Holding You Into My Arms

Just a few words with Lin Jiayin, my mother's phone calls, one after another, persevering.

Shen Zhan had to hang up and put on his mother's phone.

The female voice on the other end is a bit hoarse, and her nasal voice is heavy, as if she had cried.

Shen Zhan couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

"Mom, have you cried?"

Tang Ye wiped the light from the corner of his eyes and smiled: "Where did I cry, I didn't cry, what can I do to cry."

Shen Zhan: "Don't quarrel with Dad because of me."

Tang Ye curled his lips: "It's your father who wants to quarrel with me."

He knows his father's character best.

Shen Zhan: "If you don't mention it, Dad won't mention it."

Tang Ye snorted, "He took the initiative to mention it today."

The two were silent at the same time, as if they had hung up the phone.

After a while, Tang Ye asked, "Are you going to Zhao Ye's house?"

Shen Zhan: "It depends on the situation."

Tang Ye: "Don't go if you don't want to go, and Mom doesn't want you to go."

Shen Zhan: "Yeah."

The thought of this made Tang Ye feel uncomfortable.

She said silently: "I apologized and the money was compensated. What else do I want? Your dad is just brain sick."

Shen Zhan yelled: "Mom——"

Tang Ye sighed: "I only know that he loves other people's sons, but his own son doesn't care."

Shen Zhan said straightforwardly: "Dad feels that it is not enough."

Compared to a living person, these compensations are minimal.

"Not enough? Not enough!" Tang Ye's voice was a little higher with excitement: "It's obviously an accident. Do you want my son to die?"

Shen Zhan was startled, walked to the drinking fountain, and took a glass of water.

Maybe Dad did think so.

There was thunder roaring outside the window and heavy rain came again. Shen Zhan sipped his saliva and said, "Mom, did you promise me it?"

Tang Ye: "What's the matter? I agree to everything the baby says."

Shen Zhan put down the water glass and sat back on the sofa.

This time, instead of leaning back in the chair lazily, he sat up straight and said seriously: "Don't fight with my dad anymore."

Tang Ye pursed his lips, still saying: "It's your father who wants to quarrel with me."

Shen Zhan: "It's good to concentrate on being too rich for your wealthy wife, go shopping, watch shows, shop, and play cards... Do whatever you want, don't focus on quarreling with my father."

Tang Ye: "No, those are not as important as you."

Shen Zhan leaned back, his head tilted, and then became lazy: "No, no, don't even think about seeing your son."

Tang Ye: "You dare to threaten your mother."

Shen Zhan smiled: "Be obedient, don't fight."

Tang Ye was silent for two seconds and nodded: "If you don't make noise, you won't make noise. I don't even bother to argue with him."

Suddenly thinking of something, she asked: "Who did you call just now? Why are you always on the phone."

Shen Zhan: "Girlfriend."

"Girl...girlfriend?! Is it the kind of girlfriend of a couple? Or is it a friend of female sex?" Tang Ye got excited. His son is so good, but he is a solo.

She often taught him not to look too high, and Shen Zhan always dismissed it.

Shen Zhan thought of Lin Jiayin, and the corners of his mouth made a shallow arc: "The former one."

Tang Ye was so happy that he almost didn't call out: "What is your name, is it from your school? How old is this year? Where do you live?..."

Tang Ye grabbed him and kept asking, Shen Zhan answered a few words perfunctorily, and hung up the phone.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Shen Zhan was surprised, who would visit at this point.

Maybe it was the property, he went to open the door.

Lin Jiayin stood at the door, carrying an umbrella in her right hand, and water dripping from the side of the umbrella.

The hair was wet, the clothes were soaked, and it stuck to the body, forming a slender figure.

She also never thought that she was so unlucky. She didn't even get a taxi. When she walked halfway, it rained suddenly, and it was raining diagonally. The umbrella couldn't cover her, and she was soaked.

With a sudden heart beating, Shen Zhan stared at her for about ten seconds, opened the door, her peachy eyes narrowed slightly, remembering her theory of basking in the sun, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Come to send warmth? "

The rain flowed down her hair and fell on her eyes. Lin Jiayin raised her hand and wiped it, then nodded.

Shen Zhan showed a casual smile: "Be the little sun?"

Lin Jiayin nodded again: "Yeah."

Shen Zhan put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door frame: "Huh?"

Lin Jiayin: "Hmm." Then she lowered her head.

Shen Zhan turned around and went to the bedroom: "Come in."

Lin Jiayin put the umbrella by the door, put on slippers and went in.

Soon, he came out with a bath towel and put it on her head: "First wipe, then go take a bath."

There was another faint coconut fragrance, Lin Jiayin simply wiped it off and hung the bath towel on his arm.

Shen Zhan saw that she didn't move, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he was amused: "Wait for me to wash it for you?"

Lin Jiayin's throat choked: "No, no... pajamas."

Shen Zhan frowned, seeming to think she was a little troublesome.

But he got up again, walked into the bedroom, and gave her his t-shirt and pants.

On a quiet night, there was a splash of water.

Shen Zhan glanced at that direction, retracted his gaze, resting his right hand on the back of his head, his eyebrows drooping slightly, his pupils appearing lighter under the incandescent light.

On the first night when he moved to Huaqing, he stood by the lake and smoked. A thin girl came to confess to him. She looked familiar, but couldn't remember.

She babbled a lot without breaking the sentence. After speaking, she gasped and looked at him, her cheeks flushed with tension.

From her upside-down confession, Shen Zhan was somewhat impressed by this "high school classmate".

He faintly oh.

Lin Jiayin looked at him with bright eyes: "I like you so super, I like you anyway."

Shen Zhan pressed out the smoke and raised his eyebrows: "I like it anyway?"

"Yes!" Lin Jiayin nodded vigorously.

Shen Zhan laughed, laughed lazily, talked arrogantly, and had a very long ending: "Do you want to be my girlfriend that way?"

Lin Jiayin straightened her chest: "I don't think so, but very much."

Shen Zhan raised the corner of his eyes slightly and said in a loose tone: "Okay."

The clanging sound of the bathroom door opened Shen Zhan's thoughts back.

His eyes seemed to swept over.

The clothes are too big and put on her like a child stole an adult's clothes.

Lin Jiayin pulled her neckline back, her shoulders fell on her back, her neck was cold.

Looking down again, the trousers dragged to the ground, and his hands were tightly grasping the waistband, looking very embarrassed.

Lin Jiayin: "Pants... pants don't seem to work."

It will fall when you let go.

Shen Zhan raised his eyelids: "If you can't, don't wear it."

Lin Jiayin: "..."

Shen Zhan curled his eyebrows: "The clothes are long enough."

Looking at Lin Jiayin's head, she was indeed long enough to cover her buttocks.

She slowly walked into the bathroom, took off her pants, and walked out slowly.

Under the empty clothes, the two thin legs are straight like a lotus root, and the skin is white porcelain, as if coated with a thin glaze, translucent and shiny.

Lin Jiayin walked over slowly, taking every step carefully, lest he would be gone.

I thought that the length of the compassionate shirt was more than enough, but it would only cover the thighs.

Shen Zhan was looking down at the phone, lying on the sofa, lazily, like a young master.

When Yu Guangli saw her approaching, Shen Zhan moved aside.

He put down his phone, "No class tomorrow?"

Lin Jiayin: "There are lessons."

Just after taking a hot bath, her cheeks were pale pink, and her eyes were wet because of moisture.

Lin Jiayin is indeed very beautiful, the kind that hits people's hearts directly.

Shen Zhan glanced more naturally.

Lin Jiayin dodges his eyes when he sees it, looks at the chocolate on the table, leaned over and shook it, "You didn't eat it?"

Shen Zhan: "No."

Lin Jiayin curled her lips: "Then I will eat."

She tore open the box, took out a piece of chocolate, tore open the wrapping paper, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The cheeks bulged, and the eyes blinked.

The thick, curled eyelashes cast a charming shadow on the white skin.

Shen Zhan's throat slid up and down.

Lin Jiayin smiled sweetly at him, "Are you going to have a piece?"

Shen Zhan's peachy eyes narrowed, and his amber pupils were shining with shards of light. He was so beautiful that he licked the corner of his mouth and spit out a few words: "I have a taste."

Lin Jiayin turned around, took out a piece and handed it to him.

Shen Zhan didn't answer, but shouted her name dumbly.

Lin Jiayin: "Ah"

In the next second, he was pressed on his shoulders and pressed against the back of the sofa.

He kissed very tenderly and domineeringly, Lin Jiayin's brain was blank, confused.

Until Shen Zhan let her go and commented: "It's very sweet."

Lin Jiayin mumbled, and realized what he meant by tasting.

Shame.

Shen Zhan put the broken hair hanging in front of her cheek behind her ears, and said amusedly: "Inhale."

Hearing this, Lin Jiayin opened her ruddy little mouth and panted with big mouthfuls.

Shen Zhan raised his eyebrows: "The first time?"

Lin Jiayin nodded.

There was a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was frivolous: "What a coincidence, this is my first time."

Lin Jiayin's eyes widened. She always thought that Shen Zhan had a girlfriend.

"Do you want to come again? Huh?" The sweet taste in her mouth suddenly fascinated him, and it seemed to erase the bitterness that had been stuffy in her chest.

Lin Jiayin nodded, then wrapped his neck around and kissed him actively.

Shen Zhan smiled, took her waist, and sat with her lap.

At the end of the second kiss, Lin Jiayin, my dear friend, was dizzy, pursing her mouth and didn't say anything for a while.

Lin Jiayin licked the corner of her mouth, turned her head, and said in confusion, "What are we doing now?"

"What else do you want to do?" He lowered his eyes and glanced at her bare legs, smiled playfully, with a long ending.

Lin Jiayin squinted, grabbing the hem and scrolling up: "Come on then."

There is a strong momentum to die.

Shen Zhan: "..."

Shen Zhan grabbed her wrist: "There are things I haven't figured out yet."

Suddenly, he felt that he didn't deserve to be liked so much by Lin Jiayin.

Lin Jiayin whispered, she thought it was Shen Zhan who didn't understand the relationship between them.

Shen Zhan stood up and walked away with his long legs.

Lin Jiayin: "Are you going to sleep?"

Shen Zhan said indifferently: "Take a bath."

Lin Jiayin wondered about the home clothes he was wearing: "Didn't you wash it?"

Shen Zhan turned around: "Take another cold shower."

Lin Jiayin was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because—" He stared at her, with peach-colored eyes squinted, and said with a low smile: "Some fires are extinguished."

The author has something to say: this chapter is still giving red envelopes