Sticking to his gently rising and falling chest, it was like floating on the clouds, and the body was light and wandering with the skylight.
In his ears was his heartbeat that was gradually becoming evener. She stroked his raised Adam's apple with her fingertips, feeling his breath.
At this time, Wen Baijing's heartbeat and breathing belonged to her alone. That is the sweet feeling of possessiveness and exclusiveness between lovers.
An hour ago I was still saying that I liked someone else. It's hard to say that I miss him now.
She had no choice but to answer duplicitously: "No."
"Are you a duck?" Wen Baijing held her hand and his voice was filled with helplessness, "Why just now? Aren't you tough?"
It was easy to hear the teasing in the words, and the tacit understanding between lovers instantly made her cheeks heat up.
"There was no such thing..." She couldn't help but quibble, not wanting to admit it.
"Really?" Wen Baijing raised his eyebrows slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the side of her face intentionally or unintentionally, "Do you want to play the truth again?"
Before he finished speaking, His hands went down from her back.
He lowered his head to look at her, his eyes full of meaning and a slight smile on his lips.
The warm fingertips slid across the waist.
My heart can’t stop throbbing.
Ye Zhenzhen's body stiffened instantly, her breath was a little breathless, she did not dare to move at all, and lowered her eyelids with a guilty conscience.
"You hate..." She tried to push Wen Baijing away and put her hands on his chest.
"You are really broken. When you first got home, you kept saying that you missed me, and you hugged me and chewed on it." Wen Baijing pinched the soft flesh around her waist and spoke slowly and slowly. Xu, for fear that she could not hear clearly.
After a pause, he continued: "Do you only tell the truth when you drink too much or play truth?"
Looking at him with wet eyes, Ye Zhen Zhen bit her lips and shook her head weakly.
For a moment, he came back to his senses.
"Am I really like that?" Confused, she widened her eyes and asked in disbelief.
Drinking Fragment is terrible. The key is that I don’t even remember what I said or did. She couldn't help but pat her forehead and take a breath secretly.
"Unless I'm here from now on, you'd better drink less." Wen Baijing's tone was strong and full of meaning, "It's okay in front of me. If you want to drink in the future, Can I accompany you?"
The tone was a little proud, and the ending was soft and gentle.
She thought for a few seconds, and with a hint of drunkenness, it seemed that Wen Baijing was not lying. I was a little embarrassed, being embarrassed like this in front of him, and wanted to cry.
"No more drinking..." She whispered, her toes curling up unconsciously.
Wen Baijing held her waist, and the two of them sat up together and leaned lazily on the head of the bed.
He reached out to fiddle with her hair, his warm fingertips gentlyGo through the hair. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
The kiss was not tainted with any lust, but was filled with caring and comforting feelings.
Wen Baijing held her face, looked at her with lowered eyes, and asked gently:
"Zhen Zhen, tell me the truth, what happened? ”
She couldn’t help but be startled as her words fell.
I was very flustered, and the words I promised Lu Yu were still ringing in my ears. Even if you don't have to be a gentleman, you should know the truth of a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold, let alone destroy their brotherhood.
She tried to hide it and said: "It's nothing...it's my own problem, I always like to think about things."
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously secretly clenched the sheets under her skin.
Wen Baijing squinted his eyes and looked into her eyes for a moment. Visible panic flashed across her face. Her hot and cold days these days, as well as her angry words at night, combined together, are full of flaws.
She has not changed much after not seeing her for several months, and she still cannot escape his keen insight.
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He was very patient and coaxing, "Can we be more honest with each other? You always say nothing and make me guess everything."
"I just feel that I I'm not worthy of you, and I'm not ready to be together." She lowered her long eyelashes and her voice was a little weaker.
The inexplicable sense of oppression made her a little uneasy.
This is what I mean. Although I only tell half of it, I am not lying. She became more open-minded and tried to suppress her pounding heart.
"Is it really just like this?" He deliberately emphasized the word "just", not completely believing it.
The words fell into Ye Zhenzhen’s ears, and her eyebrows jumped unconsciously.
"Well." She raised her head, looked into Wen Bai Jing's dark eyes, and said in a consulting tone, "Can you give me some time? I really haven't thought about it. I'm afraid that one day... ”
Girls will inevitably worry about gains and losses when they are happy. They are always worried that happiness will be fleeting and afraid that happiness will disappear like a dream.
Cautious and uneasy, secretly happy but always afraid that it will slip away.
Wen Baijing put his head on her forehead and rubbed it. The tips of their noses touched, their breaths intertwined.
His face was held in his palms, and the temperature rose all the way, along with the body temperature.
"Zhen Zhen, as long as you are willing, we can never be separated. These words will count in this life."
The eyelashes are crisp and numb in the eyes, and there is a slight electric current. It flows through the body and reaches the ends of hair and nerve endings in an instant.
My heart is soft again. Man, lying on the cotton pile. Soft and soft, warm and warm.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled sweetly and said in a gentle voice: "When I am eighty years old, you should think that I am an old woman."
"Fool, I was already a little old man by then." Wen Baijing gently stroked her hair and said softly.
When I was young, I always fantasized about growing old, looking like an octogenarian, and dreaming about growing old hand in hand with the person I love most.
Ye Zhenzhen frowned slightly, as if she had thought of something, and asked alertly: "Then will you find the old lady to dance in the square if you have nothing to do? Have twilight love behind my back?"
Amused by her brain circuit, Wen Baijing pinched her cheek.
Wen Baijing smiled helplessly, and his tone was a bit doting, "Do you understand romance? At this time, shouldn't you be fantasizing about the days when we grow old?"
She chuckled, her voice a little naughty, and asked: "Isn't square dancing also within this category?"
Wen Baijing had no way to deal with her, and looked slightly stunned, " Ye Zhenzhen, what's on your mind?"
While speaking, he raised his hand to tickle her. She laughed so hard that she was out of breath and hurriedly pushed his hand away.
After pushing for a long time, I couldn’t move it. She reached out to fight back and scratched at him.
I don’t know where they touched, Wen Baijing grabbed her hands, his breath was a little heavier, and his voice was hoarse, "What do you want to do?"
The ambiguous breath was full. House, faintly flowing around.
"I'm hungry..."
Her stomach growled at an inappropriate time, and she looked at Wen Baijing aggrievedly and blinked.
The kiss that was about to fall was five centimeters away from the face. Wen Baijing suppressed his blush and his body froze for a second.
Then, he got out of bed and hurriedly wrapped himself in his nightgown.
She asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"
"Cooking noodles for you..."
She jumped out of bed and pulled him Wen Baijing's sleeves hung on his body, and the two of them walked to the kitchen.
The moon is full in the west window, and there are two people in the house.
The sound of business in the West has no sound in the rhythm, and the weather is cold and the nights are long.