moonlight lure

Song Shiwei stepped on the quilt with bare feet. After sitting next to him, he covered their legs with a blanket and held her hand under the blanket: "Want to watch a movie?" She pointed to the wall with her chin: "You See what time it is now?”

He pinched her knuckles and said, "I won't go to work tomorrow."

She refused: "I don't have such good energy if I don't go to work. You have to look at yourself, I'm going to sleep."

He stepped back and suggested: "Let's chat for a while."

Having fallen into his trap too many times, Song Shiwei looked at his face warily: "Don't try to make me sleepy and then coax me to sleep outside."

Ji Yanchen couldn't help but laugh, thinking that his girlfriend was getting harder and harder to deceive. He sighed silently and retreated again: "Then a good night kiss, okay?"

She looked at him with an unclear expression for a moment, then unexpectedly agreed softly: "Okay, close your eyes."

Ji Yanchen vaguely felt that she was being deceived, but her gentle look made people willing to accept it even though she knew it was a trap.

He closed his eyes, and Song Shiwei quickly knelt down and leaned over to bite his lower lip hard. The pain made him take a breath, and subconsciously hugged her waist with his arms, holding the perpetrator in his arms.

But even so, his mouth was only slightly red, not broken. She was still not satisfied, but she could only give up temporarily, scolding him with a cold face: "Does it hurt to bite you like this? Can't you be gentler? What will others think when I go to work on Monday?"

Ji Yanchen chuckled softly in his chest, lowered his head and slowly licked the wound on her lip, with a sincere and good attitude: "I was wrong, I will control myself next time, be gentle where it should be, and be heavy where it should be."

Song Shiwei was angry and squeezed his waist, but she was even more depressed because she couldn't pinch the muscles: "Where should it be heavier? Where should I not feel pain?"

The person in front of her calmly hugged her, half-smiled and said a few words in her ear.

Song Shiwei was stunned for two seconds, and her fair ears instantly became familiar. She bit her lip and pushed him away, climbed up, kicked him hard, and whispered in shame: "Go to bed early! Go back to your home tomorrow!"

Just before dawn, it started to rain heavily outside, thunder was rolling, and the wind was blowing.

Song Shiwei woke up in a daze, remembering that the window on the balcony was not closed, so she got up from the bed top-heavy. When she closed the window and came back, she caught a glimpse of the sleeping person on the floor. She was suddenly curious, was this person's physical instinct really that powerful? Did he miss or fight back when he pushed her down last time?
  Taking advantage of the cover of the night, she quietly approached the man on the floor. Just to be on the safe side, she crumpled a ball of tissue and threw it in his face every few steps.

The people on the ground frowned slightly, but had no other reaction.

She continued to move forward quietly, picked up a turtle leaf in the vase and patted his neck.

He tilted his shoulders slightly, but still didn't wake up.

Song Shiwei sneered silently. Sure enough, she knew he was taking revenge on her.

What physical instinct, that was his excuse after he made a mistake and failed to control his strength in fighting back! Men are so childish, they have to win in quarrels and fights!

She walked behind him and squatted down, her hands that had just been soaked in rain unceremoniously placed on his ribs.

She expected that he would suddenly wake up due to the ice and then turn pale and scream. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, a strong force appeared on her waist, causing her to fall to the ground with a low cry, her head falling weightlessly, and she knelt towards his arms. She turned over and was hugged by him, protecting her head.

The scene in front of her was spinning. When she regained her composure, she was already lying firmly in his arms.

Song Shiwei looked at the face of the person in front of her in shock. His eyes were clear and smiling, and the tail of his lips was slightly raised. He clearly looked like he had woken up a long time ago: "Are you scared? Or do you miss me?"

Her heart was beating wildly, her lips parted, and her cheeks slowly turned red: "I...I just wanted to see if you were asleep!"

He calmly asked: "How about falling asleep? What are you going to do to me?"

Seeing her silence, Ji Yanchen lowered his eyes and glanced at her hands, and asked quietly: "Did you just put your hands into my clothes?"

Song Shiwei's eyes dodge with guilt: "I..."

He looked at her faintly, with lingering fear: "If I hadn't woken up in time, my virginity would not have been preserved."

Song Shiwei was depressed for a long time, then she put her hand into his collar and put it on his neck. He was so cold that he hissed unprepared. Then she swallowed her breath, lowered her voice and said bitterly: "I'll keep him warm! "

The person in front of him chuckled, but instead of pushing her arm away, he lifted the quilt and pulled her in and hugged her tighter. His face was slightly arrogant: "Just come to me when it's cold."

Song Shiwei frowned and wanted to retaliate, but his body was really warm, like a human-shaped stove.

She was so comfortable that she couldn't think about it. When she was struggling alone in the warm water of hedonism, he held her other hand and murmured in a low voice: "My baby is so pitiful, and his hands are so cold." He was in her He rubbed his palms warmly for a while and asked, "Has it always been like this?"

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and thought for a moment, unaware that the thorns on her body were being softened by him: "Maybe the weather was too hot and she drank too much iced drinks."

He raised his eyes to look at her and said quietly: "You know your hands and feet are cold and you drink so much?"

She said casually: "If someone else buys it, it's not good if you don't drink it."

The person in front of me became keenly aware of the words: "Who bought it?"

Song Shiwei opened her lips and felt something was wrong in the atmosphere: "...colleague."

He stared into her eyes for a few seconds and said with certainty: "Male colleague."

Song Shiwei's arrogance was inexplicably weak. When he hesitated, he lowered his head and bit the soft flesh of her cheek, and said helplessly: "It's really annoying."

"In the future, you are not allowed to drink things bought by others. You can only drink the hot drinks I give you."

She nodded, raised her face and responded obediently: "Okay."

Taking advantage of her obedient attitude in explaining her losses, Ji Yanchen calmly pressed her into his arms and asked casually, "How did you spend the winter in Huping?"

Song Shiwei's black eyes were confused for a moment, her gaze unconsciously fell on the hidden scar on his forehead, and she thought carefully: "I have three charging warmers in my schoolbag, a large cup of longan and red date tea, and so many books. It makes my shoulders sore every day.”

The person in front of me chuckled and said, "It's better to fall in love with me then. I'll help you carry your schoolbag."

Song Shiwei also curled her lips and smiled, and then slowly regained her smile.

She hesitated for a long time, then softly asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time: "Have you seen me before?"

The thunder outside the window stopped and the wind became much calmer. The sky in the distance was dimly lit, and raindrops made a dull sound as they hit the glass.

Ji Yanchen was silent for a long time and said quietly: "It seems that I have some impression."

She asked curiously: "What impression?"

"Very fair and beautiful, a transfer student from a big city."

"Then why didn't you tell me when we had dinner for the first time?"

He laughed softly: "At that time, you were hating me for taking you back to the SWAT team. Is it appropriate for me to get close to you?"

Song Shiwei thought, yes.

He asked her again: "What about you, do you have any impression of me?"

She shook her head blankly: "At that time, my mind was not in school, I only remembered some bad things."

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Thinking of what happened at that time, Song Shiwei still felt annoyed: "Not long after I turned around, there were a few people who kept pestering me, which was very annoying."

He paused while rubbing her palms: "How did you solve it later?"

She said: "I found a senior I knew, and he said he would help persuade them. Later, those few people seemed to have been beaten quite badly, and nothing similar happened after that."

He didn't speak for a long time, and finally raised his hand to rub her head: "Just solve it."

The two of them were silent for a while, and then the person in front of them whispered again: "How have you been since you returned to Chengdu?"

Song Shiwei's eyes were slightly dim. After a while, he looked away and said softly: "I went to my dad's house at first, but there were three of them in the family. I was an outsider, so it was very embarrassing."

"Later I went to my aunt's house. She had been divorced for many years, and my cousin went to college and was not at home often. Later on, I lived on campus in college."