没有声音,没有气味,没有光线。官能既无所不在也全面引退,空气里有各种理所当然、不需符号背书的诡异自明性,天经地义,像他抚养她那样天经地义。像她屈膝腿弯、他侧身轮廓那样天经地义。他轨迹确定的热手不断顺流着她披在枕边的冷发,掠过她耳后脖根。没有抗拒,没有颤喘,没有狎弄。她古怪地直觉这不过会像一场外科手术,有肉体被打开,有内在被治疗,有夙愿被超渡,然后江湖两忘。他双手扶住她腰与乳之间紧致侧身,将 No sound, no smell, no light. Functions are both ubiquitous and fully retired, there are all kinds of air in the air for granted, without signs of endorsement of the strange self-evident, justified, as he raised her just as justice. Like her knees, he is perfectly justified in profile. The hot hand of his track was constantly streaming her cold hair draped over the pillow, passing over the roots of her ears. No resistance, no wheezing, no fooling around. Her weird intuition would only be like a surgical operation, a physical being opened, an internal being treated, a wish to be overthrown, and a couple forgotten. He held his waist and breast tight with both hands