醒来的时候,烈日依旧耀眼。男孩喉咙干涩,下意识吞咽了一口唾沫,只觉得一阵刺痛。他闭起眼睛,伸出舌尖轻舔嘴皮。嘴皮上那个模棱两可的局部,残存着某种不可捉摸的魔力,它让男孩口舌生津,获得了一种莫可名状的快感。男孩用舌头抵着嘴唇,仿佛整个身体的重量都找到了一个可资依靠的支点。 Wake up, the sun is still dazzling. The throat of the boy was dry, his voice was swallowed unconsciously, only felt a tingling. He closed his eyes and extended his tongue to his lips. That ambiguous part of the mouth, leaving some kind of elusive magic, it allows the boy to talk about the fluid, received a sense of pleasure. The boy poked his tongue against his lips, as if the weight of the whole body had found a fulcrum.