After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Neither of the two approached, for fear of destroying this dreamlike dream.

"You know each other?" In the end, Fang Wenjiao broke the silence and cast her curious eyes on her granddaughter and the unfamiliar young woman in the yard.

Yu Qingtang gave a soft "um" and stepped forward to pull Cheng Zhanxi's wrist.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her face and let her lead him into the door blankly.

Fang Wenjiao went to the living room to pour water, and when she turned around, there was no sign of the two of them in the room, and a piece of clothing was hidden behind the stairs on the second floor.

Fang Wenjiao put the contents in the bag and went to the mourning hall to give Yu Ci incense.

Yu Qingtang took out the chair under his desk and put it behind Cheng Zhanxi, and there was no obvious emotion in his voice: "Please sit down."

Cheng Zhanxi sat down blankly, looked at her blankly, took the water cup she handed over blankly, and held it with both hands.

Like a puppet with its soul removed, her soul and spirit fell on the woman in front of her.

Yu Qingtang finally sighed inaudibly and said softly, "Drink water."

Cheng Zhanxi held up the water glass, and a tear splashed on the water in the glass, causing ripples.

More and more tears fell from her eyes, Yu Qingtang sighed helplessly, took the water glass in her hand and put it on the table, bent down and hugged her gently, then she heard The cry of the woman in her arms.

Yu Qingtang patted her back gently.

Cheng Zhanxi cried more and more fiercely, her tears were raging, and she didn't care whether others would hear her. She cried so hard that she was out of breath.

To be honest, Yu Qingtang didn't expect her to cry like this. The tissue paper she took out from the pocket of her trench coat was pressed under her eyes, and it was soaked in an instant, and the fabric in front of her was also wet.

Yu Qingtang was going to get her some paper, but Cheng Zhanxi hugged her tightly and didn't let her leave half a step.

I can't speak, I just cry.

Yu Qingtang rubbed her head, somewhat amused and helpless.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs, followed by Fang Wenjiao's probing voice: "Silent?"

She heard a faint cry on the second floor, thinking that the two of them had a fight, or so, she came up to take a look.

Yu Qingtang raised her voice and said, "It's okay, grandma."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Zhanxi's cry grew louder.

These two words seemed to open her tear ducts, she clenched Yu Qingtang's windbreaker fabric, and the almost weak cry rose again.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Fang Wenjiao: "???"

Fang Wenjiao was really worried, and she walked up the middle of the stairs, holding on to the railing.

The sound of footsteps approached.

Yu Qingtang rubbed the long hair on Cheng Zhanxi's back and said softly, "Xixi, my grandmother is coming up."

Cheng Zhanxi buried his face deeper in her arms and used physical barriers to reduce his crying.

Yu Qingtang's eyes were soft, she pinched the back of her neck, and walked in a different direction.

Fang Wenjiao knocked on Yu Qingtang's door.

"silently."

"I'm here." Yu Qingtang replied inside.

Fang Wenjiao gently pushed open half the door, and saw Yu Qingtang with her back to her, the young woman sitting on the stool in front of her, her face buried in her arms, her shoulders still shaking.

Yu Qingtang looked back at her.

Fang Wenjiao closed the door.

Cheng Zhanxi choked: "Is grandma gone?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Let's go."

Cheng Zhanxi raised her hazy teary eyes, Yu Qingtang ran out of tissues, and wiped her tears with her thumb.

Cheng Zhanxi choked, and let go of the hand that wrapped around her waist.

Yu Qingtang brought it over to draw the paper box.

Cheng Zhanxi wiped away his tears, put on his red and swollen eyes, and said, "I'm sorry."

Yu Qingtang burst out laughing.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her.

Yu Qingtang hurriedly said, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Zhanxi almost recovered from his emotions, Yu Qingtang smiled and went back, sobbing in his throat: "Is it fun to watch me cry?"

Yu Qingtang stretched out her fingers to catch a tear that fell from her eyelashes: "No."

Cheng Zhanxi hugged her again.

Yu Qingtang's nerves were tense, ready to meet her second cry, but she didn't.

Cheng Zhanxi just hugged her without crying or speaking.

Yu Qingtang suddenly thought: Who is she hugging now? Is it Silent Twenty-one years ago? Or Yu Qingtang twenty-one years later?

Cheng Zhanxi's subordinates suddenly exerted strength, and her arms hurt her a little.

"You already knew it!" Cheng Zhanxi said this angrily with the sudden tightening of his strength.

"Yeah." Yu Qingtang's tone was always calm, and the emotions she should have vented when she knew that Cheng Zhanxi was her childhood friend, not to mention that the two had been together for so long afterwards.

"why did not you tell me?"

"do not know."

Yu Qingtang really didn't know what to say, so he ran to her and said, "I'm the little friend you've been looking for for more than ten years"? Her character cannot do such a thing. In fact, she hadn't decided whether to recognize her or not, until Cheng Zhanxi became suspicious, and she pushed the boat along the way and let her guess it was herself.

Cheng Zhanxi stood up from the chair, pressed Yu Qingtang's shoulders to let her sit down, cupped her cheeks with both hands, and looked at her carefully.

She had seen this face a million times in reality and imagined it a million times in her dreams, but now she is looking at it from a new angle.

She remembered that Momo was a small bean sprout in the past, and now her face is still as pale as snow, but her vitality is much more tenacious than before. Of course, there is Cheng Zhanxi's credit for these days.

Yu Qingtang felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at her so carefully.

She was looking at her childhood playmate 21 years ago, not her Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang took her hands.

The great joy of the reunion enveloped Cheng Zhanxi, she didn't think about it, she looked at Yu Qingtang excitedly, and asked questions one after another, almost incoherent: "Did you move back to Sicheng back then and have been here since then? How are your ears? Have you been back all these years?" You know I've been looking for you?

Yu Qingtang's eyes were flat, almost indifferent.

Cheng Zhanxi: "?"

Yu Qingtang answered her succinctly: "Yes, and then again, no."

She didn't wait for Cheng Zhanxi to ask again, and said, "I'm going to make dinner, do you want to stay for dinner?"

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "did you invite me?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes turned warm: "Yes, I invite you."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "That would be disrespectful."

The two went downstairs together, and Fang Wenjiao and her grandfather who were sitting in the living room looked over at the same time.

Yu Qingtang took Cheng Zhanxi's wrist and walked to the old man, and introduced, "Grandpa and grandma, my colleague at school, Teacher Cheng."

Grandpa was in the room before and didn't know the previous episode. He just looked at Cheng Zhanxi's slightly red and swollen eyelids and was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions and nodded politely.

Fang Wenjiao was completely confused.

colleague?

Crying like that in her arms?

Fang Wenjiao thought she was Yu Qingtang's girlfriend before she introduced her, but what did she do to hurt her heart, that's why she cried so badly.

Fang Wenjiao also nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi's eyelids tingled and regretted not coming down later, so he smiled and said, "Just call me Xiao Cheng."

Yu Qingtang said, "Mr. Cheng wants to stay for dinner."

Fang Wenjiao: "I took out the shrimp and meat from the refrigerator, you can fry them all and entertain Teacher Cheng."

Yu Qingtang said, "I know."

She went to the kitchen to cook, but Cheng Zhanxi couldn't follow her, so she stayed in the living room, and Fang Wenjiao greeted her to sit on the single sofa.

Fang Wenjiao had a loving face: "We met before, do you remember? About a month ago, in the park nearby, you were carrying an easel and wearing white clothes."

Cheng Zhanxi looked at the stern-faced old gentleman next to her and chuckled, "I remember, I remember you and grandpa walking in the park."

Fang Wenjiao asked, "Do you like drawing very much?"

Fang Wenjiao's tone was nostalgic and careful, but Cheng Zhanxi was inexplicable, but she still responded, "Yes, I started learning to draw when I was very young."

Fang Wenjiao said, "My daughter does too."

her daughter?

Cheng Zhanxi just wondered if it was Yu Qingtang's mother, but Fang Wenjiao admitted: "It's the silent mother, she is a painter."

Cheng Zhanxi didn't dare to answer.

Yu Qingtang said that she had no parents, and Cheng Zhanxi didn't know the specific situation, in case she stepped on thunder.

Cheng Zhanxi is a very talkative person. Fang Wenjiao liked her when she first saw her. When Yu Ci died, she was about the same age as Cheng Zhanxi now. When she saw Cheng Zhanxi, she seemed to see it. Yu Ci, who was still alive, unconsciously pinned his feelings on him.

Fang Wenjiao rubbed her knees with both hands, her eyes seemed sad, and said, "It's a pity that she had a difficult childbirth when she was silent and died early."

Cheng Zhanxi followed with a sigh.

She thought to herself: So Yu Qingtang's mother died in childbirth, what about her father? Did he also die or something else?

Fang Wenjiao did not take the initiative to mention it, and it was not convenient for her to inquire.

Next, Fang Wenjiao is a model questioning of elders to younger generations. Where is the person, who is in the family, and what do parents do? Cheng Zhanxi answered them one by one, with vague information in the middle. There are four elderly people in Cheng Zhanxi's family, who often coax the elderly to laugh. They are the most favored grandchildren, and they are at their fingertips at this moment.

Yu Qingtang came out of the kitchen halfway through and saw that the two elders and the younger were chatting happily, and even the always unsmiling grandfather raised his eyebrows gently.

Cheng Zhanxi was still peeling an apple in his hand, peeled half of it for one person, and distributed it to the old gentleman and old lady.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly looked back at her with emotion, and said with a bright smile, "Does Teacher Yu eat fruit?"

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Don't treat yourself as an outsider.

But Yu Qingtang's mood began to rise inexplicably.

Her emotions come and go quickly, and she doesn't think about things she can't figure out. So she didn't realize that her sudden indifference and dissatisfaction with Cheng Zhanxi just now stemmed from her own jealousy. Now that Cheng Zhanxi treats her as Yu Qingtang again, she is naturally happy.

The living room is harmonious.

After half an hour, Yu Qingtang opened the kitchen door and said, "It's time to eat."

Cheng Zhanxi helped Fang Wenjiao to get her grandfather into a wheelchair, and then went to the kitchen to help with the dishes. As soon as she entered, she said, "It's so fragrant."

Yu Qingtang glanced at her half angrily.

Cheng Zhanxi laughed and came over and wanted to hug her.

Yu Qingtang saw Fang Wenjiao pushing her grandfather's wheelchair out of the corner of the eye, and stopped Cheng Zhanxi with her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi touched her finger, exchanged a tacit look with her, and took out the dishes on the cooking table.

It was the first time for Cheng Zhanxi to taste Yu Qingtang's craftsmanship seriously. Before, it was either bought on the guise of the road or made by her grandmother. The only one cooked by herself was the two bowls of noodles that Cheng Zhanxi had on her birthday.

Braised pork, fried shrimp, steamed sea bass, seaweed egg drop soup.

Cheng Zhanxi ate two bowls of rice in a row, and Fang Wenjiao kept serving her dishes, almost failing to get off the table.

There was no dishwasher in the old house, so Yu Qingtang put the greasy dishes and tableware into the sink and cleaned it manually. Cheng Zhanxi took advantage of the second old man strolling in the yard, opened the kitchen door and walked in, saying, "Shall I come?"

Yu Qingtang said, "No, wait for me outside."

The kitchen is small, Yu Qingtang turned around to clean the stove and she was in the way, but Cheng Zhanxi saw her firm attitude, so she obediently went outside and waited.

Yu Qingtang packed up the kitchen and came out, Cheng Zhanxi stood by the door: "Walk with me? I'm a little indigestible."

Yu Qingtang nodded.

After taking two steps, she couldn't help but say, "Why do you eat so much?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "You made it delicious."

Yu Qingtang looked at the two old men outside the door, but didn't notice it.

Cheng Zhanxi knew what she was looking at, and said with a smile, "it's okay, they can't hear."

Yu Qingtang thought blankly: What if I heard it? Why should I feel guilty?

As soon as the two were discharged from the hospital, Cheng Zhanxi couldn't wait to hold her hand and intertwined her fingers.

Yu Qingtang hurriedly tilted her head and bit her lower lip, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.

The alley is long, and the dim yellow street lights draw two overlapping shadows behind it. The moonlight in the old city is brighter than that in the new city.

Neither of them spoke.

Cheng Zhanxi temporarily forgot about the silent thing, only remembering that he was holding his sweetheart, and his heart was so full that it almost overflowed.

In the cold winter night, because of the heat in her heart, she actually oozes out fine beads of sweat.

"Yu Qingtang." The woman's voice was hoarse.

"Huh?" As soon as Yu Qingtang raised her head, her eyes dimmed. Cheng Zhanxi hugged her whole body and put her hand on the back of her head.

Yu Qingtang's eyes rested on her shoulders and couldn't see anything.

The two of them were close together, and Yu Qingtang felt the violent heartbeat in Cheng Zhanxi's chest.

Puff, puff, puff.

Faster than ever.

Even Yu Qingtang's calm heartbeat lost control.

The heartbeats of the two gradually converged to a frequency, intense and fast. Yu Qingtang heard the woman's breathing became heavier, and the breath on her ears also became warm.

"Yu Qingtang..." The woman whispered, her voice low and hoarse, her thin lips touched her sensitive auricle.

This is a signal.

Cheng Zhanxi was waiting, but Yu Qingtang refused.

Yu Qingtang raised her face from her shoulder, her expression was a little complicated, and said, "Didn't you say no...is that so?"

What is that like? Cheng Zhanxi's head was stunned, and she realized that what she said was to do.

But Cheng Zhanxi just wanted to kiss her.

Even if she wanted to do it, she wouldn't choose it on the street!

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Yu Qingtang looked at her with a sincere disapproval in her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth, and after a long time, he could only: "Well."

Yu Qingtang withdrew from her embrace, so that Cheng Zhanxi would not miss out.

The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Cheng Zhanxi sighed in his heart, and walked away with a small hand.

The two returned to the old house.

Fang Wenjiao was watching TV in the living room, and when she saw the two of them, she greeted them, "Silent, Xiao Cheng, you're back."

Yu Qingtang responded without any strangeness: "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi immediately tilted his head and glanced at Yu Qingtang, his eyes were so unfamiliar as if he had just met her.

Yu Qingtang frowned: "?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "No." From an angle that Yu Qingtang couldn't see, she immediately frowned.

Fang Wenjiao asked Yu Qingtang, "Does Xiaocheng want to stay here tonight? I'll pack her a room and come out?"

Yu Qingtang said: "No, she lives in a room with me."

Yu Qingtang thought very simply, since the two of them knew each other, Cheng Zhanxi must have a lot to ask her. The two of them sleep in the same bed, which is convenient for reminiscing, and it's not that they never slept together when they were young.

Cheng Zhanxi's mind is a little confused now, and hesitantly said: "I, let's sleep in one room?"

Of course she couldn't ask for her to sleep with Yu Qingtang in the same bed, but when she thought that the person beside her pillow was still her childhood companion, she was a little... unacceptable for the time being.

She is a pure friendship to Momo, and pure love to Yu Qingtang. She wants to fall in love with her, hold hands, hug, kiss, go to bed, and do all the intimate things between lovers. The two were suddenly mixed together, and she needed time to digest it.

Yu Qingtang's face was calm: "You can live in another room if you want."

Cheng Zhanxi's instinctive desire to survive stopped her from struggling: "...live in a room."

Because of her reluctant attitude, Yu Qingtang looked slightly cold and went upstairs.

Cheng Zhanxi and grandma chatted casually for a few words, and followed them upstairs.

Yu Qingtang was making the bed. Her bed was a 1.8 meter double bed, which was more than enough for two people.

Cheng Zhanxi stood by the door and didn't dare to step forward. Yu Qingtang's figure was a grown-up version of silence for a while, and a sweetheart she was fascinated by, and it was not clearly reflected in her pupils.

Yu Qingtang straightened up and saw Cheng Zhanxi standing a dozen paces away from the other place, and a nameless fire surged in his heart. She endured it, and asked in a calm tone, "Don't you want to live with me?"

Cheng Zhanxi stood still and shook his head: "No."

Yu Qingtang frowned, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back and said, "I'll go get you pajamas."

Cheng Zhanxi said politely, "Okay, thank you."

thanks?

A small pimple appeared between Yu Qingtang's eyebrows.

Cheng Zhanxi's expression flashed annoyance, it was too late to cover his mouth.

Cheng Zhanxi made amends in time, pulled his feet up with difficulty, and walked to the desk, not too far away from Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang brought her cotton pajamas, which were new like the **** and had never been worn.

Cheng Zhanxi took the clothes, held back his thanks, and went into the bathroom.

Yu Qingtang followed her in and explained to her how to turn on the faucet, which is hot and which is cold, where are the washers and bathers, and where to hang the clean bath towels. Before the change, Cheng Zhanxi must have been elated, and maybe she would even tease Yu Qingtang, but today she was like a piece of wood, so stiff that even her smile seemed unnatural.

Yu Qingtang finished speaking with interest, and said, "Call me after washing, I'll wait for you outside."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Okay."

She wanted to take advantage of the bath time to quickly adjust her mood. Before fully digesting this matter, either use the attitude of facing Yu Qingtang, or use the attitude of facing silence.

Cheng Zhanxi turned on the hot water, and the water poured down from the top of his head.

Yu Qingtang sat at the desk outside, his face sinking like water.

Cheng Zhanxi washed it for about half an hour, her pale skin was a touch of pink, she shook off the neatly folded pajamas on the chair and put it on, wrapped a towel on her head, and walked out while wiping her hair. , shouted with a smile: "Silence."

Yu Qingtang frowned invisibly, loosened it again, turned from the table, and said, "Have you washed it?"

"Okay." Cheng Zhanxi replied with a smile, she decided to keep Yu Qingtang silent for the time being, and abandoned all thoughts of love and affection. Anyway, Yu Qingtang always thought that the two of them were pure good friends, so she just let her see what a real good friend is like.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Are you going to wash? The water is still hot."

Yu Qingtang said "um", picked up the folded pajamas by the head of the bed, and stepped into the bathroom.

Cheng Zhanxi ignored the thought-provoking sound of water in his ears, opened the window in front of the desk, and the night wind blew in, with a damp earthy smell.

Cheng Zhanxi rubbed his hair leisurely while admiring the small bamboo forest swaying in the wind in the yard.

Time passed unknowingly, Cheng Zhanxi sat at the table and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, when he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

She didn't look up until she saw a pair of feet wearing cotton slippers.

Yu Qingtang's black hair was draped behind him like ink, and he didn't rub it much. It was still dripping wet, and two strands of wet hair hung down in front of him. The pajamas have a round neck and a small neckline, which hides the fair and delicate collarbone, but it cannot hide the white and graceful neck, nor the woman's slender and undulating figure.

She is silent, she is silent, she is silent.

Cheng Zhanxi hypnotized himself, looked over with a clear smile, and said, "Why don't you wipe your hair?"

Yu Qingtang said expressionlessly, "I forgot."

Cheng Zhanxi got up and brought her a towel, and Yu Qingtang turned his back to her naturally.

Obviously Cheng Zhanxi didn't wipe her hair, but she had an intuition that Cheng Zhanxi would wipe her hair.

But this time, her intuition was wrong. Cheng Zhanxi went over to her, put the dry towel on her hand, and said gently, "Wipe it."

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Yu Qingtang looked at Cheng Zhanxi with a slight grievance in her eyes. Cheng Zhanxi had already sat back in place, playing with her mobile phone, without giving her a chance to make eye contact.

"I've wiped it off." Yu Qingtang's voice contained a hint of anger.

As soon as Cheng Zhanxi heard her tone, the self-hypnosis she had just done almost collapsed. She paused for two seconds before raising her head. The carefully brewed smile froze when she saw Yu Qingtang's long hair was still dripping. Moment.

Why doesn't she love her body so much!

Cheng Zhanxi's face changed, barely controlling it, and asked warmly, "Is there a hairdryer?"

Yu Qingtang brought the hair dryer, this time with more obvious intentions, and stuffed it directly into Cheng Zhanxi's hand.

If Yu Qingtang was still sensible, she would know how out of bounds and unimaginable it would be to force a "good friend" to blow her hair. So she just relied on an impulse and intuition at this time, she wanted Cheng Zhanxi to blow her hair, she felt that with the relationship between them, she should and would definitely do it, so she gave her the hairdryer directly.

Cheng Zhanxi plugged in the power, tested the wind and temperature, and returned the hairdryer to her. It was as if Yu Qingtang gave her the hairdryer just to let her plug in and try out the function.

Yu Qingtang said again: "..."

Cheng Zhanxi was about to go back to play with his mobile phone, but Yu Qingtang unplugged it, rolled up the hair dryer and the power cord, and stuffed them back into the drawer.

"I don't have the habit of blowing my hair." Yu Qingtang said, the grievance concealed in the plain voice became stronger.

Cheng Zhanxi's back froze.

She hugged and coaxed Yu Qingtang ten thousand times in her heart, but she turned around with a calm expression, and said softly, "If you don't dry it, it's easy to catch a cold."

Yu Qingtang looked at her and said nothing.

Cheng Zhanxi also looked at her, looking at each other for no more than three seconds, Cheng Zhanxi was immediately defeated.

She restrained the urge to walk over and hug her directly, with a helpless expression, she reached out and said, "Give me the towel."

Yu Qingtang said, "Don't wipe it, it will dry itself in a while."

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Who is torturing whom?

Cheng Zhanxi went to get a dry towel and walked over to Yu Qingtang's back, wrapped her wet long hair with a towel, and pulled up her long hair. . When Cheng Zhanxi wrapped her hair, she froze for a while.

Cheng Zhanxi was distressed and angry, and asked her, "Is it cold?"

Yu Qingtang said, "It's not cold."

Not when Cheng Zhanxi turned a blind eye to her just now.

Cheng Zhanxi wiped her long hair half dry with a towel, her voice subconsciously softened, and asked, "Sleep now or later?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Later." She turned around and looked up at Cheng Zhanxi, and said, "Don't you want to chat with me?"

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "Do you want to chat?"

Yu Qingtang thought for a while seriously.

She actually didn't want to talk. She was not happy when Cheng Zhanxi called her Momo just now. She prefers her name, Teacher Yu, Yu Qingtang, Yu Tangtang, any one is better than Momo.

But Cheng Zhanxi and Momo have not seen each other for so long, she must want to talk to her, and she cried like that in the evening. Does she like silence so much? For more than twenty years. If she is not silent, which good friend does she prefer?

It would be better if you were not silent. Yu Qingtang thought so, and then immediately denied the idea, no, if she was silent, if she wasn't, Cheng Zhanxi would have been thinking about others for so many years, she didn't like this if.

Yu Qingtang confused herself, she couldn't figure out what she was struggling with, it was a big happy event to meet again after a long absence, and she was very happy last time.

In these lingering thoughts, there is a faint answer coming out.

In the end, Yu Qingtang still said, "let's talk." Since Cheng Zhanxi wanted to.

Then chat.

Sleeping in the same bed, talking all night.

The long talk failed at the first step.

The two were lying on the bed, Yu Qingtang pulled Cheng Zhanxi's arm over, put her pillow in her arm, and wrapped one hand around her slender waist.

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

What is the standard sleeping position for couples, and they only consider me a good friend?

Cheng Zhanxi, who insisted on the silent policy to the end, began to draw his arm back and gently took Yu Qingtang's hand on his waist down.

Yu Qingtang didn't let her pull it back, and wrapped her hands around her waist.

But she was not as strong as Cheng Zhanxi, and Cheng Zhanxi suppressed her easily.

Yu Qingtang was angry.

She didn't understand why Cheng Zhanxi, who had always been obedient, suddenly rejected her intimacy. She was so angry that she started to feel confused, thinking in a mess that she still wanted to do it with herself when she was outside! When you come back, you turn your face and don't recognize anyone!

After pulling the saw back and forth several times, Yu Qingtang became impatient, and simply grabbed Cheng Zhanxi's two wrists and pressed them on the soft white pillow.

But she stood up by herself, knelt down on Cheng Zhanxi's waist, looked down at her with a hint of anger.

The soft white light cast a halo on the woman under him, Cheng Zhanxi's long hair was scattered on the pillow, the collar of the pajamas was slanted to one side in the saw just now, the attractive collarbone was highlighted, and the snow-white shoulders were half covered. half-covered.

Cheng Zhanxi behaved exceptionally docile, her long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped down, and she let her hold her hand without any resistance.

Yu Qingtang looked at her blankly.

She should have gone down, but she seemed to be nostalgic for such a perspective.

Cheng Zhanxi slowly raised his eyes, and Yu Qingtang met her gentle brown eyes.

Her heart was beating heavily, as if she was bewitched, and her eyes slid uncontrollably from her eyes to the woman's slightly pursed red lips.

Cheng Zhanxi noticed her gaze, like a close-up of a slow motion movie, and slowly opened her rosy lips.

Silent invitation.