Starlight is not as good as your allure

Chapter 5
Zhou Ting reminded her casually: "Ye Qiao, this is a lifetime."

She is quite content with the situation: "There are too many things in life, and there are few things that I can control by myself."

A light was switched on.

Ye Qiao was lying on the Japanese-style soft couch, her bathrobe casually rubbed under her body.

She has black brocade-like long hair, scattered a little messily over her delicate framed shoulders, and hangs down to her waist.The misty light soaked her fair skin, Chinese white, like a complete piece of Ding kiln porcelain, with the moistness of mellow milk tea, forming a sharp visual impact with the ink-like hair color.

The warm light hit her chest, making her heart hot.Zhou Ting's deep voice was drowned in the heat, and he asked, "Brasette?"

His hand caressed the ups and downs of her chest slowly, as if comparing them carefully.She couldn't even see his face clearly, her eyes were like moths that were attracted to light, focusing on the overhead light.

Where it can be felt, there is a ten-centimeter scar, a surgical wound.It has been washed away by the years.His fingers often work with guns, and they are a little rough. When he caressed her scars, they felt inextricably painful like mosquitoes' feet.

Ye Qiao nodded calmly, and a word rolled out of her throat: "En."

Ye Qiao was brought here by him half an hour ago.When she lived in Yangcheng, she didn't have a good impression of this area.There are several high-end clubs here, and the tattoo parlors inside are very famous. When she was young, she never thought that she would try it one day.

Zhou Tingshen is very familiar with this place, obviously it's not business hours, so he easily asked the boss for the key.

The boss, Wu Zi, was quite familiar with him, and he had the air of a social youth. Whenever he saw Ye Qiao, he would flirt with her, saying that he was her fan.Ye Qiao thought that Zhou Tingshen often visited here, but he didn't see any tattoos on him, and was wondering, Wu Zi laughed for a while, and said, "What regular customers! Brother Shen learned this before, and his writing is very beautiful. But only special ones are served. guest."

Ye Qiao asked, "What is special?"

Wu Zi's face flushed suddenly: "It's... very beautiful."

Ye Qiao was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Tingshen, and smiled knowingly: "Okay, then give it a try."

After bathing and washing, Wu Zi turned on the light in the tattoo room and invited her in.Before leaving, she wailed again and again, and said to Zhou Tingshen with a bitter face: "My goddess, Brother Shen, take it easy."

Ye Qiao lay down quietly, like a blooming plant, and said, "Why did you think of bringing me here?"

Zhou Ting focused on putting needles on the tattoo machine: "Personal hobbies."

Ye Qiao looked up, he took off his jacket, his shirt was casually rolled up to his elbows, under the snow-white cuffs was a wheat-colored arm, clean, muscular, without tattoos.She tried to find a tattoo on his body as the tattoo artist's logo, and even looked into his tight chest from the collar of his three-buttoned shirt, but she still failed.

She curled her lips: "Then what about learning this? Is it also a personal hobby?"

"Hmm." He said casually.

"Before enlisting in the army or after?"

"after."

"You have quite a lot of experience." It's just that she didn't say that people with rich experience often have a gloomy life instead of a colorful life.Ye Qiao didn't want to go into the dark part of this person, so he only picked a light topic and said, "I haven't studied tattooing for a few years, how is the technique?"

Zhou Tingshen finished the needle, and there was a sound of "clang" as if the prey had fallen into the net.He laughed coquettishly: "You'll know if you try it."

He originally wanted to tattoo the back of her hand to cover up the row of scars, but Ye Qiao said that there were plenty of scars, so she took off her shirt abruptly.Zhou Tingshen is not a self-restraining and polite person, so he let her take it off, smiled, and got to the point: "The thread must be cut first."

Ye Qiao was sure that he paused on purpose: "Are you sure Wen is here?"

She turned a deaf ear to his increasingly explicit teasing: "Yes."

"Patterns?"

"Wu Zi said that he can only listen to you."

Zhou Ting laughed deeply.Ye Qiao lay quietly, all the functions of her body provided for her thoughts, she was very sensitive to all his voices, thinking in her heart, she felt that his smile was like some kind of desert plant, flourishing and reflecting the loneliness of the vast yellow sand.

But the laughter was clear and clear, reminding her casually: "Ye Qiao, this is a lifetime."

She is quite content with the situation: "There are too many things in life, and there are few things that I can control by myself."

With patterns in Zhou Tingshen's mind, he said, "That's fine, don't regret it." The machine was soon in place under his hands. He put on latex gloves and prepared her mentally, "The first step is more painful. Can you bear it?" ?”

Ye Qiao said, "Yes."

The secant pain was within her tolerance.

His technique was very skillful, the cold needle cut through the skin, the edge of the line drawn by the wound was only faintly red, and there was no bleeding.The sharp pain turned into a vague numbness after a long time, and the nerves only knew that it was still hurting.

Ye Qiao closed her eyes indifferently, her breathing was slightly faster than usual, to comfort the longing in her heart.

She swallowed dryly and said, "Have you ever learned to draw?"

"Anyone who knows how to get a tattoo has learned it."

"I said Chinese painting."

Zhou Ting was silent for a moment: "How did you know that?"

Ye Qiao was very sure: "The way you hold the needle is different."

The needle pierced her left chest, and Ye Qiao breathed in a breath of cool air through the gap between her teeth.

He slowed down his tone and distracted her like a child: "Are you good at drawing?"

"No." Her voice was still tense, but she tried to calm down, "My father can draw."

"Painter?" There was not much doubt in his tone.

"It is."

He admired: "Scholarly family." He also sneered.

However, chatting still couldn't distract from the increasingly severe pain, and many trance images were spinning around in front of my eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the moment the needle tip left the skin, it was like Jesus being saved.

Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

The night was dizzy to the deepest, and the clouds were thick.It didn't know when it started to rain heavily outside the window, and she was dripping with cold sweat, so she didn't notice it.

The sound of rain is cool.Ye Qiao gathered up her bathrobe and got up, the open window was facing the deserted beach.The tattoo on her chest was reflected in the glass, only a vague outline, tangled vine branches, like a spirit snake covered with thorns.

Zhou Ting appreciatively appreciates his works—it has never been so perfect.

He remembered the time when he studied painting with Xu Zang.At that time, he was still very young, and I heard that his teacher was a very noble painter.This is indeed the case, until later he became the most prestigious painting master in the contemporary era. A painting can sell for tens of millions of dollars in Hong Kong auction houses. Xu Zang himself is still obsessed with art and does not seek fame and fortune. All the proceeds from the auction are donated, which is a real deal An unremarkable painting idiot.

Few people know that the daughter of this painting idiot has a body that can be used as a picture scroll.

The pattern has not been colored yet.However, Ye Qiao's lips were already turning white, her heart rate was getting higher and higher, and her internal organs were gradually tightening.

She poured the pills she carried with her into the palm of her hand, and a glass of clear water was handed to her, and she still said thank you when she was almost suffocating.

Zhou Ting calmly explained the facts to her: "If you don't spray the fog immediately after cutting the line, you need to wait for 75 days. The scabs will fall off so that the pattern will not be affected."

Ye Qiao and Shui swallowed the medicine, but their throats were still tight. They shook their heads and squeezed out four words: "The stabbing is over tonight."

He refused: "If the stabbing is continued, there is a risk of collapse and shock."

Ye Qiao didn't insist anymore.

Zhou Ting took a deep look at the location of the scar on her chest, and asked, "Did it hurt during the operation or is it hurting now?"

Ye Qiao's complexion was ugly, cold sweat dripped down his face, and his voice was weak: "At that time, there were anesthetics."

Zhou Tingshen said: "You can feel it when you work hard."

Ye Qiao's eyes dimmed, and she said, "It hurt at that time."

It wasn't the incision that hurt, it was something else.

The moisture seeping in from the window slowly eroded the temperature on the skin.

Ye Qiao wrapped her thin robe tightly, and her whole body was drenched in cold sweat. Finally, she gave up on herself and her stubborn resistance, and said, "When I was lying down just now, I remembered a lot of how I felt at that time. When the anesthesia didn't fully take effect , I was lying on the operating table, wondering if I would die if the operation was not successful."

She became chattering, she didn't know who she was talking to: "But I think, I must be alive. Otherwise I'm sorry to too many people, I can't stand this."

It is still the same until now, she lives carefully as if she has a mission.

Zhou Tingshen helped her wrap the robe around her body: "Whose is your heart?"

"It belonged to a prisoner. Before he passed away, he donated his heart to me." Ye Qiao's hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his pale face, as if he had just been exposed to rain, he murmured, "He is a very kind person."

Zhou Tingshen didn't speak for a long time. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one.

His smoking profile is like a gray cat, his eyes are amazingly bright, but no one else can walk in.

Ye Qiao didn't dislike him for smoking for the first time, so she looked at it quietly for a while and said, "Do you have any more? Give me one."

Zhou Tingshen didn't give it to her.

He stood by the window where the rain was gurgling, and watched her walking towards him with a little trembling footsteps indifferently.The rendering of the smoke makes this frame look like a movie shot.

Ye Qiao was wearing a white cotton bathrobe, just like her, cold but comfortable, tightly wrapping her slender limbs, only revealing a white and slender neck.She walked up to him, clasped his narrow waist with her arms, and moved her thin lips together to share the smoke from his mouth.

Her front was sealed tightly, but he knew that there was no underwear inside, no restraints.

The bare porcelain-like skin resurfaced in front of his eyes, smooth and tender, as if lightly rubbing would leave marks.

The sound of the rain is getting louder, like a flood, but also like desire.

His fingertips trembled unnoticed.

Everything seems to be in order.Japanese tattoo artists sometimes use caress to relieve the pain of the tattooed person, like an excellent narcotic drug, which can teach people to forget the pain, no matter the pain is in the past or the present.

But he can't forget.

Unrequited kisses and caresses, the waistband of the bathrobe couldn't bear the lust, and it fell apart after a few strokes.Her skin is extremely delicate, and every inch of it reveals the temptation of thousands of twists and turns, but Zhou Tingshen seemed to wake up for a moment, and suddenly let go of her, and gathered her slipping robe to cover her white and beautiful face. clavicle.

Ye Qiao looked at him in astonishment, puzzlement written in her wet eyes.She could feel that he clearly wanted it too.

Zhou Tingshen helped her tie her belt, put his chin on her shoulder, and breathed deeply: "After taking the medicine, take a good rest."

Ye Qiao frowned, unbelievable and threatening.

Zhou Ting coughed out a mouthful of smoke with a deep smile: "What time is the flight tomorrow?"

"Three o'clock." Ye Qiao replied mechanically, her body wrapped tightly in the cloth gradually warmed up, but her eyes suddenly turned cold.

Zhou Ting tied the knot for her with deep fingers, even kissed her earlobe lightly, and smiled softly: "I will miss you."

Ye Qiao pursed her lips, took a deep look at him, and turned to leave.

That night, I felt restless even in my dreams.

The next day, Ye Qiao returned to Lingcheng from Yangcheng.Shen Ting saw that her eyes were swollen and her breath was cold. She was either tired or in a bad mood, so she didn't talk to her all the way.

Qianxi didn't know if she was instructed by Cheng Su again, so she volunteered to pick her up at the airport.Unexpectedly, Ye Qiao put on a black blindfold as soon as she got in the car, and lay back in the back seat to catch up on sleep.Qian Xi and Shen Ting were playing charades, Shen Ting pointed at Ye Qiao and shook her head, mouthing: "It's like - heart - feeling - no - good."

Ye Qiao was so disturbed by their little movements that they thought they were quiet, she took off her blindfold and looked at Qianxi: "Are you busy today?"

Qian Xi was taken aback, and hesitated: "Ah, I'm off during the day today, and I'm on the night shift!"

She stared at Ye Qiao's cold eyes for a while before realizing that she was asking if there was anything wrong with her, so she quickly changed her words and became even more hesitant: "Ah, I haven't seen you for a few days, I miss you."

Ye Qiao said, "I drove you out for not telling the truth."

"No, cousin!" Qianxi pouted, drawing two fake tears on her cheek with her fingers, and said pitifully, "It's Young Master Zheng, he's supernatural, come and ask me if you have a new love recently .Of course I said no... But he sent me a photo, which scared the baby to death! It’s actually your neighbor!"

Ye Qiao: "And then?"

Qian Xi avoided Shen Ting and the driver, and whispered, "Then I scolded him! Young Master Zheng investigated people for nothing, saying that your neighbor is the second-generation ancestor. I don't know how tough his background is. His father used to Commanded and smashed many criminal gangs, he is a drug hero, very famous! But it seems that because of this, there are quite a lot of enemies..."

She took a breath: "His family's sons and daughters are all engaged in business, and they live a low-key life. On the surface, they are no different from starting from scratch. Zheng Shao's guy is full of silk stockings. I think you are ignorant and ignorant of people's background. There is something in what you say , I thought you were... that..."

Ye Qiao put the blindfold on hand, and thought carefully about Zheng Xishuo's motives for doing these things.

Zheng Xishuo must have seen her when she passed by through a glass at the entrance of the theater last night.Young Master Zheng knew that he might be pissed off.It was rare for him to control his violent temper, and he didn't expose it in public, so he used Qianxi's mouth in a roundabout way. Who knew that this little girl, Qianxi, was all about her cousin, and told her the truth without any concealment.

Ye Qiao smiled: "Just take it as a joke."

"No way!" Qian Xi bit her lips, as if she had made up her mind, and pulled out a photo from her mobile phone to show her, "Even if Young Master Zheng is threatening and tempting, I won't make this trip! Come on, the main reason is that I am getting more and more familiar with the photo of your neighbor, and I always feel that something is wrong. In the end, I found this photo from my mobile phone! Do you think it looks like it? "

Ye Qiao glanced casually, but couldn't move her eyes away.

It was a photo taken several years ago, and it looked like a candid shot from an angle.The man in military uniform stood under the scorching sun, pursing his lips seriously, his handsome and tough side face was more scorching than the sun, and he could see his good figure under the military uniform in summer at a glance.

Ye Qiao looked carefully. Although the face in the photo looked younger, it was obviously Zhou Tingshen.

"Where did the photo come from?"

"My classmate sent it to me. She sorted out the photos on Renren in the past two days and found it. She said that she was the instructor during the military training of freshmen. She is a handsome girl. You know I have the habit of saving photos of handsome guys..."

"Your classmate from C University?"

Qian Xi's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

Ye Qiao looked away and said nothing.

Qianxi recovered and knew she was right, and said, "It's really him!" She forced a stern expression, "Let me tell you, there is a bloody story behind this photo!"

Qianxi opened WeChat and showed Ye Qiao the chat records with her classmates.Ye Qiao was inexplicably conflicted, sometimes she would rather just get along with people's superficial appearance, and not explore the complex memories and entanglements behind each person.But when the truth was presented to her, she still looked down.

Qianxi's classmate's style of painting is the same as hers, and she almost dances on the screen when talking about gossip, feeling like she is serializing nonsense on the horizon.It was hard to come up with a complete story—"You know what? There was a girl in our department who was obsessed with this instructor at the time. Using his troop number and photo, she human fleshed out his name and got his mobile phone number." " "And then? Have you caught up?"

"Of course not. She was ignored at all. It is said that when my sister skipped class to give him presents, he would return them and tell her to study hard. She was super cold."

"So handsome, of course he's aloof. What happened to that girl?"

"died."

When Ye Qiao saw this sentence, his pupils suddenly constricted.The slight pain after the tattoo on his chest entered his heart, like some kind of warning.

Qianxi's fingers continued to draw, and there was only one rumored version of the story - "It is said that the girl went to find him one night, and then disappeared. It took the police a month to find him... It's miserable, it is said that it was The gang committed the crime, and before she died, she was... too scary, a pretty little girl. If it wasn't for him, this incident would definitely not have happened. "

There are always strange rumors about such things happening in the university.But this case is different from the general disappearance of female college students.The police searched everywhere to identify the suspects. Those gangsters were not simple social youths, but the remnants of a criminal gang a few years ago.They didn't go after her, but wanted to take revenge on the Zhou family. It was the girl who happened to hit the gun.

When classmate Qianxi told her stories, she still used a tone of "the world is complicated, so I should study hard and work hard, and I will go to work overtime now".But when paired with Zheng Xishuo's words, Qianxi immediately felt terrified.

She said to Ye Qiao in a sneaky tone: "Cousin, don't you think this... is strange?"

At this moment, the car also arrived downstairs at Ye Qiao's house.Qian Xi wanted to follow up and continue talking, babbling a lot, the main idea was "It's nothing to be taken care of, don't get into trouble with killing yourself", but Ye Qiao stopped her and told the driver to take her back to her residence.Qianxi was still not reconciled, Ye Qiao frowned, and said coldly: "Are you acting in a costume drama? There are so many murders. Go back and sleep well, and don't fall asleep when you are on the night shift at night."

Due to the flight delay, it was already dark when Ye Qiao arrived home.Qianxi stood aggrieved in the shadows, full of worries, and finally stammered: "We can sleep in the night shift..."

Ye Qiao left without looking back.

The timing was just right, the elevator door had just closed when Ye Qiao opened it as soon as he pressed it.

Two golden sickle-like doors opened slowly, and Zhou Tingshen's familiar face appeared in front of her.The eye circles are as blue as hers, and they are full of dust. It seems that they have just returned from the airport not long ago.

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.The person who had just lived in the story suddenly appeared in front of him, and Ye Qiao couldn't adapt for a while.

She didn't know how to define the person in front of her.

The hero of the high school horror case.

Zheng Xishuo said her benefactor.

The man who rejected her last night...

Thinking of the last item, Ye Qiao felt the desire to cut the memory tape and record it again.

Compared with the rumors of horror, curiosity, or much ado about nothing, it is undeniable that she cares more about the last one.

Once the window paper is pierced between men and women, the raw rice and water are stewed in the pot together, and the rice is either cooked or can only be thrown out together.

The complexity of this person was beyond her imagination.But so what?What caught her attention was that he was not interested in her.

Women's thinking is sometimes so simple and rude.

Zhou Tingshen kept pressing the door button for her, and finally couldn't stand the woman standing in front of him, looking him from head to toe with piercing eyes.He leaned over and clasped her arm, pulling her into the elevator.The elevator door closed quickly, and after a slight sense of weightlessness, it rose slowly.

Before Ye Qiao could speak, his lips were sealed by him.His kisses were as bloodthirsty as the man himself.

But his voice was very gentle: "I changed the ticket and came back on the plane ahead of you."

Ye Qiao's voice was still broken: "Huh?"

"did you miss me?"

Just didn't see each other for a day.Ye Qiao thought about it in her heart, but her lips could not be free, so she could only think about his increasingly explicit and unrestrained tone in her heart.Also, she clearly rejected her last night, did she change her mind now?
Zhou Tingshen's hands were even more presumptuous, reaching in from her neckline, and stroking the continuous wound on her chest with his fingers.Ye Qiao was itchy and in pain, but managed to stay awake: "Surveillance..." She pushed him away, turning her face away to maintain a basic decency.

Zhou Ting took a small half step back, deliberately stepping back together very slowly, and leaned closer to him.The surveillance camera she cares about is just above their heads, falling on the screen like a man and woman who are about to explode.

Ye Qiao met his eyes without showing any weakness.

The elevator stopped suddenly, Zhou Tingshen pressed the door open button with one finger, and the doors on both sides opened together, like a left or right multiple choice question.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he said in her hair: "Did you rest enough last night?"

It's not that she didn't want to, but her physical condition last night didn't allow him to act recklessly. Did she think he was willing to give up halfway?

Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes staring at him suddenly, stroked his handsome mandible with two fingers.

Zhou Ting took a deep breath, put his hands behind her waist, and rubbed her thin waistline and sunken waist through a thin layer of clothing.The moment the elevator doors began to close, Ye Qiao flew into the air suddenly, Zhou Tingshen carried her out of the elevator sideways, and walked to the porch of her house in two or three steps.Ye Qiao slammed into the European-style door heavily, and was pressed tightly against Zhou Tingshen, his lips pressed together and kissed like two entangled vines.

Behind him was the cold lacquered wood, but in front of him was a mass of fire.Ye Qiao wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed back, as if they wanted to tear each other apart.

Zhou Tingshen held her with one hand, opened the cipher box with his fingers, and pressed six numbers with his touch.

"Buzz!"

The alarm sounded suddenly when the password was wrong.

Ye Qiao licked his lips lightly, and suddenly laughed.Zhou Ting was a little annoyed: "Have you changed your password?"

"Yes." Ye Qiao pressed his shoulder, "Put me down—"

He viciously bit her lips lightly, raging between her lips and teeth for a moment before letting her leave this tenderness.

Ye Qiao landed neatly, quickly pressed the six-digit number, put his finger on the number key, and did not press it for a long time, then turned around and said, "Does this count as luring a wolf into the house?"

"I regret it now, it's too late." Zhou Tingshen pressed the last button for her with his own hands, and carried her into the door the moment the latch was released.

The self-closing door closed slowly, and Ye Qiao suddenly "hissed" and frowned and closed his eyes before his kiss fell down again.

Zhou Ting paused a few millimeters away from her cheek: "What's wrong?"

Ye Qiao resisted the sudden throbbing pain in his legs, and took a half step forward with his stiff legs, put his hands on his shoulders and leaned on his chest: "Cramp..."

No matter how high the enthusiasm is, it can't withstand two interruptions.Zhou Ting's lustful eyes gradually cooled down, and he laughed mockingly: "Where does it hurt?"

"leg……"

The roots of her ears were flushed with shame, and there was still confusion in her eyes.The peach pink color embellishes her plain and light face, which is rare and cute.

Zhou Ting picked her up and walked towards the living room.

Ye Qiao twitched again because of the sudden movement, and cried out in pain, his nails clenched his shoulders tightly: "What are you doing..."

Zhou Tingshen put her on the sofa, and Ye Qiao's calf rested on the soft and flat arm, with bulging tendons.

Thick dark curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the unlit room was dark.Zhou Ting squatted down beside the only sofa in the center of the living room, helping her gently massage.Ye Qiao raised her head ungratefully, closed her eyes and said, "Actually, it's useless, it hurts even more—ah——"

How could she have forgotten that he was always ruthless, even when he was massaging her muscles and bones.

Zhou Ting deeply held the calf, which was so slender that it could be wrapped in one hand, the skin was smooth and tender, and the bones could be touched through the delicate soft flesh.There are benefits to being ruthless. After the initial pain passes, the muscles and bones will return to their original position, and the throbbing pain will be relieved a lot.Ye Qiao was panting like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, and his calf was still sore. This man was ruthless, but also had just the right amount of gentleness.His strength gradually eased, and he massaged her slowly, the warmth in his palm felt indescribably ironic.

He slowly rubbed her away the soreness while climbing up.Ye Qiao let him cover her up slowly, and finally his eyes met, and he asked her condescendingly, "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Qiao replied "Okay", before the last words were spoken, the person lying on top of her had already kissed her.Ye Qiao hid out of breath: "Are you reincarnated from a pervert..."

Zhou Tingshen caressed her spine inch by inch, revealing his scheming without any concealment: "When I came here for the first time, I wanted to kiss you here."

Her mind was chaotic, sometimes it was the aftertaste of pain, and sometimes it was the warmth of her back. The unquenched enthusiasm was on the verge of burning. She tilted her head slightly, trying to recall with difficulty when he said "the first time".Was it after she got drunk that day?

He broke in directly without saying hello, and slept here carelessly all night, and he was ashamed to tell her all his dirty thoughts.

This man, rogue!

She couldn't resist.

(End of this chapter)