surrender to her

Chapter 36
The tiles on the roof of the old tile-roofed house were loose and leaky. Meng Cheng stood up unsteadily, his center of gravity was unsteady, and he leaned back. He said a few times, his feet slipped slightly, and a few tiles fell and shattered on the ground. On the ground, the movement was especially loud in the silent night.

He Liangchi's eyes were fixed, seeing that she was about to take two steps forward, his heart followed her movements, and he called out to her: "Meng Cheng."

"Huh? Why did you call me?"

"Don't move around, just sit down slowly."

He ordered in a tone of voice, "Wait for me to go up."

There was a faint unnatural redness on Meng Cheng's cheeks, and he blinked at him slowly, then said "Oh" seriously, then slowly squatted down and sat down on the edge of the house.

The smoke was dropped, the spark flickered a few times, and then went out.

He Liangchi ran to the back of the dilapidated house, climbed up the wall with both hands, climbed over the wall easily and effortlessly, and walked over step by step on the peeling brick surface.

"I want to come to you. I know your family lives here, but I don't know which one it is. Stand tall and see far."

"That's your house, isn't it?"

Meng Cheng pointed to the only courtyard below that was still lit, and smiled at him with his neck tilted up. The big characters "I'm smart or not" hung on his drunken and delicate face to beg for praise.

He Liangchi frowned, his face darkened, he lowered his head and looked at her, and was silent for three seconds about the fact that she was drunk and ran to him on the roof in the middle of the night.

He stretched out his hand to hold her arm, his voice was as cold as the night wind blowing, and he said in a low voice, "Follow me."

"I don't want it." Meng Cheng shook off his hand, and did it out of temper after drinking a little, regardless of who he was.

She put her elbows on her knees and raised her face to look at the moon in the sky.

"Look at how big and round the moon is, just like Song Zhiyuan's face."

"..."

For a long while, the people around him stood still and didn't speak anymore, like a statue, Meng Cheng could feel his eyes fixed on her face, cast by the shadow elongated by the moonlight. Covering her body, half overlapped with her shadow.

Meng Cheng didn't look at him, but patted the place next to him, "He Liangchi, watch the moon with me."

He Liangchi stared at her, still remained silent, and after more than ten seconds, as if he could not help but compromise, he bent his legs and sat down beside her.

At an angle that the boy could not see, Meng Cheng's lips raised a small arc.

The alley below is so dark that you can't see the bottom, like a deep sleeping pool, but on the roof is another scene, the clear moonlight is shrouded like a thin silk veil, and you can see the continuous lights of the street in the distance.

The atmosphere between the two of them was quiet for a long time, everything was completely silent, the temperature plummeted in the night, only the constant cool breeze whistling past the ears.

Meng Cheng looked at the moon and suddenly laughed.

She turned her gaze, bumped into his deep eyes as she wished, tilted her head, and the voice soaked in the fragrant wine infused a different kind of intriguing, and asked, "Am I prettier than the moon?"

Before he could answer, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and her smile deepened: "That's why you don't look at the moon, but keep looking at me."

He Liangchi didn't speak, everything was hidden, and everything couldn't be seen through.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight."

As Meng Cheng spoke, she moved towards him, so close that the distance was zero, and the two of them were next to each other, her eyes were dark and gleaming, "But you are by my side, I don't want to look at the moon at all."

He Liangchi remained silent, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, watching her.

Meng Cheng staggered his gaze, moved down, and settled on the corner of his bruised mouth, his smile slowly retracted, he raised his hand and stretched it out, paused in the air and then retracted it, "Does it still hurt?"

She lowered her eyelids and murmured in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize." He Liangchi finally spoke, his brows not loosened, "Meng Cheng, this is my business."

Meng Cheng didn't want to mention this anymore, so he hugged his arms tightly and looked at him eagerly: "He Liangchi, I'm cold."

He Liangchi was puzzled, "Then let's go down."

Meng Cheng: "..."

Meng Cheng turned her face away and didn't want to talk to him anymore. After being quiet for a while, she shook her head, "He Liangchi, I have a lot of water in my head, it's a bit heavy, and it hurts my neck."

The moment she finished saying this, He Liangchi's shoulders were heavy.

"You take the pressure off my neck, and I thank you for my neck."

He Liangchi: "..."

Meng Cheng leaned his head against his shoulder, and gradually closed his eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he took the initiative to call her: "Meng Cheng."

"Ok?"

"You don't know what the real me is like, maybe you can't imagine, I..."

He Liangchi's voice was slow, he took a deep breath, and paused for a long time, but he was still unable to reveal his dark side in front of her, revealing his contemptuous obsession with her.

In the end, it was simplified into one sentence: "I am a very bad..."

It's a pity that he hasn't finished speaking yet, leaving no time for people to react. Meng Cheng suddenly raised his head, and his blushing face leaned towards him. Tight him tightly, and said domineeringly: "I want to kiss you."

If two people talk, eight poles can't be matched.

He Liangchi: "..."

She is drunk.

The two faces were so close that they were almost close to each other, the mellow wine smell mixed with the faint peach smell, mixed with the warm breath of the girl, poured down, when she came close to him just now, He Liangchi was afraid that she would not be able to sit still , subconsciously grabbed her waist.

An unknown heat rose up between the touching bodies.

"But not now, you can't kiss yet, it will scare you."

Meng Cheng seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to himself. He was not on the same channel as him, and his mind was full of all kinds of things.

Because of the effects of alcohol in her body, her eyes were vaguely clouded, "They said, we have to wait for you to like me a little bit before proceeding to the next step."

Meng Cheng left his forehead, but his body continued to lean towards him. He Liangchi had to support her lower back a little harder, his throat tightened, and he said helplessly in a deep voice: "Meng Cheng, Sit down."

She ignored his words, and followed her own thoughts and said, "But, hugging, it should be okay."

The tone was not asking him, but persuading himself.

Meng Cheng stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, his upper body nestled into the boy's broad arms, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.

He Liangchi froze, only feeling a fire burning in his chest, the more the wind blew, the more violent it was.

While he was in a daze, Meng Cheng touched his big hand with slightly protruding bones. The temperature was icy cold. She grabbed it and pressed it to her hot cheek, "Your hand is so cold, I will warm it for you."

The girl snuggled into his arms, her face gently rubbing against the back of his hand, the warmth was continuously conveyed through the soft and tender skin, He Liangchi's eyes gathered dark and surging waves, it was really impossible to sit still Messed up.

He couldn't resist her overtures, and every time she teased with a girlish mind, it strongly catalyzed his paranoid desire to possess her, and they were all dismantling the shackles that imprisoned the demon.

He Liangchi sighed inconspicuously, so slightly that it was hard to notice, then he took the girl's delicate hand back, adjusted his sitting posture, and pulled her into his arms again, so that she could lean more comfortably point.

Meng Cheng froze for a moment, and then screamed in his heart. The excited little deer was afraid that he could beat a big buffalo at this moment, and he was also afraid that his too presumptuous smile would be exposed by him, so he tilted his head and buried his whole face into his chest, the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

"Is it still cold?" The boy's questioning voice was as cold as ever, but there was inexplicable concern in the ears of the people who heard it, and there was a kind of gentleness that was not good at words.

"It's cold." This time Meng Cheng didn't give him a chance to answer, "So hold me tight."

He Liangchi: "..."

He didn't speak, but just tightened his arms and hugged her tightly as he said, blocking most of the wind with his wide and hot embrace.

(End of this chapter)