her, and started the curious molten thrilling that spread and spread till she was carried away with the last, blind flush of extremity.

她哆嗦着，心灵已经熔化。当他进入时，难以言喻的快感浪潮袭遍全身，温柔但却震撼，某种骨软筋酥的奇妙感受不断扩展开去，直到最后时刻那无法抑制的终极巨浪将她彻底席卷。

He heard the distant hooters of Stacks Gate for seven o'clock. It was Monday morning. He shivered a little, and with his face between her breasts pressed her soft breasts up over his ears, to deafen him.

他听到远处斯塔克斯门传来的汽笛声，知道已是清晨七点。这是周一的清晨。他颤抖了一下，将脸埋进她的乳沟，用柔软的双峰掩住自己的耳朵，以隔绝外界的声音。

She had not even heard the hooters. She lay perfectly still, her soul washed transparent.

她却压根没有听到汽笛长鸣。她只是静静地躺着，灵魂已被冲洗得晶莹透明。

"You must get up, mustn't you?” He muttered.

“你得起来了。”他喃喃地说。

"What time?" Came her colourless voice.

“几点了？”她的声音全无色彩。

"Seven-o'clock blowers a bit sin’.” "I suppose I must." She was resenting as she always did, the compulsion from outside.

“七点的汽笛刚刚响过。”“我确实得起来了。”面对来自外界的压力，她仍旧心有怨恨。

He sat up and looked blankly out of the window. "You do love me, don't you?” She aske