moonlight lure

She didn't know when her wrists were released, but she was already too weak to resist. Her whole body was pressed deeply into the quilt by him, and she covered her eyes with the back of her hand to deceive herself. Her cheeks were as hot as a high fever.

The sound of kissing that only the two of them could hear secretly and violently stimulated the senses in the darkness. His breath was strong and oppressive. Song Shiwei couldn't bear such a fierce attack. She bit her fingers and buried the side of her face into the pillow, her cheekbones enduring. Get crimson.

When it ended, a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and the emptiness in her blood that was driving people crazy gradually stopped. She took a deep breath, never feeling that oxygen was missing for such a long time.

Ji Yanchen calmly raised his head from her, with a hint of ambiguity on his sharp thin lips, and said with regret: "It's too dark."

Song Shiwei's brain was still at a loss as her emotions receded, and she didn't understand what he meant.

He scratched his fingers on her shoulder strap and said meaningfully, "I didn't see clearly."

Song Shiwei's cheeks instantly turned red and she raised her hand to hit him hard on the shoulder. He leaned over and nibbled wetly on her face a few times, and his low voice fell into her ears seductively: "The size seems to be too small."

He paused for a moment and pursed his lower lip, as if thinking about it, "Really?"

"..."

Song Shiwei lowered her voice in shame and anger and pushed him, "Are you done?"

When she first discovered that she was wearing sexy lingerie in the afternoon, he acted so innocent, as if he was more embarrassed than she was. Only a few hours later, he had revealed his true colors with his tail raised to the sky. Now she completely suspected that this was his plan. Even if he bought it out of helplessness, his selfish motives were definitely not innocent!

The person in front of me was very innocent: "I have to buy it tomorrow. What will I do if you don't tell me the size?"

Song Shiwei raised her hand and covered his mouth angrily twice before interrupting him: "I asked Yao Jiajia to take it from home, so you don't have to worry."

He chuckled silently, lowered his head and kissed her hand: "Does she have the code for your door?"

She hummed, her palms feeling sticky and hot from the heat of his breath.

He said quietly: "I want it too."

She took out her hand and slapped him, warning him: "Don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

Ji Yanchen supported her side with his arms, and tangled his long fingers into her messy hair when she was in love: "Can I take care of you after you are discharged from the hospital?"

She was silent for a moment, saying neither yes nor no:

"How many days did you take leave?"

"By the end of the week."

He rubbed her chin like a puppy and whispered to please her, "After work, I can cook, massage and clean you every morning and evening."

Song Shiwei knew that all the hard work he had done would not be in vain, and he would definitely bully her again when he got the chance, so she refused with a face, "No, I can do it myself."

He said seriously: "If you don't have the conditions at home to support your recovery, the doctor will not allow you to leave the hospital."

She looked at him coldly: "Don't bluff me, the doctor doesn't care."

"But I can go and advise the doctor."

He raised his lips and smiled harmlessly, "In the name of your family."

She pushed him in the face and lowered her voice angrily, "Go back to bed!"

He lowered his head and pressed her lips, and the smile in his deep voice spread: "As you command."

Bickering was a quarrel, and after she was discharged from the hospital, Song Shiwei couldn't resist him from ringing the doorbell every day after get off work, carrying groceries. His cooking skills became more and more perfect day by day. After Yao Jiajia came here twice, he never forgot about it. After he was full, he packed up the leftovers and took them home as a supper.

Sometimes Song Shiwei would look at the figures in the kitchen and have the illusion that the two of them were already living together. He took good care of her and was very sensitive to her subtle emotional changes. When she was with him, she could completely relax and not have to worry about anything.

This feeling of being completely tolerated and pampered was very addictive. Every night after he left, she had to briefly wean herself from dependence on him. She knew that she was like a frog in warm water, but the warm water was really comfortable.

Two weeks passed quickly, Song Shiwei's foot injury gradually recovered, and the bruises on her body were almost gone.

The news about her reinstatement in the hospital had not been confirmed, and she felt increasingly irritated and uneasy. She could not control her anger and took it out on Ji Yanchen a few times.

After she calmed down, she couldn't help but blame herself, but she was too embarrassed to apologize. She leaned on the balcony with her face lowered and remained silent.

He clenched his fist and mysteriously stretched it out in front of her. She thought it was candy, or some snack, or some small thing to coax her, so she quickly opened his fingers.

There was a crooked smiling face painted on his palm. She was so ugly that she couldn't help but laugh. She pushed his arm and asked him to take away the ugly thing. He held her hand with his backhand and clasped it tightly, and said seriously: "The seal is valid, don't be unhappy."

Song Shiwei criticized him for being childish and playing tricks of a primary school student. He held her hand tighter and pinched her face with the other hand, as if trying to make a smile for her.

She laughed helplessly, pushed his hand away, and after a while, she asked in a low voice with sadness: "What if I really can't be reinstated?"

She thought he would comfort her and say that he would definitely not, but he was quiet for a while and unexpectedly suggested: "How about opening a store?"

Song Shiwei glanced at him: "What store?"

"flower shop."

He gestured to a row of flowerpots of different sizes on the wooden stand on her balcony, "I see you like flowers quite a bit."

She pursed her lips helplessly: "Then don't you see that none of these flowers are fed by me, except for the pot of cactus below."

He did not hesitate to praise: "It's amazing that cactus can be well maintained. It can purify and defend itself."

She twitched the corners of her lips and did not take what he said seriously, but the person beside her shook her hand and said seriously: "I am serious. You can consider opening a store or trying other things."

She looked up at him without replying.

He said quietly: "Prosecutor is your dream, but it is just a job. Although it is a pity to lose it, you may also discover other possibilities in life. That's how I am."

His face lowered slightly, he paused for a moment, and continued to whisper: "It's a pity that I didn't pass the Air Force, but I am also very satisfied with my current situation."

Song Shiwei looked at him silently for a while and asked, "Why do you want to take the Air Force exam?"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the night sky in the distance: "I've liked it since I was a child. I think it's cool to fly in the sky. It would be even more cool if I could also fight enemies."

She smiled lightly and asked again: "Does your family support you?"

"I don't support it, because my parents think that with my grades, I will definitely have no chance."

His long legs were slightly bent, and he leaned casually on the balcony, pinching her fingers and pulling his lips, "I can't study well, and our family's hope lies in my sister. They don't have high requirements for me. I can go home if I can get a second degree." Just be a physical education teacher.”

The self-deprecation in his tone was obvious, as if it was just a casual joke when mentioning old memories, but Song Shiwei could clearly feel the depression and unwillingness hidden deep inside him.