发现小涓的时候,她睁着眼,红着唇,头发如水草般飘摇。淡蓝的河水让她的眼睛更加明亮,她盯住我,寒气逼人。她悬浮在河水深处,阳光扎下来,她赤祼的身体散发出玉米般的金黄光泽。她随着我激起的波浪翻一个身,尖挺的双乳和平坦的小腹漾起阵阵水波。我脱下衣服将她包裹,如同包起一段洁白的藕根。我抚摸她,亲吻她,拥她在怀,浮出水面。热浪滚滚中,她像冰一般冷,羽毛一样轻。她早已死去。死去的她,澄澈洁净。她的身体深处散发出薄荷般的清爽清香,我怀疑她就是一株 Small Juan found her eyes open, red lips, hair floating like water. Light blue river makes her eyes brighter, she pegs at me, chill pressing. She was suspended in the depths of the river, the sun rolled down, her red body emits a corn-like golden luster. She turned a body with the waves I stirred, her sharp breasts and her flat belly rippled. I took off my clothes and wrapped her like a white lotus root. I touch her, kiss her, hold her in arms, surfaced. In heat roll, she is as cold as ice, feather light. She has already died. She died, clean and pure. Her body exudes a mint refreshing fragrance, I suspect she is a strain