moonlight lure

"What do I look like??"

"Flushing, heartbeat, shortness of breath."

He looked at her face quietly, "Others will think I bullied you."

Song Shiwei was extremely angry: "Isn't it?"

He lowered his eyes, and his dull gaze passed over her lips meaningfully: "Almost."

Song Shiwei: "..."

Her cheeks flushed even redder instantly, she pursed her lips and raised her foot to step hard on his.

As she vented her anger, she thought to herself, tomorrow, no, tonight, right now, she would block all his contact information when he leaves this door!

When the door curtain seemed to be moving, the person in front of him suddenly frowned and groaned.

Song Shiwei suddenly realized that she was stepping on the foot that she had injured, and subconsciously stopped her movements.But after learning from past mistakes several times, his credibility with her was greatly reduced, and she wasn't sure for a moment whether he was just faking it.

When she hesitated and stopped moving, the footsteps outside the door also stopped.

People outside seemed to hear a male voice in the cubicle. After a moment of silence, the footsteps gradually moved away.Song Shiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second, the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly started singing happily.

"!!!"

The original fuzzy search has now become a precise positioning.Lu Li held the phone and said again in confusion: "Shi Wei? Are you there?"

Song Shiwei hurriedly broke away from Ji Yanchen, hurriedly took out her mobile phone and pressed mute.

She was still worried about how to deal with the people outside. The person in front of her looked at her and said faintly: "You gave him your number when we met for the first time."

She was so annoyed by him that she had to control her voice: "Shut up!"

There was resentment in his eyes: "You didn't even want to shake my hand when you first met me."

She squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "That's what you deserve!"

He was endless: "What would his expression be like if he saw you entangled with your husband who has children?"

Song Shiwei couldn't bear it anymore and glared angrily: "You."

Ji Yanchen innocently reminded: "He can see your shoes."

Song Shiwei was startled and looked down. The door curtain of the partition was not as long as the floor. As long as she walked a little further, she could see two people in the room.

And they are still two people who are ambiguously entangled together.

The person in front of her caught the gap in her hesitation and whispered in her ear: "Do you want me to help you?"

Song Shiwei stared at the gap under the door curtain, uneasy: "What are you doing!!!"

Before she could say the word "help", her body lost weight and flew into the air without warning in her panic. When she realized it, he had already leaned over and picked her up easily and put her on the table.

Song Shiwei's eyes widened in shock, and she almost blurted out a low cry but she bit her lip urgently to stop it. Her two hands instinctively grabbed his arms, and her knees were stiff and pressed against his waist. The distance between them was slightly widened, but the atmosphere was stronger than before. It was even more sticky and ambiguous just now.

The height of the two reset, and now the person in front of her looked up at her.

He placed his big palms on both sides of her body and looked up at her quietly, his expression calm and calm, like a large dog wagging its tail to ask for credit from its owner.

Song Shiwei looked at his face silently, her heartbeat thumping under the double pressure from inside and outside the door.

This feeling was very subtle and contradictory, as if she had always seemed to have the upper hand in their relationship, but in fact she knew very well that she was losing ground as he approached step by step.

From the beginning, she unknowingly gave him the opportunity to get close to her, to the last time she gave him the chance to date out of a moment of weakness, and now, to today, she unconsciously gave him the chance to kiss her.

When he lowered his head to kiss her, she didn't push him away immediately, and the outcome of this tug-of-war was almost already clear.

Her heart has long been lost, and what supports her to continue to hold on to the city is just her own obsession that traps her.She opened her eyelashes in silence, her face obviously calmer than before.

The person outside the door left without waiting for a response, but she seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts and didn't notice it for a while.

The atmosphere was not as tit-for-tat as before, but the sudden silence seemed a bit unusual.

Ji Yanchen was keenly aware of her changes, looked at her for a moment, and whispered: "Today's style suits you very well, it's very beautiful."

The person on the table turned away and hummed low in his throat. It was hard to tell whether he was impressed or disdainful.

But no matter which way it was, not telling him to shut up was a sign that her attitude was softening.

Ji Yanchen felt happy and couldn't help but want to tease her: "Yesterday's shirt and jeans are also good."

She pursed her lips, not looking at him or speaking.

He continued to say a pun that only he understood slowly: "Of course, the white short skirt when I first met you is the most beautiful."

One sentence succeeded in irritating the person in front of him.

Song Shiwei raised her foot with a sullen face and kicked him hard on the thigh.

This time, he was obviously in real pain. He held on to the edge of the table and gritted his teeth to hold back his groans. His sparse brows furrowed deeply together.

She pushed him away smoothly, jumped off the table, faced the corner to calm down her expression and heartbeat, turned around and warned him in a low voice: "Don't follow me out! Come out again after I've been out for 10 minutes!"

Ji Yanchen silently watched her angrily leave. It wasn't until the sound of her footsteps completely disappeared that he sat down on the chair she had just sat on, rubbed the leg she kicked, and took a deep breath while contorting his face in pain.

"hiss!"

The force of her kick was merciless, as if she was venting all her dissatisfaction with him during this period.

Thinking of how fiercely she pretended to be fierce just now, Ji Yanchen couldn't help but chuckle.

She only cared about being fierce and didn't know how pink her cheeks were. They were like a peach with bulging fluff due to anger. It was so cute that people wanted to hug her and bite her hard, blocking her from pretending to be cruel. Lips, soft and arrogant.

Ji Yanchen's deep eyes darkened slightly, he leaned on the back of the chair and tugged on his collar to cover his rolling Adam's apple.

He lowered his eyes and thought a little distractedly, but since her dissatisfaction has been vented today, should their relationship get on the right track next?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something golden on the ground, which didn't seem to belong to this room.He looked over subconsciously, paused for a moment, then bent down to pick it up.

***
The night outside the house is bright and the heat is like smoke.

Song Shiwei walked out of the store, walked in a circle quietly, and finally walked around in front of Lu Li.

The other party stayed at the place where they were separated, her bangs on her forehead were slightly dampened by the heat. When he saw her, he smiled gently and asked in a good temper: "Where have you been?"

Song Shiwei suppressed the guilt in her heart and reluctantly pulled her lips: "The handicraft workshop over there."

The other party did not doubt that he was there, but was a little curious: "Why is your face so red?"

She pursed her lips secretly and calmly fanned the air around her face with her hand: "It's hot. There are too many people in the store."

"Here too..." Lu Li looked at her wrist and hesitated slightly, "Are you injured?"

Don't blame Lu Li for making such a fuss, her skin color was too cold and white, and even the slightest bump would make her look very eye-catching.

Song Shiwei followed his gaze and looked over, and then she slowly noticed a suspicious and ambiguous red mark on her wrist, and she suddenly felt angry in her heart.

Ji Yanchen, how much force did he use to hold her down just now? !
This red mark and this anger did not dissipate until Song Shiwei returned home from dinner.

She soaked in the bathtub and rubbed her wrists, cursing in her mind. Yesterday, his hand couldn't even open chopsticks. Why was he so strong when he bullied her today?

(End of this chapter)