dearest Miss E cup.
What? Are you complimenting?
Or dear Miss EMPTY-CUP?
Shut up, you sweet bitch.
……
…………
Fuck you, Cheng Haiyin.
Huihuang thought calmly, almost cold.
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The next night.
“Only because I called you airport millions of years ago, then you hate me?” her cub said unbelievably. “But you know I was a kid and didn’t know what airport on the fucking earth means. I heard it from my dad !”
He was doubt that Huihuang was suffering from P.M.S, probably a little on edge.
Then he added, “I love you because who you are, not because your bobby. Nothing would change what you mean to me.”
What a bloody hell. So it means she was feazed for over a decade, by child’s an undesigned word!?
Oh, shit.
Shit shit shit.
Huihuang sank into their soft bed, the little cub sat next to her.
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“Compensate? Compensate for what? I am you feeder, little cub.”
“For you doing me wrong. And you are my former feeder, darling.”
“So it is for your grievance? Have a good dream then.” Huihuang turned up the whites of her eyes. “I thought it does nothing with penilingus.”
“It’s unfair! I’ve done it for you so many times but you haven’t even for once!” He argued, plausibly, pointing the heat with sightline.
“Fuck you rabbit.” Huihuang said, briefly. Haiyin saw the vestige of smile.
“Rabbit.”
“What?”
“English slang,” she laughed at her husband, “Shag as rabbits.”
“You mean I’m a buck? Then you’re a doe. Why don’t you bear as a doe?” The man crowed over.
“I’m not able to have a child through penilingus.” Huihuang was delighted, “So~~”
Cheng Haiyin pretended to hesitate, “Ah, to such or fuck, it is a question, right?”
====这是辉煌很郁闷的分割线====
AHHHHHHH最后三百字啊没保存重写好痛苦TAT.
备注1:cub,幼兽,嗯,谐音就不用说了吧大家都知道[奸佞地笑~~]
备注2:P.M.S:,嗯,不知道?传说中的经前症候群是也~~
备注3:不准打辉煌!就是发现语法错误和搭配不当也不准打!
备注4:……就是打也不准打脸!

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