He's so cute

Chapter 329

Three buttons of Shen Xingzhou's shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a large expanse of white skin.

The most noticeable thing is the dense red marks on it, extending from a little below the neck to about one centimeter below the collarbone, especially the bite mark, which is darker than the surrounding marks and very heavy.

Obviously, this bite mark has been gnawed more than once.

Song Yi took a deep breath.

Shen Xingzhou bent down, keeping Song Yi's eye level, and he buttoned up the buttons slowly, chuckling: "Next time you can point down, I don't mind."

Song Yi blushed, she picked up the pillow and threw it at Shen Xingzhou without hesitation; "Dream!"

After saying this, Song Yi threw down the pillow and hid in the bathroom.

She leaned against the door, breathing heavily, her heart almost racing into her throat.

The dim yellow light above the head and the white wall set off, like a bright yellow flower blooming.

Song Yi walked to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was slightly messed up, she was wearing pink pajamas, her face was so red that she was about to bleed.

She remembered that Shen Xingzhou changed her clothes inside and out, and she was the one who asked him to do it like this shamelessly hugging him.

Song Yi really wants to find a crack in the ground and get in, leaving only herself alone.

Standing by the bed, Shen Xingzhou straightened up slowly, slipped his hands into his pockets, and shifted his gaze to the door of the bathroom, where he could vaguely see the figure of the girl inside, with her hands supporting the washstand.

No need to think about it, he can also imagine Song Yi's annoyed and ashamed look.

Shen Xingzhou stared at the figure and chuckled lightly and cheerfully.

Song Yi looked at herself in the mirror, brushed her teeth silently, spit it out, rinsed her mouth, and washed her face gently.

After everything was packed, she opened the door gently again. At this time, Shen Xingzhou's figure in the room had disappeared.

She was inexplicably relieved, then opened the suitcase and took out a set of clothes, a simple white T and black pants.

She took the clothes into the bathroom again, locked the door and took off the pajamas.

In the mirror, the girl's slender figure is reflected, exquisite and graceful.

Song Yi was holding a white T. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Suddenly, her hand holding the clothes paused.

In the mirror, on the lower left side of the white collarbone, there was a dark red mark imprinted on it, like a bunch of red plums falling on the pure white snow, which was so beautiful.

"Shen Xingzhou!!!" Song Yi ground her teeth, when did this happen?
She put on her clothes and wanted to argue with him, but when she thought about her behavior to him last night, she immediately became discouraged.

From such a comparison, it seemed that she was the one who took advantage. Shen Xingzhou didn't say anything about her behavior, so she had no reason to question him.

Song Yi scratched her hair a little irritably, she opened the door abruptly, in the living room, Shen Xingzhou came back at some point, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, casually flipping through a magazine.

At this time, he has obviously taken care of himself, and has changed into a white T-shirt and simple black trousers.

Song Yi looked at the clothes on his body, and the more she looked at them, the more familiar they became, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that they were wearing very similar clothes today.

Hearing the movement, Shen Xingzhou paused while flipping through the magazine, then the magazine was closed and placed on the table, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Yi: "It's packed. Just go to eat together, breakfast."

It was a bit late last night, and it was already around nine o'clock when the two woke up.

Song Yi thought about Zhang Juan's words last night, she chuckled lightly, and said firmly, "I won't go."

As she spoke, she sat on the sofa. There were two glasses of water in front of Shen Xingzhou, one centimeter away from the mouth of the cups. There was a faint mist on the walls of the cups.

Song Yi has a habit of drinking a glass of warm water after getting up in the morning.

Obviously, Shen Xingzhou had already helped her.

Shen Xingzhou pushed the cup to Song Yi, bent his fingers and tapped on the table: "It's ready to drink."

Song Yi glanced at Shen Xingzhou, paused, she reached out to take it and drank it down, the water temperature was just right.

Song Yi put down the cup.

"I'm not hungry, go and eat by yourself."

Shen Xingzhou chuckled: "You are already wearing couple shirts with me, can't you go have a meal together?"

"!"

Song Yi raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Who is wearing a couple's shirt with you, Shen Xingzhou, stop putting gold on your face."

''Then tell me, why do you wear the same clothes as me? "Shen Xingzhou licked his lips, looked at her, and chuckled.

Song Yi rolled her eyes: "Who is wearing the same clothes as you? Why don't you say that you are wearing the same clothes as me?"

Shen Xingzhou clicked his tongue and smiled: "Well, I wear the same clothes as you."

Song Yi: "!"

"Yiyi, you treated me like this last night, shouldn't you be responsible for me?" Shen Xingzhou opened his mouth again, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Song Yi caught her breath. When she mentioned this, she lost her mind and said, "Then what happened to the one on me? How dare you say it wasn't bitten by you?"

Shen Xingzhou nodded, and his eyes fell on the lower part of her collarbone, "I bit it, or you moved forward on purpose, saying that you wanted to print the exact same one as me. I didn't have the heart to bite it down."

Hearing this, Song Yi slightly opened her eyes wide. Sooner or later, she would be played to death by herself last night.

Yes, she remembered, she remembered that scene, and now she wanted to wear it back in an instant, and slap herself awake at that time.

"Shen Xingzhou, stop talking nonsense." Song Yi suddenly stood up from the sofa, her eyes turned aside.

"Well, can we go to dinner together?" Shen Xingzhou held Song Yi's wrist, got up and stood beside her.

Song Yi had a headache, she turned around and met Shen Xingzhou's eyes with tenderness, pampering, and anticipation.

Those words were suddenly blocked in his throat and couldn't come out.

After a moment of silence, Song Yi's eyes suddenly turned red. She looked away, her voice a little hoarse: "Shen Xingzhou, you know my temperament. Back then, you didn't want me."

Song Yi obviously felt that Shen Xingzhou's hand holding her wrist tightened.

Shen Xingzhou pursed his thin lips slightly, with regret and pain in his eyes, he put his chin on Song Yi's shoulder, greedily inhaling the smell of her body.

The voice was hoarse and forbearing: "Yiyi, I'm sorry."

"Would you like me to chase you this time? You can do anything to me, just don't leave me behind."

Song Yi froze in place, her moist eyelashes trembled suddenly, the love and grievance buried deep in her heart continued to ferment like cocoon peeling off silk.

The hand hanging by her side clenched into a fist, then let go.

Time is whipping us to keep going forward, and there is no turning back on the road we have traveled.

Life is often unsatisfactory, since there are already so many unsatisfactory, why bother yourself.

Let go of yourself and let him go.

She thought, she also has to go back and forth, what kind of flowers are blooming on the road she once walked.

"Okay." Song Yi said hoarsely.

(End of this chapter)