Chapter 29 Section 2 3

It was time for my story to start again, facing the one thing I didn't want to think about, and that was the dawn.Xue Song and Hongxian were sitting in the bushes deep in Fenghuangzhai, when dawn came.Hong Xian was a child who fell asleep after tossing and tossing all night; in the cold before dawn, she slipped into Xue Song's arms.The cold before dawn is a layer of light blue thin fog.Xue Song also likes to hug the red thread sometimes, but that is at night, now it is dawn, in the light blue dawn, he feels that hugging is out of place.When he thought of Hongxian being sleepy and cold, he couldn't refuse Hongxian's hug.In his sleep, Hongxian felt that the front was warm enough, so he turned over and lay down in Xue Song's arms.Xue Song was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning against a tree with his iron gun next to him; while Hongxian was lying on his back and sleeping, Xue Song couldn't be happier.It would be better if he could sleep too.But the mosquitoes bit him so badly that he couldn't sleep.He had to keep his eyes wide open, watching every mosquito that came, to see who it was going to land on.Unfortunately, every mosquito bypassed the red line and landed on his thigh, which filled him with grievance and resentment.He didn't dare to beat the mosquitoes to death, he was afraid that the red thread would be awakened, and he let the mosquitoes eat their blood and fly away.What made him even more resentful was that Hong Xian didn't sleep dead, and would wake up every ten minutes. He smacked his lips and said, "It's so comfortable." Then he looked around; My lord, the little slave family deserves to die—you are so kind to me.Then immediately fell asleep again.

The dawn may look like this: when the red thread fell into Xue Song's arms, it was surrounded by a faint purple.After falling asleep, her tense little face relaxed.Then, the lavender fades away.A piece of transparent light blue blended into everything, and also blended into the small body of the red thread.At this time, Hongxian felt a little cold, so he raised a hand and put it on his breast.To the innocent, this is nothing.But in Xue Song's view, this scene is very eye-catching.There is a word that pops up from the bottom of his heart, that is "sensuality".Later, all the colors faded away, leaving only gray and white.Before I knew it, the surroundings were already very bright.The red thread in deep sleep stretched his arms upwards, as if stretching.She bent into a very curved arch on Xue Song's knee—this girl has never given birth to children, nor has she done heavy work, and her waist is very soft.This lazy posture made Xue Song lose his sense of normalcy.In response to the sensuality, his handlebars were long and hard and pressed against the redline's lower back.

Unknowingly, I regarded myself as a red thread, stretched out in the light blue, and lay in the cold and humid air.At the same time, something hot and hard pressed against my lower back.This scene made me feel real, but it didn't make sense.I am now a man, and the red thread is a woman.It's never quite right to say that I was a woman at some point in the past...