moonlight lure

Song Shiwei was quiet for a moment, vaguely feeling the difference in personality between the brother and sister.

Ji Yanchen's "scheming" was all used to get closer to her, while his sister's "scheming" was to control the relationship.

Her attitude toward the latter is not derogatory, because a relationship cannot be run solely on emotion and requires some skills. She just found it interesting from the perspective of a bystander. At the same time, she also gained an additional understanding of their family's genes. His sister's inner character did not match her sweet appearance at all, and the core was even deeper than the family imagined. is much more powerful.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but sigh: "Teacher Xie's revolutionary road is still very long."

Ji Jia smiled calmly: "This is what he deserves after spending so many years."

They both fell silent at the same time.

The glass in the room is very soundproof, but you can still vaguely hear the sound in the hall outside. After the noise is reduced, it looks like hypnotic white noise.

Song Shiwei closed her eyes, and when she was about to fall asleep due to the heat of the stone beneath her, there was a sudden chill on her cheeks.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and Ji Yanchen squatted above her head, leaning down to hold her face and staring down at her.

Her voice was a little confused: "You are here."

He rubbed her face hard: "If you don't come, my wife will be steamed."

Song Shiwei blinked slowly a few times, gradually woke up, and motioned to the empty seat next to her: "Lie down too."

Ji Yanchen shook his head and refused: "I feel a little chest tight now."

"You try it."

Song Shiwei sat up on his arm, "Lie down and I'll help you bury it."

Ji Yanchen smiled and raised his hand to tidy up the hair on her forehead: "Is there such a good service?"

She shook off the stones on her body and stood up unsteadily: "I'll familiarize myself with it in advance so that you can use it when you get older."

Ji Yanchen: "."

He laughed speechlessly, "Mrs. Ji, isn't it a little early for you to start practicing burying your old man now?"

Song Shiwei bent over and grabbed his hand, her cheeks as red as a small stove, and pushed him to the seat next to her: "Sooner or later, you will most likely walk in front of me."

Ji Yanchen was pushed by her to lie down and looked back at her: "Why?"

"Because the average life span of men around the world is already lower than that of women."

"Then what will you do if I leave?"

As she piled stones on him, she said matter-of-factly: "Let's find another one while we're young."

He was lying on the stone with a dark expression on his face: "Will you still be young if I leave?"

Song Shiwei suppressed her laughter and pressed his shoulder, then slowly buried his neck with a stone: "Then who can say for sure?"

Ji Yanchen was already intolerant of heat, and being so angry with her made him feel tighter in the chest and short of breath: "I think you want me to die today."

Song Shiwei squatted down next to him, raised her hand to cover his mouth and nose, and said softly on purpose: "What are you talking about, Dalang?"

Ji Yanchen snorted coldly, opened his mouth and bit her finger hard. Song Shiwei hissed in pain and slapped him in the face with her backhand.

"Snapped!"

Just then, Xie Zhan pushed open the door with a pot of tea. Seeing this scene, his black eyes first flashed with surprise, and then he raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

Song Shiwei raised her hand and pulled her lips, looking a little embarrassed. Ji Yanchen was very calm: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen domestic violence?"

Xie Zhan walked in with a smile, dragged the small low table in the corner in front of the two of them, and said leisurely: "I have seen domestic violence, but I have never seen someone who still looks proud after being raped." Ji Yanchen glanced at him coolly. : "Then come to Chengdu and let me open your eyes."

The other party waved his hand and declined: "No, no, I know too many people in TV series don't live long. I don't want to die young because of your dark history."

When the two of them were going back and forth, Song Shiwei noticed that the couple just now had left, and Ji Jia didn't know where they went.

Xie Zhan poured her a small cup of tea, and she took it after thanking her. Ji Jia bit a popsicle and pushed the door in. She also held one in her hand and handed it over.

It's hard not to be tempted by the appearance of such cool food in such a steamy room. Song Shiwei hesitated briefly, then shook her head.

After she and Ji Yanchen got together, she gradually gave up drinking ice. Now her cold hands and feet are much better, and the cycle time is much more regular than before. She has a hard-earned body and is usually not greedy outside.

Ji Jia gave it to Xie Zhan again, and he also shook his head. It was Ji Yanchen's turn to get the popsicle.

He was buried in the stone and only his face was exposed, but that didn't stop him from being yin and yang: "Thank you sister for your kindness. Brother, my heart is already very cool. I don't need to eat this anymore."

Ji Jia's face was indifferent, as if she had long been used to it and didn't care much. Xie Jingzhan consciously took another popsicle that no one wanted and tore it into his mouth and took a bite. He took a breath of pleasure and asked vaguely: "My mother and the others are going to the spa. What are we going to do later? Soaking feet? Singing." ?”

Song Shiwei suggested: "I want to go to the screening room."

She asked the other people for their opinions with her eyes. Ji Jia was as gentle as usual and did not express his position. Xie Zhan's expression was somewhat meaningful: "I'm afraid Yan Chen can't do it."

Men are naturally extremely sensitive to these two words. Even if they are half buried, they still open their eyelids and look at them coldly: "I can't do it, but you can?"

Xie Zhan laughed and did not respond to his question: "I looked at the timetable when I came here just now. There will be a horror and suspense game in thirty minutes."

Song Shiwei was addicted to food and her eyes lit up: "Okay, do you want to go?"

Xie Zhan glanced at the person in the stone with a smile but not a smile, put his big palm on the back of Ji Jia's neck and rubbed it twice, and declined: "We won't disturb the newlyweds. Let's go take a foot bath, okay?"

Ji Jia buried her head in her mouth and chewed on the popsicle. After a long while, she let out a small hum.

Ten minutes later, the four of them separated in the lobby.

Song Shiwei and Ji Yanchen wiped their faces and necks with towels, bought two drinks in the rest area, sat down for a while to enjoy the cool breeze, and then went to the movie theater before the show time and picked out two lounge chairs in the corner.

Ji Yanchen reminded her: "This is not the best viewing angle."

Song Shiwei moved her chair towards him and almost said, "Ghost movie, why do you need the best viewing angle? The important thing is to participate."

Ji Yanchen laughed. Both of them lay down on the chairs. The person next to them turned to him and asked him softly: "Are you brave?"

Without waiting for his answer, she said to herself: "You are not even afraid of criminals, let alone ghosts. People are much scarier than ghosts."

Ji Yanchen pursed his lower lip with complicated eyes. After a moment of silence, he nodded calmly and said yes.

The movie officially started, and Song Shiwei quickly fell into the atmosphere. She was so focused on following the plot that she didn't realize that the person next to her was falling asleep with her eyes closed.

During the first climax, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed his arm. Seeing him opening his eyes drowsily, she couldn't help but scolded him: "How can you still fall asleep while watching a horror movie?"

Ji Yanchen made a vague hum and was about to close his eyes again. She leaned over, held his hand and whispered coquettishly: "Don't sleep, I'm scared, won't you stay with me?"

He didn't reply. She blinked and continued: "A ghost will come out of the screen in a while. Who will protect me when you are asleep?"

Ji Yanchen reluctantly curled his lips, put one hand around her waist, and whispered, "Okay, I won't sleep anymore."

Song Shiwei hugged his arm and rested her chin on it, feeling very safe.

The movie continues. The plot tells that the heroine heard a strange noise at home. She picked up a stick and searched every corner of the room, and finally pushed open the bathroom door.