Chapter 47: Good Morning Kiss

He was right. If he wanted it, she couldn't escape. The disparity in

strength between men and women was predestined.

Hearing the voice of the breath herself, after all there were some

trembling in her heart. He was the only person who had touched her

over the years, when he was blind.

But after five years, she can still clearly remember the first time, he was

so silly, like a young boy. She felt only pain, but the urge to surrender

herself to him made it sweet.

The memory of her body floated in the clouds, his face, his hair wet

with sweat, pressed close to his forehead, only to feel his heavy breath

burning all her senses. Her invisible eyes were like shining black gems,

making her feel the intersection with his eyes, and then her face turned

red.

At that time, I was really headstrong. I loved someone regardless of the

cause and effect. I didn't even think about what to do if the operation

failed.

Young love, always so pure and clean, unlike now, has too many

worries.

Alan's touching, Olive did not feel bad, even there were some desire in

her deep heart, she was a normal woman, in the face of the man once

loved and has never put down, how can she be so indifferent.

Olive opened her eyes in a daze. It took her a long time to falter.

"you..."

Alan has turned over and down, by the way straighten her scattered

long hair

"In five years, I've never wanted a woman like now." He sighed wistfully,

his low voice was mellow and lonely. "but not now, and not in this way.

There are some things I'm not sure about, but I'll check.”

Did you know, girl, you used to say, "You can't have another woman but

me. If I find out you have one, I'll castrate you, so you can't harm the

world.”

How unbridled you were then. For your word, I kept my promise, but

what about you?

Olive sat up slowly, her long hair hanging down from her forehead,

covering her faces on either side. She wanted to say something to him,

but it was on the tip of her tongue and she could say nothing.

"Go to sleep.” He suddenly extinguished the light.

In the darkness, Alan reached out his arm, grabbed her waist, took her

into his arms, and covered her with a quilt.

Once again shared a bed, separated by five years of time, separated by

the identity in a distance.

Being insensible of time, she did not sleep, leaning on his arms and

dare not to move, pretending to sleep, hearing him gradually light

breathing.

"One day, I will find out all your secrets. You can't run away, girl.” His

lips pressed against her ear, as if he had been talking to himself in a

dream, as if he had spoken deliberately to her.

Olive's forehead touched his chest, her eyes were sour, and silent tears

welled up.

Alan, did you know, I wanted to share all my little secrets and big

secrets with you when you got your sight back. But after many years,

you have become the secret can't say in my heart, but I, thank you for

remembering me.

When the first light of dawn got through the tent, Olive carefully

moved her body, looking for a suitable angle, carefully examined the

man in front of her

His eyes were closed under his bushy eyebrows, with long, clear lashes.

The outline of the face was smooth, the straight bridge of the nose was

perfect, the perfect lip shape was tight. He looked tired and quiet,

sleeping defenseless.

Olive was so close to him, almost incredulous, that she could touch his

stubble grew overnight.

A person's position, slept two people, after all, wronged his tall body, it

was probably a little uncomfortable, Alan slightly moved, the cover on

his body, along his movements, was kicked from him.

Almost unconsciously she pulled the covers back over him.

She often covered quilt for Annie, Annie sleep was also not so quite,

often kicked the quilt in the middle of the night from bed.

Originally, that was heredity, the commonness of father and daughter.

Only then did she feel that he was so real, such a big man and such a

dishonest sleeper.

Alan woke up at this time, his sleep was very shallow, may be related to

the experience of his youth, a little wind can let him wake up.

Opening his eyes, grasped Olive in the quilt corner, she can kiss him

just look up

One hand was still on his shoulder, the other on her head, her long,

silky hair covering most of her face.

“Girl?” He whispered out her name, in a daze, like a dream.

Olive found his eyes open, in his deep eyes, reflected her shadow, as if

to absorb her whole person and soul.

She retracted her hand and flicked it away. "I'm sorry I woke you."

Maybe, because it bounced so hard, she wanted to sit up again, and her

arm, which was supporting her upper body, suddenly felt numb and she

grinned a little