moonlight lure

She also obviously put a lot of thought into her hairstyle. It was a half-crown style that he had never seen before, which fully showed the advantages of her physique. She was well-behaved and elegant. The makeup on her face was as light as usual, her eyes and cheeks were all pink and waxy, and her lips were as moist as if they had been filled with ripe peach juice, which looked particularly stunning on her cold white skin. She had just opened the door. At that moment, he was stunned to the point of shock.

"You've been sorry for me for so many things." She averted her eyes and refused to look at him, covering up her shame with complaints. "You look so ugly, and you've disrupted all my plans."

Ji Yanchen laughed so hard that his chest trembled slightly. He kissed her lips a few times to quench her thirst and coaxed nonchalantly: "I'm sorry. Can I trouble you to do it again?"

"Some things are missed forever." Song Shiwei refused with a straight face and pushed him with her hand, "Let me go, I want to go home."

The person in front of her didn't reply. He pulled her chin back with his fingers, held her head and kissed her roughly and forcefully. She turned around and struggled in vain, and his words of refusal were chewed out intermittently: "I don't, I don't want to coax you anymore, just let it go."

"Start with the first sentence you said when you planned to come to your door, and do it again."

Half a minute later, Ji Yanchen stopped and calmly threatened, "If you say less, I will kiss you."

Song Shiwei's lips were numb from his bite, and she stared at him with tears in her eyes. After a few seconds of stalemate, she saw that he was trying to lower his head again. She hurriedly compromised, and put her fingertips against his lips and said hastily: "Classmate Ji Yanchen!"

The tail of his lips twitched obviously, but he still hummed as if nothing had happened.

Song Shiwei endured the surge of shame that almost engulfed her, and buried her face into his shoulder. Her voice was like a gnat. If the two of them weren't so close, he wouldn't be able to hear her clearly: "I'm Song Shiwei from Class 1, Liberal Arts. , can I be a guest at your home?"

Ji Yanchen was so cute that she laughed at the cute little campus theater she directed and acted in. He lowered his head and kissed her hard ears several times.

If she had really acted like this outside the door just now, he would have directly dragged her in, pressed her against the door and kissed her hard, just like what happened to her now.

But now he was not satisfied with just one kiss, he wanted more.

His dark eyes were dark and calm, and his rough fingertips rubbed hard on her cheek.

Song Shiwei couldn't see his attitude for a while, but the cold air that had been entrenched between the two for many days had obviously dissipated quietly.

In any case, her first step was successfully accomplished. She mustered up the courage to put her arms around his neck, and whispered against the side of his neck: "I'm sorry."

"You were right about what you said that day. They, my family members, may have wanted me to get back together with him."

The people in front of her were silent, and she continued: "This is also the first time I know their thoughts, and I also find them very ridiculous."

He rubbed the back of her head twice with his big palm, but still said nothing.

Song Shiwei solemnly stated her position: "I don't have that thought. I have never had it at all."

He whispered: "I know."

"I won't be affected by them, and I don't care what other people think. I only care about what you think."

She took a deep breath silently, her light swaying slightly due to nervousness, secretly brewing the most important and most difficult line for her today, "In my heart, I think you and I are the most suitable, and I just want to be with you now." .”

Ji Yanchen clasped her head and hugged her tightly for a long time, saying in a deep voice, "I wasn't doing well that day either. I couldn't control myself for a moment."

As her boyfriend, he had the obligation to trust her completely, but that day, it wasn't that he didn't trust her, he just suddenly doubted himself.

Song Shiwei leaned into his arms again, and then explained softly and seriously: "I took him to meet his family before, and the topic of marriage was brought up by the elders. They only knew that I had known him for a long time and should start thinking about marriage. But I don’t know that he and I were separated many times during this period, and our relationship was already in jeopardy.”

"At that time, he and I were both of the same attitude towards this relationship as a waste of time, so neither of us denied or pushed forward the topic of marriage. We kept delaying it until we separated this time. In the eyes of others, You may think that he and I have reached the stage of talking about marriage, but this is not the case.”

After a moment of silence, she reflected again: "Of course, I was also wrong in this matter. I should have separated from him a long time ago, and I shouldn't have wasted so much time." But she can see this situation clearly now looking back, but At that time, she was very scared and hesitant.

Because Ming Xu at least already understands her problems very well. If she breaks up with him and meets a new stranger, it means that she has to frankly present her problems to him again. She was afraid of facing this process, so she preferred to deceive herself and hide in this bad but familiar relationship, always hesitating and unable to let go.

Fortunately, the person she met later was him.

Song Shiwei subconsciously hugged his neck tightly and whispered in his ear: "You don't need to compare with him or anyone else, because I only like you."

He slowly stroked the back of her neck, as if in silent response.

She took advantage of this courage and said, "You have done very well in our relationship, much better than me."

The calluses on his fingertips rubbed against the soft flesh behind her ears, making her feel aggrieved inexplicably: "I don't like having a cold war with you, and I don't like you talking to me coldly."

He remained silent, and she raised her face to look at him with a faint resentment: "I miss you, don't you miss me?"

The person in front of him lowered his head and smiled.

"think."

He said hoarsely, kissing the tip of her nose gently as he spoke, "I miss you too."

How could I not think about it? I think about it every minute. When he woke up in the afternoon, his head was as heavy as a fog. Even what he did last night was blurry, but he still instinctively picked up the phone and wanted to call her. After dialing the number, he suddenly remembered They are still in the cold war.

He originally wanted to take a bath and go find her in the evening, but he didn't expect that she would come first and give him such a big surprise.

In fact, he regretted it after he got home and calmed down that day. His loss of control did not entirely come from her ex, but that he always thought that he could just be himself, but it turned out that in the eyes of others, his career would make her so hard and scared.

He suddenly doubted himself, did he really want her to endure this for him?

Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and stared at her face with complicated eyes. Her eyes were dark and clear, shining softly and brightly when she looked up at him, shining into the deepest and darkest side of his heart.

At that moment, he suddenly felt unprecedented clarity and certainty, and he couldn't do it.

He couldn't let her go, for any reason, at any time.

He hugged her hard, put his forehead against hers, and responded to her monologue in a low voice: "I don't like to have a cold war with you either. It's very difficult not to go to you. It's more uncomfortable than the cold war itself."

She pursed her lips slightly and chuckled, letting him bury her in his arms, "You have also done a good job in our relationship. I feel everything you have done for me."

The arc at the end of her lips remained unchanged, and her eyelashes were vaguely moist. He lowered his head and kissed her eyes, his voice solemn and deep: "I like you too, I only like you."

"Song Shiwei will always come first unconditionally to me."

Song Shiwei looked at the person in front of her quietly, her breath slowly filled with warmth and sourness.

She wanted to cry, but not because she wanted to cry. This feeling was foreign and happy to her, like being cherished and prioritized by someone, and it was also a long time coming for her.

She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him gently. His big palm clasped the back of her neck, but the force on his lips was lingering, patiently matching her jerky rhythm, and his other hand lingered around her waist.

The temperature surrounding the two of them continued to rise, and the person leading the rhythm had already unknowingly changed positions. Song Shiwei was forced to hold on to his shoulders, and her back felt a little painful when pressed against the hard door. She twisted her body to adjust to a comfortable position. The person in front of her seemed dissatisfied with her movements, and patted her with his big hand. It hurts, but it's shameful.

She groaned and protested with tears in her eyes, and the strong and clear breath in front of her became more aggressive. When her two breaths became inextricably intertwined and gradually became faster, his phone suddenly vibrated.