forbidden zone of love

Chapter 3

The dim light on the street casts light on it, and the man's deep silhouette is hidden in the dark, and his face cannot be seen clearly, only thin and indifferent lips, and a graceful and stern chin can be vaguely discerned.

However, the domineering smell emanating from his body came directly to him, the fragrance was indifferent and wafted in the air, but Mo Xiaobei easily recognized him, it was the man, the man who kissed her forcefully.

Since Hao's death, her sense of taste has become extremely sensitive, and it is easy to remember if she smells it once, but because of this, she can clearly distinguish that her own smell will never be the same as Hao's, and every time Thinking of this, the heart will be in severe pain, and the pain is so painful that it is difficult to breathe.

Maybe, because she was too persistent, Hao died, but she clearly felt that he was by her side, as if he would smile at her softly at any time, lightly point the tip of her nose, and scold her with a smile: "Stinky girl."

For a moment, looking at the man sitting in the car who looked down on the world, he lost his mind.

A few boys in the distance watched the car and whistled, but hesitated to come over. Then Mo Xiaobei got up from the ground, glanced at the man, opened the car door and went up.

Her pale face was reflected in the mirror, her long eyelashes curled up into a beautiful arc, and her lower eyes looked forward like a lake.The collar of the snow-white pajamas is a bit low, revealing the small collarbone and fair skin, and the beautiful ruffles cover the front chest...

She drove the car indifferently, her hair fluttered gently, and the air carried the fragrance of vanilla.

It smells like...gardenia.

For a moment, he was distracted.

Glancing at the dazed girl in the mirror, she turned on the music irritably and asked, "What are you listening to?"

"Hmm." Mo Xiaobei came back to his senses, glanced at the expressionless man, and said politely and unfamiliarly: "Chopin, thank you."

He didn't say a word, he pressed lightly with his slender fingers, and a smooth and beautiful melody floated in. The fragrance of flowers lingered in the car, subtly resolving the embarrassment between the two of them.

Mo Xiaobei's mood improved a lot with the sound of the music. When he looked up, the bright stars in the sky shone like jewels. The light of the stars shot out their long tails, swaying dimly and vaguely in the circle of light, not like the deep blue sky. Like a pure smile.

She couldn't help but think of her encounter with Hao.

At that time, she lost a bet with her good friend. Because of her shyness, her good friend punished her to stop the school's school grassroots and ask him what he likes.

Hao is the school girl, with a gentle smile like a prince, and his white shirt is like the spotless sunshine, clean and bright.

She finally bit the bullet and stopped him in the corridor. At that time, Hao was still holding a few thick books in his arms, and a part of the book was almost dropped to the ground by her, but he soon laughed, like the sunshine warmth.

She suddenly heard her own violent heartbeat, saw her friend winking at her in the corner, stubbornly stepped forward, raised her face and smiled sweetly, and asked like checking household registration: "What color do you like?"

Hao looked at her in astonishment, but still answered: "White."

"What kind of flower do you like?"

"Gardenia."

"What music do you like?"

"Chopin"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Suddenly, she blurted out.

"..."

Hao was stunned, but she was also stunned when she realized what she was asking, looking at him with big black and white eyes, a little flustered.

"No."

Hao laughed again, and untied her at the right time. She blinked gratefully, and stretched out her hand to him: "Thank you, my name is Mo Xiaobei."

"Yan Hao!"

He also stretched out his hand, the sun was shining everywhere, and his beautiful eyes were unusually bright.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips a little shyly. At that time, she didn't know how nervous she was. It would be embarrassing if someone didn't shake hands with her, but she did. She still remembered the feeling at that time, he His hands are cool and slender, with a green and astringent floral fragrance.

The car stopped suddenly, and the man beside her looked at her sullenly, with a trace of anger in his brows.

Mo Xiaobei was so dull that he couldn't read words and expressions, and found himself at the gate of the community, wondering why he knew where he lived, but at the same time felt that there were some things that he needed to clarify with him.

"This gentleman." She turned her head to look at him, and said politely: "As for what happened last time..." She paused, thinking about how to word her words: "I think it is necessary for you to tell me about the incident at Teacher Yuan's house." I apologize, although it was an unintentional mistake, but I am very angry." Frowning her delicate brows, she stretched out her hand towards him and smiled faintly: "But thank you today, Mo Xiaobei." Looking up at him, The graceful snow-white neck is as beautiful as a swan.

He glanced at the outstretched hand with a cold face, his fingers were pointed like spring onions.But he was annoyed by her unfamiliar politeness. Although he deliberately didn't tell her his name, there was a kind of annoyance that he was not taken seriously. This kind of thought made him laugh, but he didn't want her to feel too bad.Looking at it coldly, he held the steering wheel leisurely with both hands, as if he didn't intend to stretch out.

Mo Xiaobei's hand stopped in the air, feeling a little embarrassed, he flattened his lips and came back with an indifferent hand, and smiled at him: "Goodbye, thank you again." Turning around to open the door, his wrist was held, and he turned around in surprise, But the tall figure had already pressed up, and the city's colorful red lights flickered behind him. She was in the shadow cast by him, looking at him inexplicably.

However, I don't like the taste and atmosphere.

This oppressive feeling made her very, very uncomfortable. She tried to shake off his hand, but she remained motionless.

He leaned over, curled his lips coldly, walked around her body and locked the car door, and smiled sarcasticly: "Who said it was an unintentional mistake, what if I said it was intentional?"

(End of this chapter)