Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 358 "What's wrong with you, Shen Du? There seems to be something in your trouser pocket. It's against me."

The one next to him looked Nan Song from head to toe, with an obscene light in his eyes, which made Nan Song extremely physically uncomfortable.

"This violent temper seems to be waiting for our brothers to clean up."

The one who was beaten felt unhappy: "I will go first later! Damn it."

The people next to him echoed: "Okay, okay, you come first, you come first!"

Nan Song was so frightened by what they said that his legs were shaking, his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his mind went blank.

Large beads of sweat oozed from her white and smooth forehead, and even her back was wet. The white shirt was tightly pressed against her back, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

Nan Song clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palm.

When those two rushed over eagerly, what came to Nan Song's mind was the last sentence Shen Du said to her just now——

Don't go, wait here for me to come down.

If she had known that she would encounter these rubbish, she would not have left.

Nan Song hugged his head reflexively and hid towards the corner of the wall. Just when the little gangster's hand was about to touch her shoulder, a man's heart-piercing scream suddenly came from his ear——

"what!"

The expected danger did not come, and it seemed to stop abruptly. Nan Song trembled and looked up.

With the help of the moonlight above her head, she saw Shen Du.

With a sore nose, tears fell down in an instant.

"Shen Du."

She murmured and yelled, but found that she only moved her lips and couldn't make any sound at all.

The person who rushed towards her just now was knocked to the ground by Shen Du's kick, and was holding his back and screaming.

Taking advantage of the gap when several people didn't react, Shen Du bent down and grabbed Nan Song's arm, pulling him up from the ground.

In the end, what filled my ears was the howling summer night wind and the boy's panting.

Nan Song didn't know how long she had been running with Shen Du, until she was pushed into the narrow gap between the two walls by him, and she finally regained her senses.

"Hide in." Shen Du's voice was a little low.

After Nan Song went in, Shen Du also went in, and the two stood facing each other, with their backs pressed against the wall behind them, holding their breath.

Those few people chased after them just now, and the sound of their footsteps changed from far to near and then from near to far, but it was impossible to determine whether they were still wandering around.

The white moonlight above the head could not penetrate into the empty space of the wall, and both of them were hidden in the darkness. The narrow space did not allow people to move around at will, so they could only stand straight and motionless.

Sweat was seeping from the foreheads of both of them, and it was flowing down their cheeks, passing through their necks, collarbones, and disappearing into the collars of their shirts.

There was a damp mossy smell from the depths of the wall, and the surroundings were silent, with a few crickets chirping from time to time.

Shen Du was half a head taller than Nan Song, and with a slight lift of his chin, he could touch the top of her head. Nan Song looked straight over, and could see the young man's beautiful collarbone and protruding Adam's apple.

As time passed, the surrounding night became more and more silent. Nan Song listened carefully to the movement outside, and made sure that there seemed to be no one there.

After another lengthy silence, she finally couldn't help but speak.

"Shen Du."

The boy's muffled voice came from above his head: "Yes."

Nan Song lowered his voice: ".Did you say they left?"

Shen Du was silent for a second: "I don't know."

Still so cold and impersonal tone.

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"How about I go out and have a look?" Nan Song asked tentatively.

"What's there to see? Don't they just leave after staying a little longer?"

Nan Song showed distress: "But."

"But what?"

"I don't want to stand here anymore, I feel a little out of breath and uncomfortable"

"Endure." Two syllables fell from the top of his head coldly.

Nan Song: "."

She didn't say that she had to go out, she was just asking what he meant, why is this man so fierce?Can't you talk nicely?

The air between the two of them regained its silence.

After going through such a fright just now, and now gradually calming down, Nan Song only felt that his legs were a little weak, and he seemed a little unable to stand.

So I had to put all the supports on the wall behind me.

The wall is cool, and a trace of coolness seeps into the skin on the back through the thin shirt, finally relieving the hot feeling in the body.

Just standing there, Nan Song felt more and more tired, the back of his head was aching against the wall, and there was a faint sense of discomfort in his abdomen.

At a certain gap, she spoke again: "That...can I rest my head on your shoulder for a while?"

She is so tired.

Nan Song didn't know if it was his own illusion, but when she asked this question, Shen Du seemed to froze for a moment.

Then, she heard a cold answer.

"No."

"why not?"

When Nan Song asked this question, he tilted his head slightly, and his lips brushed Shen Du's chin lightly, and the contact between the two people's skin was fleeting.

The boy's eyes sank a little at this moment.

Nan Song didn't pay attention to anything, he just focused on Shen Du's answer: "Speak, why not?"

There was a trace of sullenness in Shen Du's voice: "If I say it's not possible, then it's not. How can there be so many reasons?"

Seeing that he didn't give himself a positive reason, Nan Song began to stir the slapstick factor in his body, and a cunning flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Don't rely on it? Then I will rely on it."

Before Shen Du could react, Nan Song tilted his head and leaned on it.

Shen Du's right shoulder suddenly felt hot, and it was Nan Song's cheek that pressed against it.

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"I said you can't rely on it, don't you understand?"

"Well, I don't understand." Nan Song answered frankly.

Shen Du took a deep breath in the darkness.

The tip of the nose is filled with the faint fragrance of a girl's hair, as well as the scent of perfume that rises from the white neck after being fumigated by body temperature, which is the fragrance of flowers.

Feeling the body temperature of the person in front of him, Shen Du's throat gradually tightened, and his breath gradually slowed down.

Nan Song originally thought that if she didn't go out for a short time, then she could at least take a nap for three to five minutes leaning on Shen Du's shoulder, which would relieve some of her fatigue to some extent.

But leaning on leaning, I always feel that something is wrong.

Nan Song held her breath and felt for a while, and finally found that the source of the problem seemed to be below. She moved her head and tried to look down, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.

".Shen Du, what's wrong with you?"

The person whose name was called didn't say a word for several seconds, when Nan Song was hesitating whether to ask a second time, Shen Du spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there something in your trouser pocket? Is it a mobile phone? It seems to be against me."

(End of this chapter)