surrender to her

Chapter 3 Dangerous Vortex
The young man made a sound, Meng Cheng came back to his senses, his eyes stared straight at him sour, she blinked twice when she remembered, swallowed inexplicably, and opened her mouth: "Thank... thank you."

He Liangchi's handsome eyebrows and eyes were dead silent, wrapped in coldness and indifference, she was silent for a long time without seeing her move, while the Adam's apple was slightly floating up and down, a deep voice sounded: "Can you get up from me?"

Meng Cheng: "..."

Uh... She seemed to have stood firm just now, and she didn't know when she leaned back into his arms.

Sure enough, the thing that knows her best is her own body.

As soon as she stood up, He Liangchi turned around and left without pausing for half a second, leaving Meng Cheng with an indifferent and lonely straight back, drifting away in the crowd.

She stood there in a daze, feeling that a wanton tsunami was erupting in her heart, turning the world upside down, everything was stirred up into a mess, and a faint sense of dizziness rose from the soles of her feet.

"Meng Cheng!" Song Xinyuan's voice pierced through the crowd. Her hair was astonishingly voluminous, and it was dyed blond. She looked like a golden-haired lioness when she rushed over, "Didn't you hit somewhere?"

She watched the whole process on the second floor of the hotel, knowing that a boy gave her a hand in time, but she still walked around Meng Cheng to make sure she was not injured, so she breathed a sigh of relief and noticed that her soul was out of her body look like.

He raised his hand and waved in front of her eyes, "Hello."

Meng Cheng didn't respond.

"What's the matter? Did you get scared or did you see a ghost?"

Meng Cheng knocked off the flailing claws in front of his eyes, and regained his thoughts of being distracted by beauty, "No hell, I met my future boyfriend."

"..." Song Xinyuan was stunned for three seconds, and then said "Fuck me", his jaw fell to the ground in shock, "You don't think you have a crush on that guy just now, do you?"

The upstairs has a high view, so she didn't see the boy's face, but even if he was handsome, she couldn't help but want to complain in her heart: "The way you fell in love at first sight is really rude and sloppy."

Meng Cheng: "..."

But Song Xinyuan was very curious. After all, it was Meng Cheng's first time to move his heart, and he caught his eye. "Do you want to contact me?"

"Ah?...No." Meng Cheng was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't know much about the procedure of striking up a conversation, "It's the first time I've been tempted, so I'm not very proficient."

"..." Song Xinyuan hated that iron could not be made into steel, "Then I would like to ask you a huge Beihe City with a huge crowd, where can you find your crush? The beginning is the end?"

Meng Cheng was silent, didn't reply, just looked at the direction the boy was leaving for a moment, the street was full of traffic, the market was noisy and normal, Song's wishful question was mixed with all the noise in his ears, and disappeared together.

She remembered that the temperature of his palm was a bit cold, but now, the skin around the wrist he held was burning hot.

After a long while, Meng Cheng raised his hand and put his palm on his left chest, feeling the explosive pulsation, as if he was about to rush through his chest in the next moment. She clamored for some sort of signal.

Unprecedented, strange, and amazing.

She bent her eyes, her eyes were shining brightly, and she smiled brightly.

A heart-pounding orgy, she thought, the best birthday present she'd ever received.

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He Liangchi lived in an old alley area, not far from the snack street, but this place was remote and quiet, dark and inconspicuous, forgotten in a narrow corner amidst the neon lights.

He and his mother were hidden here.

The house is an old one-story house that has passed the years, and it is not too dilapidated, at least it is many times better than the various basement warehouses, abandoned buildings at the station, and holes at the bottom of the bridge that they used to live in.

He Liangchi pushed the door open and went in, and saw Xu Huilan was trying to dry clothes in the front yard, half of her body was out of the wheelchair, one hand was holding the hanger, the other hand was reaching for the clothes that fell on the floor, only one leg was struggling Supported, trembling and at risk of falling.

The young man frowned, and strode over, with a hint of reproach in his cold tone: "Didn't you tell me to wait for me to get back?"

He helped her sit in the wheelchair, picked up the clothes, and took the hanger from her hand.

"Just a few clothes, don't you think I hang them well?" Xu Huilan pointed to the two clothes hanging on the clothesline. Do not go to the tiredness.

She is very happy because she does a small thing well.

He Liangchi pushed her back to the room, took out the barbecue and spread it on the table, and said bluntly, "You don't need to come."

Xu Huilan looked at the stubborn son in front of her and sighed silently. She didn't know from which stage he became more and more indifferent and indifferent.

There is deep guilt in my heart, and I want to make up, but I don't know where to start.

"You have managed to return to your studies now, and you are on the right track. You are a few years behind others... This is your mother's debt to you." Her expression was gloomy for a moment, and she quickly adjusted, "Homework is important, why not?" Can I let you come here for everything?"

"You don't owe me anything, don't say such things again."

He Liangchi lowered his eyebrows, the light bulb ignited, emitting a blazing light, and his long eyelashes like a feather fan cast a slanted shadow in front of his eyes. He was not used to staring at people, or he was repulsed and hated, including Xu Huilan.

After a few seconds of silence, he didn't continue the topic, staring at the barbecue on the table, "It doesn't taste good when it's cold."

Going on will inevitably bring up all kinds of bad and embarrassing memories in the past, and the depression is hard to get rid of, so Xu Huilan didn't mention it, picked up a meat skewer and handed it to him, "It tastes good, do you want to try it too?"

There are not many residents around here. They just moved here, and the neighbors have to walk around. Xu Huilan has difficulty moving, but the neighbor Auntie Zhang is very enthusiastic. Last time she sent a few skewers of barbecue. She tasted good and asked where to buy them. of.

Today, at night, he suddenly got hungry, so He Liangchi went out to buy it for her.

"you eat."

He Liangchi turned around, went to the courtyard to hang the remaining two pieces of clothes to dry, and then fastened the gate.

"I'm back home."

"By the way, there is something I forgot to ask you all the time." Xu Huilan stopped him, "I was busy tidying up the other day, and I saw a bracelet in a drawer in your room, it was packed in a wooden box, and it looked quite expensive. "

She didn't mean anything else, just puzzled and curious.

There was still no expression on He Liangchi's face, but there was a slight fluctuation in his dull and silent eyes. The thumb hanging by his side clasped the index finger joint and pressed tightly, then pursed his thin crimson lips, and explained softly: "I never Swept out from under the bed."

"Oh... that should have been left behind by the original owner of the house."

"Ah."

He Liangchi returned to the room and closed the door.

The room was not too big or too small, the earthen walls were pitted and damaged, and old brown-yellow newspapers whose content had long been blurred were glued together, and the square corners of the ceiling were stained with mottled stains left by the rain that had leaked and dried up.

The layout is crude and simple, but it is clean and tidy, and the impression reveals the momentum of serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The young man sat down on the bed, his brows were pressed in a daze, his eyes were blank, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he opened the cabinet under the table next to him, stared at the neatly arranged items inside, and blinked slowly and meekly.

Not passive.

Stretching his arm in, he took out a cold and heavy silver pocket knife from the innermost part, and held it in his hand.

Opening the knife, the sharp blade flashed across his face with a bright and oppressive cold light in the unlit room.

He Liangchi stared at the thin blade, his pupils slowly lost focus, as if he was being attracted step by step, and fell into some unknown dangerous vortex, as if there was still no waves at this moment, the wind was calm, and he would be swallowed by the bright red in the next second.

The blade was cold, but his body temperature seemed to be even lower. It touched the wrist, slid to the palm of the hand, and then to the fingertips. With a slight force, the white skin broke open, and blood beads ooze out.

His blood was hot, which made him wake up a little bit.

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

Xu Huilan's soft voice leaked in through the crack of the door: "Liang Chi."

(End of this chapter)