butterfly light sleep deep blue sea

Chapter 33 Triangle (2)
The two rooms in the two-bedroom-one-living room are used to live in people, one is his bedroom, and the other is used when there are guests. In fact, only Xiaoyu has lived in it, and he usually uses it as a study.

"The sheets are freshly changed, and no one has slept on them." He didn't enter the room, but stood at the door and said to Wen Xinai who was standing beside the bed.

Wen Xinai nodded, didn't speak, she pursed her lips and didn't know what she was thinking.

He looked at her for a while and said, "Go to bed early." He closed the door for her.

Afterwards, he took a shower by himself, and when he came out, the light under the door of Kanwen Xinai's room had dimmed, and it seemed that he had turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

He dried his hair, and when he smelled the fragrance of the hair, he unconsciously thought of the smell on Wen Xin'ai's head just now, and then suddenly those two snow-white calves reappeared, and a hot feeling surged up in his heart. He was a doctor, and he was a man. He knew what it was, but he felt a little baffled. This emotion was too unlike him. He simply turned off the hair dryer, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then returned to his bedroom.

After reading more than a dozen pages of medical books in the original language, he felt sleepy. He turned off the light and fell asleep. The surroundings were pitch black, and the heavy curtains only let in a little light. For some reason, his only sleepiness disappeared when he lay down. Wucun could only open his eyes and look at the darkness around him.

It's too quiet, thinking that there is only a wall between Wen Xin'ai and him, a feeling of warmth surges up in his heart. Just now when she was washing the dishes, he even thought, if it was like this every day, when she was washing the dishes, he would watch by the side, When he finished washing, he dried the dishes and put them in the high cupboard. It was such a satisfying thing. He had never felt this way before, but at this moment he suddenly wanted to have it.

He let himself think wildly, and then it seemed that it was already late at night, and he finally fell asleep again and closed his eyes.

His thinking became chaotic, and he fell into a drowsy sleep. In the extremely quiet night, he seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, and then there were very light footsteps. Maybe it was Wen Xinai who went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He still closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't know. Juejian actually paid attention to the movement outside, and then the door opened again, and he seemed to feel something at the same time, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The light in the living room suddenly turned on, and Wen Xin'ai was startled. He looked back at the man who came out of the bedroom. His hair was messy, and two buttons of his black pajamas were unbuttoned, revealing his beautiful collarbone. He looked at her expression But frightened and angry, she unconsciously reached out to open the iron gate outside.

She thought he was already in a deep sleep, that he couldn't hear her soft voice at all, that she could leave in the middle of the night so that he would never find her again, but he actually found out.

He didn't speak, but approached her step by step. She pushed the iron door with her hand, only to find that the door was locked from the inside, and it couldn't be opened without a key.

"I, I," she said in a soft voice, saying the word "I" several times but was speechless.

"You just lied to me to feel at ease, you were already planning to leave in the middle of the night, weren't you?" Song Zihe said for her.

"I just don't want to trouble you." She leaned against the door and said with her head down, not daring to look him in the eye.

"I said I'm not afraid of getting you hurt, didn't you hear?" His voice was unexpectedly calm, and there was an inexplicable coldness in the silent night.

"But I'm afraid, Song Zihe, I've already bought a train ticket. It's the morning train. I'll be fine when I leave." She had already put on her original clothes, and took out the train ticket from her pocket, "See, I'll go straight to the station, it's warm in the waiting room, I'll be fine, just open the door and let me go."

Song Zihe looked at the train ticket in her hand coldly, then suddenly stretched out his hand, snatched the ticket and tore it into pieces: "It turns out that you are still going to disappear like that year, you are cruel enough."

The piece of paper fell on the floor, Wen Xin'ai's eyes widened, but Song Zihe pulled the person over at the same time, and the wooden door that had been opened was closed with a bang.

"You don't want to go anywhere, Wen Xin'ai, if you dare to disappear again, I will never forgive you again." The voice that was still calm just now trembled suddenly, but it was actually suppressed by anger, if it wasn't because I didn't Sleepy, if it wasn't for Wen Xinai's tossing and turning, she might really be gone, maybe she had planned it when she was in the car, so she pretended to be docile and obedient, just to make him feel at ease, just like that year She kissed him and disappeared in an instant.

Always let him feel extremely good at the first moment, and let him fall into hell at the next moment, how can it happen again?He gritted his teeth, seeing that she was still looking at the pieces on the ground in surprise, he couldn't help but hold her face and let her look at him: "You don't want to go anywhere, don't leave, don't go to find Du Ning, just You can be by my side." He said it again, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

His lips were slightly cold, trembling slightly, he tossed and turned mercilessly, and kissed into her mouth in an instant, the tip of his tongue frantically swept over every part of his mouth, his hands clasped the back of her head and pressed hard towards him , extremely domineering, extremely crazy, it seems that this can eliminate the fear in his heart, he is afraid of her leaving, afraid of her disappearing, really afraid.

There was a touch of blood between his lips and teeth. He was still frantic and refused to let go. The person in his arms was stiff at first, but gradually responded. It was not strong but enough to make him confused. As soon as he hugged her hard, The whole person leaned against the door, kissing recklessly, it seemed that only during this kiss did he realize that there were so many emotions suppressed, the person in his arms moaned softly, it seemed to be crying from the utmost grief, and that cry Finally, the whole person was no longer stiff, as if he had let go after persisting for a long time, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed back vigorously.

She was in love with him, and her heart would ache when she loved him, so Wen Xinai had long forgotten what she was going to do in the first place, or what she was going to insist on, and let her heart beating wildly in her chest, fighting hard. Respond to him with all my love, maybe just this time, maybe everything will disappear when I return to reality, so is it enough to let this time as a memory of this life?

In fact, the anger has long since faded away amid such confusion and passion, replaced by more and more enthusiasm, no one is willing to stop, just like the last carnival, which will not stop until the end.

However, when Wen Xinai was pushed down on the sofa, Song Zihe froze for a moment. On his half-naked body, the purple butterfly tattoo bloomed to the extreme. face, trying to grasp a sliver of reason from the frenzy, to explain whether the current enthusiasm is love or infatuation, but he can't grasp it, and can't grasp anything, maybe the insanity comes from too strong He was so fascinated by the butterfly, he couldn't wait to kiss its beautiful wings and fell in love instantly.

The hot skin has long surpassed the temperature that the air conditioner can create. The person in his arms is trembling slightly. The smooth touch makes him kiss the body that is as fragrant as Guerlain countless times. The internal organs of his body seem to be aching. , as if something was rushing in his body and needed to vent, he opened his mouth, breathed hard, sweat dripped from his forehead, his misty eyes stared intently and frantically at the person below him, who opened his mouth slightly , her beautiful eyes looked at him from the sweaty hair, it seemed that she was also in pain, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her hot skin was eager for his lips to leave for a short time, her hands hooked him helplessly The neck, like a parasitic vine, is tenacious and tenacious, wanting to get closer to him.

"Zihe, Zihe." She murmured the name softly, and when he lowered his head to kiss her again, it turned into a low moan. He kissed all the way down, never tired of it, and his hands followed at the same time , Exploring all the way, sweet entanglement, temperature rising again and again, the force rushing everywhere in his body almost drove him crazy, but he didn't want to back down, let that force drag him slowly into the place that made him collapse Holy Land, the whole person trembled, because it was so beautiful, and at that moment all his senses and emotions were so clear and clear, all thoughts and all entanglements were poured into his mind in an instant, making him sink in the same breath as him. It seems that he has never had such a strong love for anyone, and it seems that he has exhausted the enthusiasm of his life, so that his whole body and mind want to grab it very strongly, and that kind of The love becomes stronger and stronger as the temperature rises, until the whole person is forced to the brink of collapse, and all he can do is to give himself to the original rhythm, to hug Wen Xinai and kiss her hard until he touches her soul.

"Wen Xinai, I love you." As if he was ups and downs in the huge waves and was sent to the top of the waves, he said very seriously and devoutly to the people under him.

It was early morning when everything calmed down. On the narrow sofa, Song Zihe hugged Wen Xinai tightly, his face pressed against the tattooed place, and the fragrance in his hair made him a little intoxicated.

He had never indulged himself so much before, letting his desire lead him, allowing himself to lose control, until now he felt a little tired, but kept his eyes open, refusing to sleep, fearing that the person in his arms would disappear when he woke up.

Wen Xinai's low breath was right next to his ears, gentle and sweet, he couldn't help kissing her tattoo, but he couldn't stop, and kissed her neck and chin again and again, the breath of the two mixed together, gradually He was in a hurry, but he stopped suddenly and hugged Wen Xinai. Today's experience is the first time for both of them. He is new to human affairs, so he should cherish the person in his arms.

Thinking of this, he felt an unspeakable sweetness in his heart. He kissed Wen Xinai's head, and then stood up. His lean and well-proportioned body exuded his unique sex appeal and charm under the lamp. He covered Wen Xinai with the blanket. He quickly put on his clothes again, and looked at the clock on the wall, it was only five o'clock in the morning.

Wen Xinai's face was covered by black hair, and although she was covered with a blanket, her bare shoulders were still exposed. She moved, then stretched slowly, yawning, lazily like When the kitten stretched out its arms, it exposed the deadly white skin on its chest. Song Zihe looked at her, rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, and immediately stretched out his hand to cover her again, only to find that Wen Xin's beloved Eyes have been opened, looking at him.

"Are you awake?" He smiled, reached out and stroked the hair on her face, revealing her palm-sized face.

Her face was a little confused at first, but when she saw Song Zihe clearly, she was startled, and then blushed, grabbing the blanket to cover her face, apparently she realized what she had done.

This look is so cute, Song Zihe couldn't help but sit down and argue with her, because the blanket is not big, so when Wen Xinai grabbed the blanket to cover her face, her slender legs were exposed, and Song Zihe's hands were leery along the curve of her graceful legs.

Wen Xinai yelled, sat up immediately, her face was already blushing, and she stammered to Song Zihe, "You, what are you going to do?"

Song Zihe Lianren held her in his arms with a blanket, and his chin rested heavily on the top of her head. In the quiet room, he said in a low and gentle voice with a hoarse voice: "I have done everything that needs to be done, Wen Xin'ai, You are mine at last."

When Wen Xinai lingered out of the bathroom, Song Zihe had already bought breakfast from downstairs and came back early. He walked back and forth so fast that he almost ran. He was afraid that Wen Xin'ai would not be there when he came back. There was still the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Wen Xin'ai's face was as red as ever, she didn't even dare to sit next to Song Zihe, she sat down far away from Song Zihe alone, grabbed the buns and ate them in small bites.

Song Zihe looked at her for a while, drank the milk in the glass, and then asked her: "Would you like to go back and have a look after eating?" He wanted to imprison her, like a treasure that only he could see and possibly own, but he Can't really do that, because she is Wen Xinai, and he doesn't want to do anything to hurt her.

"I think, find Du Ning first." Wen Xinai said, Du Ning didn't answer the phone yesterday, she was really afraid that something would happen to him like last time, when Song Zihe went out just now, she really wanted to use the phone in the house to call Du Ning, but he was afraid that Du Ning was actually fine, but instead let him know that he was here with Song Zihe, which would be detrimental to Song Zihe.

Hearing her mentioning Du Ning, Song Zihe subconsciously frowned. He didn't expect her to be the first to mention Du Ning. He thought that she kept saying it was Du Ning last night. Could it be that she left in the middle of the night just to be with Du Ning? Leaving the city together?But she clearly said that she was afraid of hurting him?

He suddenly became uncertain, and unconsciously clenched the hand holding the cup. The carnival last night was more like his own wishful thinking. Although Wen Xinai was cooperative, obedient, and even fell with him, he still lacked a clear idea. The answer that made him feel at ease, she said that she liked him, that was ten years ago, but she never said it now.

"Wen Xin'ai, can you sit down a bit?" He didn't know how ugly his face had become, and even Wen Xin'ai sitting far away now made him feel uneasy.

Wen Xinai looked at his frowning face, not knowing what she said to make him angry again, she sat a little closer to Song Zihe.

She was just a little shy, and she couldn't digest what happened last night, so even looking at Song Zihe now, she felt that her whole body would tremble slightly, but in Song Zihe's eyes, it seemed like fear.

"Did you do something wrong?" He took her hand, intertwined with her fingers, playing with each one, "You like Du Ning, but I forced you to do something you don't like yesterday, yes no?"

When he was speaking, he let go of her hand, and raised his hand to stroke a few blobs on her face, his fingertips felt slightly cold, and a touch of despair came out of his broken eyes.

"No," Wen Xinai quickly grabbed his hand and said, "No, you didn't force me, this, isn't this consensual?" She was a little anxious, and her voice stammered again.

Song Zihe's hand rested on her face, and seeing her eagerness, his eyes lit up again in an instant. It turned out that happiness and anger were really just a momentary thing. He was a little surprised by his emotional change, but More were overwhelmed by the ecstasy that came to her face. It turned out that it was not her own wishful thinking, and it turned out that her feeling was the same as her own.

He didn't realize that this was a matter of gain and loss between male and female lovers. He unconsciously caressed Wen Xin'ai's lips with his thumb, and lowered his head to kiss her.

The doorbell rang untimely, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and after a pause, when the doorbell rang again, Song Zihe stood up and went to open the door.

Outside the iron gate, there were three people standing, the leader looked a little tired, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't even look at Song Zihe, he glanced into the room over him: "Dear Are you here?" He couldn't see Wen Xin'ai sitting at the table from this angle.

"Du Ning?" Wen Xin'ai heard the voice and ran up, and looked at Du Ning outside the door through the iron gate. His hair was messy and his face was bleak. It was obvious that he had not had a good night.

The moment he saw Wen Xinai, Du Ning's frowning brows loosened, and he rubbed his face vigorously with one hand: "Fortunately, you are here. If I can't find you again, I will take Chen Guaizi again." Come out to whip the corpse," he said, pushing the iron gate with his hand, as if he realized that there was an iron gate between them, and there was Song Zihe standing next to Wen Xin'ai.

"Let me in." He looked at Song Zihe without gratitude, almost in a commanding tone, as if he was a completely irrelevant person.

Song Zihe didn't speak, but glanced at Wen Xin'ai next to him: "This is my home, Mr. Du."

Only then did Du Ning look at Song Zihe. He was wearing ordinary beige home clothes, and his whole body was gentle but with a hint of indifference. Wen Xinai next to him was wearing shirt-like pajamas, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and the one with the tattoo A few faint red marks were exposed on the place and extended to the inside of the pajamas. Anyone who is not a fool can guess what it means.

His pupils shrank suddenly, but there was no expression on his face. He looked at Song Zihe and said, "Yes, this is your home, but it's not the way to welcome guests anyway, and I'm I have something to say to my beloved, Mr. Song, please open the door." He said more politely than before, and took a step back, waiting for Song Zihe to open the door.

(End of this chapter)