moonlight lure

The air pressure around him was still as low as before, and there was a faint look of tiredness in his dark eyes. The two of them looked at each other in silence. Song Shiwei's emotions that had been suppressed all night surged up like crazy, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

He walked in, closed the door, and whispered, "You go back to bed and lie down while I boil the water."

She could no longer control her grievance, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him.

Ji Yanchen was silent for a moment before hugging her back, rubbing her head soothingly with his big hand: "I didn't leave, I was always downstairs."

She was unfamiliar with the place here and only knew him. How could he leave her behind.

He lowered his head to kiss her ear and asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

heart.

Song Shiwei answered silently, burying herself on his shoulder for a while, her voice sour and choked: "You carry me back."

He picked her up, walked to the bed and bent down to steady her.

She lay on the bed and hugged his neck without letting go, her face was a little hot, and her tone was very soft: "Kiss me." He was silent for a moment, the gloomy color in his deep eyes still did not disappear, and pressed on the end of her lips like a dragonfly. He had to get up immediately.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, the mist in her black eyes opened, and her long and drawn-out voice was a bit resentful and a bit coquettish: "Ji Yanchen."

Ji Yanchen looked at her quietly, with broken water shining in her narrow eyes, and the dependence in the dark pupils was so soft that it made people feel hollow.

He raised his hand and rubbed her smooth cheek, and the suppressed anger and depression in his heart were magically soothed. He lowered his eyes and let out a silent sigh, then clasped her jaw and kissed her hard again.

Like a fire on the verge of igniting, two lonely and depressed souls finally found an outlet to vent in each other at this moment.

They were silent and passionate as never before, using kisses to replace their unspoken emotions. The floor-to-ceiling window next to the bed was wide open, leaving only the thinnest white gauze curtain, and the shadow of the moon loomed through the texture.

Until all the lights on the opposite floor were extinguished one after another, the fragrant charm in the room finally subsided.

Ji Yanchen turned over with the person in his arms and leaned on the bed.

Exhausted, she leaned on him and exhaled softly. He pulled the thin blanket aside and covered her waist, lowered his head and kissed her neck. She buried herself on his shoulder and stretched out like a stretched cat. He lowered his eyes and looked at her profile. Her cheekbones and the tip of her nose were a beautiful light red color, with a little bit of moisture. He kissed her again and again lovingly, and after a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Going to take a shower?"

The person in her arms didn't answer. After a while, she sat up on her knees, leaned over and stretched her arms towards the bedside table.

He thought she was thirsty and turned to get her water, but her fingers passed over the water glass and went straight up, turning off the light.

"Let's talk."

The person in front of him did not express his position, and his expression could not be clearly seen in the sudden darkness.

Song Shiwei was silent for a moment, then blamed herself and whispered: "I'm sorry, it was me who caused you not to be admitted."

Unsurprisingly, he lowered his voice and denied: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

She deliberately said softly: "The facts are already very clear. If you don't want to talk about the details, I respect you."

He turned his face away, and his tone seemed to be enduring irritation: "It really has nothing to do with you."

Song Shiwei was quiet for a while, then continued to ask: "They were pestering me at that time, was it you who solved it for me?"

He hummed in an unclear tone.

"You hit them, and then they retaliated later, isn't that right?"

"No, the second time was because of something else."

She asked: "What happened?" Ji Yanchen remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice: "They wanted to bully a girl, and I happened to pass by."

Song Shiwei looked at his face. After her eyesight gradually adapted to the light, his facial features gradually emerged in outline in the dimness.

"So your failure to get into the Air Force has nothing to do with me?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you so reluctant for me to recognize who he is tonight?"

Ji Yanchen turned away and said in a stiff tone: "I don't want you to think of bad memories."

She then asked: "Why don't you want me to know that you helped me back then?"

He replied in a deep voice: "It's been a long time and I don't want to mention it again."

She stared at his face and said calmly and firmly: "But your reaction tonight made me feel that it was much more than that. You made me feel that I had a lot to do with this matter."

He turned his face sideways and said nothing, and the lines of his jaw tensed sharply in the darkness.

Song Shiwei looked at him for a while, then quietly ordered: "Look at me."

After a few seconds, he turned back and pursed the end of his lips slightly.

She knelt on his lap and leaned forward slightly, her dark pupils shining silently in the dark night, staring at him momentarily: "Ji Yanchen, what is it that you don't want me to know?"

The person in front of him didn't answer for a long time. Song Shiwei maintained this slightly oppressive approaching posture, but she was so worried that she had no chance of winning.

She has said all she has to say, and all she has to do now is the psychological game. She didn't know what level of secret this matter was in his heart, and how much of an impact it had on him, which made him so covert and silent.

She had a vague feeling that this matter would not be as simple as two fights over a girl, and its impact on him would be more than just a defeat in the Air Force. The real truth may only be known to him, but no matter how anxious she is, all she can do now is to bet that he will speak out because he doesn't want her to be suspicious and blame herself. Other than that, there is no other way.

Time passed by minute by second, and the charming atmosphere in the room gradually faded away. The two of them were still in a silent stalemate, neither of them willing to give up first.

After a long time, Song Shiwei's legs gradually swayed a little, and her toes became numb due to the single posture. The person in front of him seemed to finally give in. He silently held her knees with his big hands and silently adjusted her to a comfortable sitting position.

His voice was deep and low, and his words were ambiguous: "What you faced at that time was not just harassment."

Song Shiwei didn't understand and looked at him quietly waiting for the next step.

"The girl ran out and called the police after I rescued her, but until the end of the investigation, she never showed her face."

After pausing for a moment, he continued quietly, "Because the other party has her videos, she is afraid that those things will be spread out, and she is even more afraid that once she gets involved, others will know that she was the victim that night."

Song Shiwei's spine gradually went cold when she heard this: "What do you mean?"

He looked at her face for a long time, and then whispered: "I hesitated when I heard the cry for help in front of the alley that night."

He laughed at himself and parted his lips, "I want to take the Air Force exam, and I still have a physical exam. I don't want to get into trouble. The most sensible thing to do is to call the police and wait for the police to deal with it, but..."

Song Shiwei's eyes widened in disbelief. At this moment, her brain was in extreme shock, but her voice miraculously remained calm: "But, you thought of me, didn't you?"

Ji Yanchen looked at the person in front of him silently.

Destiny is terrifyingly precise, as if everything has been arranged and destined. During the year when he gave up on himself, he often skipped classes and went to Internet cafes. He played games with that group of people several times and became acquainted with them.