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Song Wenjing didn't say anything, she just ate all the cake and swallowed the sweet cream, which was a very unique taste to him.

Because there is love in it...
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Yan Ran worked part-time for a month, living frugally and not daring to spend any money carelessly. He saved it like a miser every day. He took it out every day to look at it and touch it, which made him feel an indescribable sense of pride.

After finishing the bookshelf today, the bookstore owner paid today's salary.

With today's money collected, Yan Ran saved a total of one thousand.

She stuffed all the money in her pocket. She had no choice but to put it anywhere, and she didn't feel at ease. She could only put it on her body so that she could take it out and look at it when she felt itchy.

Song Wenjing found Yan Ran in a small corner.

She was wearing a simple round-neck short-sleeved shirt, exposing half of her delicate white collarbones. There was dust on her cheeks that she didn't even have time to wipe, and she was as diligent as a hamster counting its grain.

There were only ten bills, but I took the trouble to count them again and again.

As you get closer, you can hear the other person counting money.

"One, two, three..."

She was so absorbed in counting that she didn't notice that Song Wenjing had slowly walked in and walked to her side without even noticing.

Song Wenjing didn't disturb him, and listened quietly. It wasn't until Yan Ran had finished counting the thousand and took the trouble to prepare and counted again that he deliberately made a sound.

Yan Ran quickly raised his head.

It was just at this time that the gorgeous sunset shone in from the patterned window, and he looked happy. The red mole on the tip of his nose seemed to be soaked in water vapor, glowing with a clear and clear light.

The dark, wet broken hair slid to the sides of his cheeks as he moved, and the ends of the hair were coated with a layer of brilliant light.

Her eyelashes were densely packed, and gray shadows fell on her pale, almost transparent face, like fragile butterfly wings.

There was still dust on her face, but her eyes were more beautiful than all the gems in the world.

"Song Wenjing, I have 1000 yuan!"

Holding 1000 yuan in your hand is like holding a treasure.

The meaning of this money is completely different to her. She earned it entirely through her own efforts. It also reflects that she is not a waste, nor is she a parasite who cannot live without the Ren family. .

This is her first salary.

It is also a symbol of her efforts.

The next moment, Yan Ran put all the hard-earned money in front of Song Wenjing. She had a very ruthless appearance and a face that knew how to love people.

To put it more vulgarly, it is a love affair.

But now her eyes revealed a purity that was rare in this world.

It's hard to imagine that Yan Ran has such clean eyes.

Her tone was light.

"Give you all!"

Song Wenjing was stunned, and her heart felt hot. His voice was hoarse and he asked, "What do you give me for the money you earned?"

"Give you flowers!" Yan Ran said easily, as if he didn't know the meaning of this sentence at all, "I earn your money just to give you flowers."

Song Wenjing's heart was beating fast, and her fingertips were numb.

His throat was dry, and many words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he only turned into a light sentence.

"why?"

Why should you be so nice to him?
Yan Ran answered without any hesitation, "Without a reason, I think there is no reason for anything."

"If I have to talk about one thing," Yan Ran thought for a while and said, "It's just as you wish."

Her skin is as white as snow, which is incompatible with the dimly lit corner, and her eyes are clear and clear. When she smiles, she curves into a crescent moon and shines brightly, making anyone who sees her feel happy.

Song Wenjing told the truth in an understatement, "If you give all this money to me, what will you do with yourself?"

This question is really difficult for Yan Ran.

Soon she gave an unexpected answer.

"My appetite is very small." Yan Ran said seriously, not joking.

“You can’t eat much and you can’t spend much money.”

Song Wenjing is different.

There are so many places for him to spend money.

Song Wenjing will definitely be admitted to the best university, and there will be many places to spend money.

Yan Ran said: "I want to make your life less miserable."

Yan Ran never hides anything, he just says whatever he wants.

Even if her words were too innocent and cruel.

Is it bitter?

Song Wenjing actually didn't feel that it was very painful.

In his memory, no one had ever said similar words to him, fearing that he would suffer, so he never felt the meaning of suffering.

Those people will only think that he is a representative of poverty, and the mercy and charity from above poke his spine.

Song Wenjing suddenly made a request.

"Can I hug you?"

Yan Ran was stunned for a moment, and then the smile slowly bloomed on his face, like a shy flower waiting to be released.

She didn't speak, she just acted.

The thin figure stretched out his arms and hugged the tall boy, nearly 1.9 meters tall.

She is so thin, so slender.

But it seems to be able to give countless warmth.

Song Wenjing couldn't restrain himself. For a moment, he even greedily wanted to embed himself into this person's bones and blood, sharing even his breathing and blood, and could never be separated again.

All words were lost in the embrace.

Song Wenjing suddenly felt that the hardships he had suffered for so many years were nothing, because he met his own light, which came specifically for him.

Song Wenjing's whole body was wrapped in the aura that belonged to Yan Ran, and the faint fragrance made her brain go blank.

He closed his eyes silently and exhaled slowly, but he was fascinated by this breath and greedily wanted more.

This feeling seemed to turn it into a deeper and more dangerous abyss, and from then on it became a prison and a cocoon to bind itself.

"Yan Ran..."

Song Wenjing's Adam's apple moved, forcing out almost hoarse syllables from deep in her chest.

He always felt like a ghost wandering on the edge of the world, thinking that he would always be like this, living in such a boring and dark gutter.

Song Wenjing's eyes were very dark.

It was an extremely strange deep black that made people afraid to look at it more.

He held the frail figure in his arms like a fluttering maple leaf, and fixed the other person's soft white chin with his rough, calloused palms.

The pale lips reveal a hint of pink, like a plump fruit hiding sweet juice.

The unquenchable agitation flowed through his young and energetic body like a dark fire. He didn't touch it without authorization. I asked politely.

"Can I kiss you?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, the boy's voice seemed to be tainted with a touch of tenderness.

With a little bit of seriousness, but also a boy's unique reserve and unconcealable eagerness.

The next chapter is a duplicate, so I’ll buy it tomorrow.

(Can I ask for a ticket by the way~~)