那次醉酒之后,男人萎靡成了一滩泥。只是,右手还牢牢地握着剑柄。很长一段时间,女人就那么痴痴地盯着男人的手。那是双精致得近乎完美的男人的手,白皙,细腻,修长。略显苍白的皮肤下面,隐约蜿蜒着条条淡青色的血管。在这双手上,看不到任何凌厉的杀气,却弥漫着让人难以抵挡的温柔。一年来,这双手为女人隔断了远离红尘的孤独与寂寞,让女人获得了无数的快慰与激情。女人想,这双手应该是琴师的手,它能在女人身体上弹奏出动人心魄的乐章,它怎么可能是一双杀手的手呢。 After that drunkenness, the man became apathetic mud. However, the right hand still holding the hilt firmly. For a long time, a woman stared at the man’s hand so idiotly. That is the hands of a man with a delicate appearance that is almost perfect, fair, delicate and slender. Slightly pale skin below, vaguely meandering pale beige blood vessels. In these hands, can not see any sharp murderous, but filled with irresistible tenderness. In the past year, this pair of hands cut off the loneliness and loneliness of the woman away from the realm of beauty, which has given the woman countless pleasure and passion. The woman thinks that this pair of hands should be the hands of the luthier. It can play a touching movement on a woman’s body. How could it be a pair of killer hands?