moonlight lure

But fortunately, he seemed to have no other injuries, his eyes were clear, and he was even... faintly excited. What was going on?

Ji Yanchen faced her suspicious gaze and walked in the door as if nothing had happened. He said absently, "I just went to beat up your ex-boyfriend."

Song Shiwei was shocked, then realized he was joking and kicked him in the leg.

He pretended to be in pain and fell on her. She frowned and pushed him. He hugged her around the waist and tightened her arms hard.

She couldn't push him away and said angrily: "Your clothes are all stained!"

Hearing this, he deliberately rubbed his face against hers: "People were also stained by me."

"..."

Sometimes Song Shiwei was frustrated by his shameless attitude. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand in disgust, and he also lowered his head to nibble on the sticky stuff. She couldn't get away no matter how hard she tried, and was so annoyed that she kicked her calves around, on his lap. Kick without any rules.

One code after another, it was very hard for him to go on a mission in the middle of the night, but she still hasn't calmed down yet. While she struggled to hold her arms against his approach, she tried her best to hide back, resisting until her waist almost bent over.

Ji Yanchen laughed when he saw this and jokingly complimented her: "My girlfriend is very flexible."

Song Shiwei snorted angrily: "I'm not! I don't deserve it!"

He looked at her with unpredictable eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over to pick her up and put her on the low cabinet in the entrance hall. His two big hands were on both sides of her body, trapping her firmly under his oppressive aura.

Song Shiwei was so startled by his sudden movement that her heart skipped a beat, one of her slippers fell off, and her back was forced to straighten against the cold wall, with nowhere to hide.

He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose. He looked into her eyes and whispered softly: "Don't be angry, I was wrong, baby."

His voice was already deep, especially in the dark night, and when he spoke such intimate words with the unique accent of northerners, it seemed particularly serious and obscure.

Song Shiwei felt that the tip of her ear was slightly hot, but fortunately there was only one dim yellow wall lamp turned on in the room. She pretended to be unmoved and asked in a cold voice: "Where did you go wrong?"

He had a good attitude in admitting his guilt: "The mistake was that I shouldn't have gone above and beyond. It was a weird and strange thing."

She asked with a straight face: "What about next time?"

He followed suit and said, "I'll do it next time."

Song Shiwei:?
  She knew he was playing tricks on her, biting her lip in embarrassment and about to hit him, but he predicted it beforehand, put his fist to his lips and kissed her, with an innocent and aggrieved look on his face: "I said [I won't] dare next time." , you listened to a few words."

God fucking listened to me! ! Only he can tell such nonsense without changing his face! !
  Song Shiwei took out her hand angrily and pushed him to get off the cabinet, but he pinned her legs down.

He leaned down to kiss her, but she raised her hand to cover his face and said in a low voice, "Ji Yanchen, I'm not kidding you. I'm really angry tonight."

It's forgivable that he didn't answer the phone on purpose, but it's really unreasonable for him to have such an extreme temper when he mentions his ex.

He is already an adult, and he is not the stupid young man who would fight over his female classmates in high school. How could he be so jealous?

He was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and gently licked her palm a few times, like a puppy that had done something wrong to show weakness to its owner.

"sorry."

Song Shiwei looked at him coldly and said nothing. After a while, he then said in a low voice: "I'm just jealous of you defending him."

"I'm not defending him."

Song Shiwei quickly denied it out loud, then looked away with a complicated expression. After a long time, she said softly, "I am defending myself."

"He is in the past tense, representing my previous choices. You devalued him as worthless and made me feel that I was also very bad before. If I spoke so harshly about your ex, you would also feel uncomfortable and impatient, right? "

He replied cheerfully: "I don't have an ex." Song Shiwei had no choice but to give an example, "Then if your next person mocks me in such a weird way in the future, can you understand this feeling?"

He didn't pause: "I don't have a successor either."

She frowned delicately: "I mean if, would it bother you?"

The person in front of me was like a programmed robot, replying calmly and calmly without thinking, "There is no such thing."

In the deep silence of the dark night, the two of them looked at each other quietly for a long time. In the end, it was Song Shiwei who couldn't resist the warmth and pressure in his eyes. She was defeated first and turned away, slightly pursed her lips and said no more.

never mind. She comforted herself silently. Don't expect a man to have empathy for another man.

After a long pause, Song Shiwei spoke calmly again: "I will not mention him again in the future, but not just on this matter, you must restrain your temper."

She couldn't help but frown again as she spoke, "It's really depressing that you are so mean. I can't beat you, and I can't quarrel with you. When the emotions have accumulated for a long time and I can't bear it anymore, I will have no choice but to leave." ”

As if intimidated by her last words, the person in front of him was silent for a long time. The master took her hands and clasped them carefully, saying in a low voice: "I will change."

"But you said you can't beat me," he seriously objected after a short pause, "I definitely won't fight back."

Song Shiwei raised her eyes: "Who pushed me to the ground last time?"

His handsome face finally showed some embarrassment: "...That was an accident."

She looked at him coldly: "How do I know what accident will happen next time?"

Seeing that his expression had faded due to her training, Song Shiwei's anger finally subsided a little.

She glanced at his bruised arm and asked in a low voice with a straight face: "Besides the arm, where else are you injured?"

He raised his face pitifully: "In my heart."

Song Shiwei couldn't help laughing when she saw him like this, but she didn't show it on her face. She still said calmly, "I can't do anything about the internal injuries. I can also help you apply medicine on your arms."

The person in front of him didn't move, his face was silent and he didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at his face and said curiously: "You don't need my help, right?"

He was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Do you really think there will be another one for me?"

Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment, but did not deny it: "No one can predict the future."

"But we just got together."

He looked into her eyes quietly, "You have no confidence in our future?"

The night was getting darker and quieter, and the ambiguous silhouettes of the two people were vaguely reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

The calves under the woman's skirt are shapely and fair, hanging down on the man's strong waist, making them look even weaker and slender.

As if feeling the calm pressure on the person in front of her, her small, round toes curled up slightly uneasily, and her heels lightly rubbed against the pocket of the man's overalls. The man noticed that he raised his hand to hold it, and gently held it with his rough, warm palm. Rubbing the soles of her feet, he lowered his eyes and whispered to himself: "Why is it so cold?"

Song Shiwei suddenly came back to her senses from his deep eyes. She looked away with a guilty conscience and said, "...I was just making a metaphor."

His eyes returned to the side of her face, and he asked slowly: "Under what circumstances will you leave me?"

She frowned slightly: "How do I know this?" His tone was calm and determined: "But I know that I will never leave you under any circumstances."

This is obviously a very unrealistic statement, just like the vows of eternal love casually spoken by a couple in love, but when said from the mouth of the person in front of him, there is an inexplicable magic that makes people feel believable, but at the same time, it also makes people feel People feel burdened.