moonlight lure

The other party did not doubt that he was there. He leaned over and held her sprained ankle, rubbed it, and asked with concern: "Are you tired today? Did it hurt yesterday?"

Song Shiwei didn't answer, looking down at his profile. After not seeing her response for a while, he raised his eyes to look at her in confusion. She quickly lowered her head and kissed the end of his lips, and whispered a little warmly: "It won't hurt anymore."

Ji Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help lowering his face and laughing.

He took her hand and squeezed it hard, then said calmly: "I know, I'll give you pain relief when I get back."

Although she took the initiative, she couldn't help but feel her ears burning when she heard him flirting with Song Shiwei so casually.

He let go of her and stood up. She accidentally glanced at the scar on his forehead that extended into his hairline, and the slight arc at the corners of his lips slowly and silently narrowed.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he leaned over and pinched her chin: "By not speaking, does that mean you agree?"

Song Shiwei looked at his face silently, her emotions were very complicated, including regret that he had missed out on his dream, and also heartache that he had no hope.

He was belittled by the people closest to him at the age when he needed the most recognition. After being depressed, he picked himself up from the self-abasement alone. He got up and ran forward with all his strength. However, when he was about to reach the finish line, he was accidentally knocked down again. Not only did he miss his dream forever, he almost lost it. life.

After going through this, he said that he was satisfied with his current situation, which made her feel sad the most.

She had a strong desire to say something to him, but she didn't know how to organize her words.

Amid her hesitation, the black SUV drove back to the city and into the basement. The sudden dim light cast a hazy layer on the atmosphere between the two of them, giving her the courage to approach him.

He lowered his eyes and reversed the car into the garage. She secretly took a deep breath. Just as she turned her face and opened her lips, there was a sudden "bang" from behind the car.

They both paused, and she asked: "Did you hit something?"

His eyebrows sank slightly: "It seems so, can you go down and help me take a look?"

This is her neighborhood, so she should be more familiar with it. Song Shiwei didn't object. She opened the door and got out of the car, walked to the back and took a closer look. She stood up and was about to tell him no, when there was a "click" and the trunk door slowly rose.

Pink and white roses and balloons filled the small space, and a faint sweet floral fragrance came from the floor. The light strips and music also started working the moment they were turned on, lively and lively to highlight the confusion caused by too many words above. Some crowded banners: Congratulations to Ms. Song Shiwei on her 26th birthday, may you be as blessed as the East Sea and live forever.

Song Shiwei was stunned for a long time, then put her forehead on her head and laughed.

The person in the driver's seat opened the door and got out of the car. She raised her face and was very surprised: "How do you know?"

She has never paid much attention to the sense of ceremony, and her birthday has been careless. Especially after her mother left, she was even less willing to spend the day in a grand way. He had just bought her a mobile phone and a watch and it was already very expensive. She also refused to accept the money she transferred to him. She didn't want him to prepare any more gifts, so she had no intention of mentioning it to him.

Ji Yanchen picked her up and sat in the trunk, with his arms on her side, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, joking in a low voice: "If I didn't even know this, then I had to climb up with great difficulty. Is your status not allowed to be demoted one level by you?"

Song Shiwei hugged his neck and raised her face as if thinking: "So now that you know, I still have to reward you?"

He chuckled and hugged her waist: "You can reward it as you see, I won't pick."

She pretended to think about it seriously: "Then give verbal praise."

She wanted to finish what she had just interrupted in the car, but was embarrassed to look into his eyes, so she buried her face on his shoulder and said softly: "In my eyes, you are excellent."

He smiled and didn't reply.

She added: "I'm not talking about your current social status as a special police officer, but the Ji Yanchen that I have gradually gotten to know during this time."

The person in front of her calmed down after hearing this and hugged her for a long time without making a sound.

Song Shiwei's heart was filled with emotions, and many words were stuck in her throat, but when the atmosphere suddenly calmed down, she didn't know where to start.

They are all the same people who fell down many times but got up again. They each encountered different thorns and bumps in their growth. They were confused, angry, in pain, and gave up when they were teenagers, but in the end They all got up and kept running forward, finally meeting again in their twenties with their own mature personalities. Song Shiwei hugged him tightly and said nonchalantly for a long time, "We are the same person."

But he understood. He held her head with his big palm and stroked her gently: "Yes."

She leaned on the side of his neck and said softly: "I really wanted to meet you when I was a teenager, but it might be a better arrangement for us to meet when we were in our twenties."

Only when people like them truly mature can they go a long way. Otherwise, a premature acquaintance will only be a sour and fruitless first love on campus.

Ji Yanchen pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, "Yes."

It took him a long time to get to her. He once blamed himself for being late and slow, and why fate allowed him to get to know her early but kept separating them again and again.

Looking back now, this may indeed be the best arrangement.

He understands her, and she understands him. This is the best thing that has ever happened to him in his life.

He let go of the person in his arms, lowered his face and kissed the tip of her nose, lips and chin carefully and reverently: "Happy birthday."

He will be by her side every birthday from now on.

His big palm touched the back of her neck, and his rough fingertips rubbed the shell of her ear gently.

Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly because of such ambiguous stimulation. He kissed the side of her neck gently, his breath strong and infatuated: "I love you so much."

She closed her eyes and accepted his deeper and deeper kisses, her heartbeat thumping nervously and expectantly, and her slender fingers pressed hard on the edge of the trunk and turned pale.

Suddenly, all his movements stopped, and his hot breath quietly sprayed on her collarbone.

The atmosphere seemed to be still at that moment. He looked at her with dark eyes. After a long time, he asked in a dumb voice: "Have you thought about it?"

Song Shiwei didn't want to answer him with words, she took a deep breath silently, raised her face and kissed him gently on the chin.

He confirmed again and again: "You won't regret it?"

Her answer was still the same.

He calmly informed: "You will be entangled with me for the rest of your life, and there is no possibility of escaping."

She pretended to be impatient and pushed him: "Are you done?"

The man in front of him held her head with his big palm, lowered his head and kissed her forcefully.

His lips were slightly cool, but the force was fierce, igniting rounds of fireworks in her brain.

She raised her face and responded to him tenderly. The light floral fragrance seemed to be stronger due to the rising temperature. The crisp breath lingering on his body surrounded the air around the two of them into a vacuum with only each other. The pale golden moon necklace slipped out from her collar and hung between the two of them, like a witness.

After a long time, he slowly stopped, rubbed the end of her red eyes, and suggested in a low voice: "Look at your gift?"

Song Shiwei's hands and feet were so weak from the kiss that she calmed down her disordered breathing and nodded: "Okay."

He let her go and took out an exquisitely wrapped black gift box from behind her.

She straightened her messy neckline with a warm face, when her cell phone suddenly rang.

Ji Yanchen squatted down on one knee. Before he could open the lid of the box, the person in the back car was holding his cell phone and frowning in surprise: "Coma?"