Silent Dawn (Student Campus Adult Novel)

He was reading to her a poem by Raymond Carver, a poet he admired, and she fell asleep on his pillow. He likes to read aloud, which is his best hobby. He reads very well, sometimes in a low and melancholy voice, and sometimes in a high and passionate voice. Except for a pause when he reached for a cigarette from the bedside table, his eyes never left the poetry book. The deep voice sent her to sleep. After listening for a few minutes, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

He continued reading aloud. The children had been asleep for a long time, and outside, cars could be heard making noises on the road from time to time. After a while he put down the book, turned around and reached out to turn off the light. Suddenly, she opened her eyes as if frightened and blinked two or three times. He looked at her.

Are you dreaming? He asked.

She nodded and raised her hand to touch her temples. Tomorrow is Friday. She is responsible for all cleaning in the apartment building throughout the day. He propped himself up on his arms and looked at her, straightening the sheet with his free hand. She had smooth skin and prominent cheekbones, which she sometimes told her friends were inherited from her father, who was one-quarter southwestern minority.

Just as she was about to stand up, his hand had already touched her breasts, and the other hand was caressing her lower body...

"Let me go, get up." She tried to push him away, but he had already pressed her down on the bed. Her skin touched his cool skin, and a strange excitement rose in her heart. She couldn't help but let go of her hand that pushed him. He had already pressed down between her legs. One of her legs was already bent, and their whole bodies were pressed tightly together. His already hard lower body was pressing hard against her belly...

"Hmm..." He kissed her soft lips, and with a slight tilt of his lower body, his penis had already entered her still wet and sticky vagina. She groaned, and her legs straightened up at once. He pressed tightly against her, thrusting his lower body hard. Soon she couldn't bear it anymore, and her lower body was already wet, and she kept moaning...

"Ah... um..." Her straight hair was hanging down and blocking her beautiful face, but her seductive moans could be clearly heard. Her white pajamas were rolled up, and her plump breasts were being rubbed by his big hands. Her white and firm buttocks were raised high, and a hard penis was moving in and out of the middle of her buttocks. Her black silk underwear was rolled up on her calves, and a dazzling white thigh was trembling back and forth. One of her feet was hooked hard towards the sole of the foot...

Her moans became louder and louder, and it was obvious that she was about to reach orgasm under his continuous thrusting. His sensations became more and more intense, and his hands continued to caress her buttocks and breasts, while his lower body moved slowly and powerfully.

She could no longer control herself at this point, her hips kept twisting as he went from slow thrusts to rapid sprints, waves of orgasms sweeping over her body again.

"Ah..." She couldn't hold back her screams. The sound of their skin hitting each other in the room became faster and faster. Finally, after a rhythmic and high-pitched moan from her, the sound in the room stopped, leaving only the heavy breathing of the two people...

After a long while, she said: Just give me something to eat, Lin, bread, and milk.

He said nothing and did nothing because he wanted to sleep. But when he opened his eyes, she was still awake, watching him.

Ya, you can't sleep? He said this very seriously. It's very late.

I want to eat something first, she said. I've been so tired these past two days, my legs and arms hurt, and I'm hungry.

He sighed heavily and rolled out of bed.

He brought her the instant bread he had just bought in the afternoon, bit open a bag of milk, poured it into a large teacup and brought it to her. She sat up in bed and smiled at him, shoving a pillow behind her back as she took the mug. He thought she looked like a hospital patient in her white pajamas.

What an interesting dream.

What did you dream about? He said, getting on the bed and turning towards him, his back to her. He stared at the bedside table and waited for a moment. Then slowly close your eyes.

Do you really want to hear it? She said.

Of course, he said.

She settled back against the pillows, wiping a crumb from her lips.

Well, it seemed like a long dream, you know, the kind with all sorts of complicated relationships in it, but I can't remember it all now. Lin, how long have I slept? Actually, I think it’s no big deal. Anyway, it seemed like we were staying overnight somewhere. We were there with the kids, staying in some kind of small hotel. By an unfamiliar lake. You suggested taking us out for a spin in the dinghy. She laughed, leaning forward off the pillow at the memory. The next thing I remember is where we were getting on the boat. It turned out that there was only one row of seats on the boat, in the front row, which was a bit like a bench and only big enough for three people. You and I had an argument about who should sacrifice himself and squeeze in the back of the boat. You say it's your turn, I say it's my turn. But eventually I squeezed in at the back of the boat. The place was so narrow that my legs were squeezed so hard that they hurt, and I was worried that water would flood in from the side of the boat. Then I woke up.

What an unusual dream, he responded, and drowsily felt that he should say something else. Do you still remember Ni? Ade's wife? She said she often dreams in color.

She looked at the bread in her hand and took a bite. It was rough and sweet with a hint of bitterness. She swallowed it slowly, licked the inside of her lips with her tongue, and leaned back on the pillow.

Do you remember that time we spent the night by the river, Lin? The one where you caught a big fish the next morning? She put her hands on his shoulders. Do you remember? She said.

She remembers. She had thought about it so little in the past few years, but lately it had come to her frequently. It was a month or two after their marriage, and they went out for a weekend. Sitting by the stream, soaking a watermelon in the icy water, they had luncheon meat, eggs and canned fish for dinner. The next morning, their bodies were covered with red bites from mosquitoes. But it was one of the best times they had. She remembered that he had also read to her that night several poems by Elizabeth Browning. They had such a passionate lovemaking that she couldn't move her legs the next day. The next morning he caught a big fish, and people on the road across the river stopped to watch him bring the fish ashore.

Hey, do you remember it or not? she said, patting his shoulder. Forest?

Remember, he said. He moved slightly towards him. He felt that he could no longer remember clearly. All he remembered were her delicate moans and her half-baked insights into life and art at that time, and he actually wanted to forget all of that.

That was a long, long time ago, Ya, he said.

I just got my diploma and you haven’t even started night school yet, she said.

He waited, then pushed himself up on his arms and turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. Are you almost done with the bread, ya? She was still sitting on the bed.

She nodded and handed him the teacup.

I turned off the light, he said.

If you want, she said.

He fell onto the bed again and stretched his legs out to the sides until they touched hers. He lay still for a moment, trying to relax.

Lin, you're not asleep yet, are you?

No, he said. Not asleep.

Well, don't fall asleep in front of me, she said. I don't want to be awake alone.

He did not answer, but moved a little closer to her. She draped her arms over him, her palms flat on his chest, and he took her fingers and squeezed them gently. After a short while his hands began to roam over her body again.

"You...you want it again?"

He looked at her beautiful and blurred eyes and didn't care about anything else.

She pushed him away desperately, but his strong arms held her waist tightly. Her bare feet moved around, but she didn't dare to shout loudly. She could only struggle in a huff, holding his hand to stop him from moving. However, her panties were still pulled down to her buttocks, revealing her soft pubic hair.

Looking at the stubborn look in her eyes and feeling the soft breasts pressed tightly against his body, he could no longer control himself. His hand had already reached between her legs from their tightly pressed lower abdomen and touched her soft and moist labia. Her legs were tightly clamped together, and her elastic legs clamped his hand.

"No, let go...it's too late..." Her panties were rolled up under her buttocks and her two little feet were already on tiptoe.

His hands gently caressed her breasts through the thin white pajamas, and after a while he lifted the pajamas down, revealing a pair of trembling breasts standing in front of him. He began to suck her nipples while his hands continued to caress her lower body. Her body trembled for a while, and she sighed softly from her throat, then slightly spread her legs. As his hands caressed her, her breathing began to become uneven.

He slowly thrust his lower body in, feeling the wet and soft feeling in his lower body, and sighed comfortably. Ya's vagina wrapped tightly around the penis from front to back, and she could feel it from front to back when it thrusted. Her legs were bent at this time, her heels tightly staring at the bed sheets, her toes raised, the long penis made her heart feel like it was hanging, and her lower body was numb and numb. With every thrust, her buttocks contracted tightly, and her hands involuntarily held on Lin's waist, fearing that he would push her hard.

"Ah... um... oh..." She bit her lips and shook her hair. As the man thrusted, she couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable sound from her throat. Her whole body began to become hot, her areola became even pinker, and her pair of small nipples stood up hard. She collapsed limply beneath him, trembling with every movement, gasping and moaning continuously.

In a trance, she suddenly saw the photo frame on the bedside. In the photo, she was wearing a white wedding dress and looking at the gentle Lin with a happy face. She felt a pain in her heart. At this time, Lin turned her over and made her kneel on the bed. He held her raised buttocks, hugged her in the dim light, and inserted it, enjoying the hot flesh in the dark. Her hands tightly grasped the bed sheets, her buttocks raised high, and the two people's uncontrollable heavy breathing echoed in the room. An extreme pleasure almost exploded in her body. The moment Lin finally ejaculated, her whole body stood up, trembling all over, and her lower body was wet. When he pulled out his penis, stood up, carried her to the bed, she felt dizzy and her whole body was soft without any strength. Only then did she feel soreness in her legs and a tingling numbness in her knees. After a long while, she shook Lin who was sleeping beside her.

Forest? Honey? I want you to rub my legs. My legs hurt, she said.

Oh my God, he whispered. I just fell asleep.

Well, I want you to rub my legs and talk to me for a while, my shoulder hurts too. But my legs hurt a lot.

He turned over and began to rub her legs before falling asleep again with his hands still on her hips.

Forest?

What's wrong? Ya, tell me what's wrong.

I want you to give me a full body massage, she said, turning over to face upward. My arms and legs hurt tonight.

In the darkness he opened his eyes quickly, then closed them again, finally propping himself up with his arms and looking at the clock. He turned the pillow over so that its side was cool and lay down again.

She said: I hope you'd like to talk for a minute.

Okay, he said, without moving.

All you have to do is hold me and let me fall asleep. I can't sleep, she said.

He turned to the other side and she turned and put her arm around his shoulders.

Forest?

She touched his foot with her toes.

Tell me about your likes and dislikes.

I can’t remember it now, he said. You can tell me yours if you want. He said.

If you promise to tell me. Are you willing to guarantee it?

He touched her feet.

Okay she said, lying comfortably on her back. I like good food, things like ribs and cheesecake. I like nice books and magazines. She paused. Of course, they are not listed in order of preference. I'd have to think about it if I were to put them in order. She rested her legs around his ankles. I like to sleep late at night and stay in bed the next morning. I wish we could do that more often, not just once in a while. I also like having sex and being caressed when I'm not expecting it. I like watching movies and having ice cream afterwards. I hope to go to the movies at least once a month. I want my children to have beautiful clothes to wear and to be able to buy them clothes when they need them without having to wait. Abai needs a set of clothes for the festival now. I also want to buy a new set of clothes for Leilei. He is the twin brother after all. I hope you have a new suit too. In fact, you need a new suit more than he does. I wish we had our own house and didn't have to move every year or every few months. This is the greatest hope.

She said, I want us to have a solid life together without having to worry about money and bills and stuff like that… You fell asleep. She said.

……No. After a while, he said.

I can't remember anything anymore. It's your turn. Tell me what you like.

I don’t know, a lot of things. He grunted.

Well, tell me. We're just talking, right?

I wish you would stop bothering me, ya. He rolled over to his side again and stretched his arms over the edge of the bed. She turned around too, and pressed close to him.

Forest?

Oh my God, he said. Then he said: Okay. Let me stretch my legs first so I can wake up.

After a while she said, Lin? Did you fall asleep again? She shook his shoulder gently, but received no response. She lay against his body for a long time, trying to fall asleep. At first she lay very quietly, leaning against him without moving, breathing small, even breaths. But she couldn't sleep.

She tried not to listen to his breathing, it made her feel uncomfortable. There was a sound coming from his nose when he breathed. She tried to regulate her breathing, to match her exhalation and inhalation to the rhythm of his. But it didn't work. This little sound coming from his nose made all the efforts go to waste. She rolled over again, pressing her hips against his, and stretched her arms all the way out of the bed, her fingertips carefully pressing against the cold wall. She heard two people coming up the stairs. Someone let out a hoarse, greasy laugh before opening the door. Then she heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor.

She turned over again. Someone next door flushed the toilet, and then a moment later, flushed it again. She rolled over again, this time facing up, and tried to relax herself. She remembered something she had read in a magazine: if all the bones, muscles and joints in the body could be completely relaxed, sleep would surely come. She let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and lay still, her arms stretched out at her sides. She tried to relax herself, closing her eyes and opening them again. She thought about her fingers curled up in the sheet in front of her lips. She held out a finger and placed it on the sheet. She touched her thumb to the wedding ring on her ring finger. She rolled over onto her side and then onto her front. She began to feel fearful, and in a state of inexplicable anxiety, she prayed to be able to sleep.

Please, God, let me sleep.

She tried hard to fall asleep.

Lin, she whispered.

No response.

She heard a child in the next room roll over and hit the wall. She listened and listened, but there was no other sound. She placed her hand on her left breast and felt the heartbeat through her fingers. She lay on the bed with her head off the pillow and her mouth on the sheets and began to cry. She cried for a while, then crawled to the foot of the bed and got out of it.

She washed her face and hands in the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, and as she brushed she looked at her face in the mirror, and she started crying again.

After a while, she went to check on the children. He pulled his youngest son's blanket up to cover his shoulders. She went back into the living room and sat in the big chair. Now and then a car would pass on the street outside and she would look up. Every time a car passed by, she would listen and wait.

She stood up at the first light of day. She came to the window. The trees and the row of two-story apartment buildings across the street took on their shapes as she watched. The sky became whiter and the light increased dramatically. She was sure that she had never watched the sunrise so carefully before, except when she had to get up early because of one or other of her children. She had never read in any of the books or seen in the paintings that a sunrise could be so terrible.

She waited for a moment, feeling the biting chill of dawn. She tucked in the collar of her nightgown. The air was damp and cold. The surrounding scene gradually emerged. She looked over little by little, and finally her eyes stopped on the flashing red light at the intersection.

She drew the curtains and returned to the dark bedroom. He lay in the middle of the bed, the quilt wrapped around his shoulders and half of his head pressed under the pillow. He looked desperate as he slept, his teeth clenched, his arm stretched straight across her side of the bed. As she watched, the room became very bright and the sheets became whiter and whiter before her eyes.

She wet her lips, made a little sticky sound, and knelt down. She stretched out her hands on the bed.

Oh my God, she said. Can anyone help us please.