moonlight lure

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and looked at his hand holding her foot. Her foot looked small in his big palm, as if he could block all the mud and thorns on her future road.

She couldn't help but feel a little distracted when she saw it, and the words that had been lingering in her heart uneasily were about to come out: "Ji Yanchen."

After a long time, she continued in a very soft voice: "Don't imagine too much of me, or you will be disappointed."

He asked quietly: "What if I don't just imagine it, but really understand you?"

She disagreed: "The person who knows me best is myself. I know that I have big flaws."

He said calmly: "What's the flaw?" Her eyes were silent and she said no more words.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me did not continue to ask, but he also had his conditions, "But if you are unwilling to say it now, just promise me not to separate from me for this reason in the future."

She pursed her lips bitterly when she heard the words: "You may be the one who wants to break up with me more in the future."

Ji Yanchen frowned calmly and forced her to raise her head and look at him: "Song Shiwei, you can have no confidence in yourself, but don't have no confidence in me."

He looked into her eyes with a serious expression, "You haven't gotten to know me deeply, so it's unfair to me."

She remained silent, and he continued in a low and steady voice: "Say what you don't like about me, and I will try my best to change it."

"I will make up for the sense of security you lack with actions. I don't need you to walk towards me, as long as you stay where you are and don't back away."

He paused for a while, staring at her face with deep and hot eyes.

"That's my only request, okay?"

After the air between the two was silent for a long time, Song Shiwei finally let out a soft hum.

She saw that the expression of the person in front of her relaxed slightly, but the vigorous and chaotic emotions in her heart still had no outlet. She was not sure and said in a daze: "What if..."

"If we really get to the point where we can't continue in the future."

He suddenly leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, the hot and wet touch leaving her instantly.

She instinctively kept silent and raised her eyelashes. He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his voice low and strong: "There is no such thing, here with me."

Song Shiwei stared at his sparse features, her heart beating faster without any warning.

As the two lines of sight, one strong and the other weak, looked at each other, the dangerous factors hidden in the air were instantly aroused.

There was no time to escape, and in the next moment, he suddenly leaned over and hugged her.

Song Shiwei was still in a daze and was startled. Her arms instinctively hugged his neck, and her legs subconsciously clamped around his waist. But he calmly raised his face, as if everything was in his plan, and calmly blocked her exclamation with his lips.

The screams in her mouth were forced to turn into thin whimpers. His big palm held her legs firmly, and his other hand pressed hard on the back of her neck, holding her while walking and kissing her.

The ambiguous and intense voice sounded all the way, and Song Shiwei clung to him with her heart hanging in fear. She was worried that she would fall from him, and she was also afraid that he would kiss her so fiercely that she would become deprived of oxygen.

This sense of forced weightlessness is dangerous and exciting. The air has been sucked out of their minds and turned into a vacuum. Now they can only hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

The distance of a few meters from the entrance to the living room seemed like half a century. Finally, she was placed on the sofa by him. In the brief moment of separation, she opened her eyes in confusion, but before she could see his expression clearly, he quickly pressed up again, clasping her wrist with his big palm, as cruel as if there was no tomorrow. Kissing her endlessly.

This was the most intense kiss between the two. It was so intense that she even wondered if he was angry just now and was seeking revenge on her. However, before she could figure out the reason, she was quickly involved in a deeper entanglement. .

Song Shiwei felt that her lips were broken, and the faint smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth, stimulating him to attack even more wantonly.

His tongue invaded the lips wantonly, deftly exploring every tooth and every inch of softness. Her toothpaste was fruity and mint-flavored, but now it was completely covered and occupied by his scent, marking her territory.

The temperature all over the body rose rapidly, and it was so hot that one could go crazy. Her misty eyes were stimulated to tears, and her eyelashes were wet. Finally, just before she was about to suffocate, he let her go.

She lay on the sofa with half-open eyes, panting in a trance, but the person on her body showed no intention of truce. He just shifted his position and kissed her wetly down her chin.

Her nightgown was of a suspender type, and although she wore an outer layer over it, half of it had already become loose when she walked from the entrance to the living room, and the suspenders of her skirt also slipped off her shoulders.

Ji Yanchen looked at the person under him with deep eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and the emotion in his deep black eyes. Desire is terrifyingly dark.

The person on the sofa gasped weakly, his black hair was messy and scattered on his white shoulders, his dark eyes were moist and misty, and the small wound on his slightly swollen lip was particularly bright and beautiful. The whole person was broken and weak, and every frame was beautiful. It hit his orientation and aesthetics squarely, breaking his heart into a sieve, and flowers bloomed in the blood.

When the kiss finally ended, he lowered his head and pressed the corners of her lips lovingly, hugged her gently, and said hoarsely: "Okay."

Song Shiwei's eyes dimmed with tears as she nestled in his arms to calm her heartbeat. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "It's time for you to go back."

After the words came out of her mouth, she also realized that she looked like a scumbag who fell out after having fun, but unexpectedly the person on the sofa did not tease her, but said slowly: "It's too late, it's not safe for me to go back alone."

Song Shiwei:?
  He expressed his request: "I want to stay." She said firmly: "No!"

He took the initiative to retreat: "I can use the sofa."

She got up from his arms and said without any room for negotiation: "That won't work either!"

He stopped talking and stared at her with resentful eyes, like a large dog that had been cruelly kicked out of the house by its owner.

Song Shiwei felt that her rejection might have been a little harsh, so she bit the bullet and added to reassure her: "...The sofa is so small, I can't sleep on you."

The person in front of me immediately put on an expression like "I know you feel sorry for me" and curved his lips and smiled: "Then I'll go to bed and make sure not to move."

"..."

This aggressive face is simply unrivaled.

Song Shiwei closed her eyes and endured it. Just when she was about to sternly refuse again, he immediately threw out the temptation: "Tomorrow I will clean your room, clean your computer, pick up express delivery, clean the car, massage, and cook."

Song Shiwei: "..."

Not so much.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Ji Yanchen knew there was something going on, so he continued to spend more money: "Three dinners, one afternoon tea, and one late night snack."

She struggled silently with her cravings for a long time, and finally managed to speak: "...Forget it about midnight snacks."

He knew very well the principle of giving up when something was good. He hugged the person in his arms tightly and rubbed her neck coquettishly: "Okay, then I'll leave after making dinner and throw away the garbage for you on the way."

She looked hesitant and finally didn't say yes or no. After a long time, she sighed helplessly, pushed him, and said disgustedly: "...You go take a shower first, you're so dirty."

After Ji Yanchen entered the bathroom, Song Shiwei returned to the bedroom to get the quilt.

She took out the blanket and thin quilt from the closet. When she closed the door, she saw the person in the full-length mirror with messy black hair, red eyes, a chipped lip, and her cheeks suddenly burned.

Song Shiwei walked out of the bedroom.

She rented a two-bedroom apartment, but there was no bed in the guest room. She usually used it as a dressing room, and the floor was full of debris. The sofa in the living room was not tall enough for him. After thinking about it, she spread the quilt on the floor in the corner of the living room.

His clothes were quickly washed and dried, and she found him a set of men's T-shirts and sweatpants as pajamas.

She raised her hand for a long time and he was still suspicious but didn't take it. She was confused. After a moment to react, she threw the clothes in his face angrily: "It belongs to my brother!"

After he came out, she took another shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was sitting obediently on the quilt in the living room. His black hair was messy and damp. He patted the place beside him and motioned for her to sit over.