All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The bathroom light is warm yellow, and it is particularly ambiguous when it falls on the skin wet with water. Cen Simao's back was close to the ground, feeling a bit of coolness, but her face was splashed by the hot water from the shower, and slowly flowed to the white neck.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her expression was quite helpless, and her breathing became hastily. She wanted to push Song Boyu away from her body, but she couldn't help. Song Boyu's hands were particularly dishonest, and his strength was so great that it caused a pain.

As soon as Cen Simiao was about to soften her throat and screamed for pain, she immediately felt numb. She lay on the ground, stretched out her hand and waved a few times in the air, but then drooped.

Song Boyu was breathing heavily, his eyes were dark and full of desire. He followed each night before, and Cen Simiao taught him to do it on the soft bed. The original cold eyebrows were more wild.

He kissed Cen Simiao's neck, biting his teeth from time to time, his voice hoarse: "Raise your legs, you will be very comfortable."

This is what Cen Simiao would do subconsciously before.

Song Boyu was speaking at this time, and still in this case, her face became more and more red, and there was a trace of shame in her eyes, and she struggled fiercely and pushed him hard.

But when she fell on Song Boyu, her strength suddenly became smaller. Her fingertips touched his chest intentionally or unintentionally, her body twisted so much, the whiteness was shaking in front of his eyes.

Cen Simiao was so stupid that she couldn't say the whole thing, and her voice seemed to choke: "Let go ... let go of me! You, you ... ah!"

She didn't finish her words, she suddenly exclaimed, she took a cold breath, her whole body froze, and Song Boyu, who was already a little crazy, held her tightly in her arms.

Song Boyu's eyes were deep, and his lips were bent: "How is my student? I can teach you everything, and I can think about it if I don't."

Cen Simiao frowned slightly, her mouth opened slightly, and she panted sharply.

The hot air was steaming in the bathroom. Even the cold floor could not feel the slightest coldness, and the warm water fell on the two of them.

The wind was still screaming outside, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the car ran in the dark.

Lin Zhenqi sat in the car, drank his stomach full of wine, and the spicy taste of his throat had not faded. He always felt his hands and feet were hot. When he opened the window, a cold wind rushed towards him.

The driver felt a little cold, but he didn't dare to speak, forcing the cold wind. He heard the sound of a cell phone dialing, a long sound of music, and finally stunned.

No one was answering at all times.

Lin Zhenqi rubbed his forehead, his face was a little red after drinking, and his mind was messy and thoughtless, but Cen Simiao appeared repeatedly before leaving.

Sadness, despair, and anger are all blended together, making those beautiful eyes more attractive.

Lin Zhenqi was very upset at heart, could not help but call Cen Simiao, but no one had been answering. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were cyanose.

After a while, the car drove to the door. Lin Zhenqi opened the door and stepped on the ground with one foot, the cold wind was blowing across his cheeks, which was very cold.

But somehow reminded him of Cen Simiao's warm breath.

After a pause, he took his foot back and sat back in the car: "Go somewhere."

Cen Simiao was still next to the ground, but she was lying on her back, her hair was hanging down on her white back, and her two long legs were held by Song Boyu in her hands, she was shouting lightly.

After a while, Song Boyu held her in her arms, wiped her with a bath towel, and walked to the bedroom. Cen Simiao was lying on his chest, weak and weak, and heard a faint cell phone ringing in his bag.

She raised her eyebrows, and when she was about to speak, she was put on the bed, and immediately surrounded by the breath of Song Boyu.

Cen Simiao frowned, squinting half-heartedly, her body was charming, and her cell phone was still ringing. She glanced at her, and was instantly hurt by the strength of Song Boyu.

He was clearly dissatisfied with Cen Simiao's distraction, and his jaw dart into her shoulder socket.

In the car outside, Lin Zhenqi clutched the screen of his mobile phone and put his arm on the window. Half of his body was almost blown by the cold wind. He stared at the lighted bedroom in the house.

The curtains blocked the scene inside and could see nothing. But Lin Zhenqi watched the light in the bedroom just turned on, and the phone was still unanswered.

He pursed his lips, got out of the car, walked to the door, and pressed for a while without ringing the doorbell. Instead, he sat on the steps and yawned idly.

Damn, he gotta be jealous.

Lin Zhenqi sent her a message, but after a while she didn't get a response. He was sitting on the steps, his hair was blown aside by the wind, and it was cold.

Looking up at the lighted bedroom.

Until daylight, the light was not turned off. Cen Simao was sore all over, and she had no strength lying in bed. She stood up and climbed up. While Song Poyu went to the bathroom, she sneaked over and brought her mobile phone.

Sure enough, Lin Zhenqi called.

One more message

She raised a brow and clicked to delete it. Suddenly the phone rang again, scaring her, and almost knocking the phone down.

Lin Zhenqi called.

She squinted at the bathroom door without moving, pressed the answer button, and lowered her voice: "Is there something wrong?"

Tone and alienated.

Lin Zhenqi sat outside all night, rubbing her face with exhaustion, rubbing her eyebrows, pursing her lips, and laughing: "Are you planning to see me no longer?"

As soon as Cen Simiao was about to speak, he heard: "I may have a cold."

She raised her eyebrows and didn't answer.

Lin Zhenqi continued unhurriedly, "Your steps are so cold, it's uncomfortable to sit on. You can come out and meet me, just slap."

Cen Simiao frowned slightly, stepped on the ground with her two legs bare, opened the curtain gently, and saw a car parked in front of the house. On the steps not far away, Lin Zhenqi was holding her mobile phone and looking up Look.

She heard the phone saying, "Do you really want to invite me in?"

Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes, and her voice was a bit cool: "Well, I don't like you anymore."

Lin Zhenqi laughed softly, as if she didn't believe what she said. As she was about to speak, she suddenly heard an exclamation, and he asked what was going on, followed by a low male voice.

The call hangs up.

Lin Zhenqi frowned, pursed her lips, and looked a little ugly. Staring at the window, the radon in his eyes was revealed.

Blocked by curtains, nothing can be seen.

Cen Simao is hiding behind the window, hiding her phone behind her, and she is afraid to look at Song Boyu with some guilty conscience.

He stood in front of Cen Simiao, and with the drops of water on his face after washing, his eyebrows became deep: "Who's calling?"

Cen Simiao didn't say a word.

Song Boyu asked again in a calm tone.

She still didn't respond.

Song Boyu started to feel agitated, frowning, and couldn't help but say, "Tell me, who called?"

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, raised his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the guilty conscience between his eyebrows had disappeared: "What matters to you."

Her tone was slow and slow, apparently she was angry, afraid that Song Boyu would not frizz.

He didn't let Cen Simiao really disappointed. He went up and took it. Cen Simiao didn't struggle, so he just threw it directly to him. Song Boyu took the call and looked at the call record, but found it blank.

He held his cell phone tightly, his heart angered.

Cen Simiao's attitude was cold and indifferent, no matter what he did, he didn't see it. Except when the two entangled in bed, her reaction would be fierce.

But in just a few days, the way they got along has changed. Song Boyu paid particular attention to her and wished to keep her by her side at any time without leaving.

Cen Simiao is still doing housework every day, but she has been served. No matter what she was going to use, Song Boyu immediately brought it to her, and if it wasn't for her, he could wrap her clothes.

However, since that day, Lin Zhenqi has never called again. Cen Simiao is not in a hurry, and because of his unwillingness to suffer, he will blow the cold wind at the door all night, and he will never let her go easily.

Holding the mobile phone indifferently, she hesitated on Lin Zhenqi's phone number, rubbed her fingertips gently, and was about to dial out, when the ringing bell rang.

Cen Smiao froze and looked closely, it was Song Boyu's parents. She pursed her lips, and the emotion in her eyes was unpredictable.

After answering the call, Chong Simiao was always asking patiently about Song Boyu's situation.

When she finally hung up the phone, she suddenly said: "In fact, this stage of treatment is almost over, and the best thing next is for the family to accompany him."

The door was suddenly opened, and Song Boyu stood there, holding a milk glass, staring at the mobile phone she was holding, eyes dark and moving his lips: "Who called?"

Before the call was hung up, Cen Simiao frowned and said to him, "Your mom and dad's phone, do you miss them?"

Song Boyu frowned.

After two days, the parents of the Song family planned to return. Cen Simiao cleaned the room, and incidentally called Song Boyu to let him fold the bed.

He was very obedient and worked hard. Suddenly saw Cen Simiao picking up his quilt, and then walked to the bedroom where he used to live.

Song Boyu frowned, chasing after inexplicably: "You put down!"

Cen Simao turned to look at him, put the quilt on the bed, and then neatly said, "What's wrong?"

With anger on his face, "Why put the quilt here."

Cen Simiao picked up very quickly: "Because this is your room."

Song Boyu's jaw tightened, and suddenly she understood what she meant. Her brows were sullen, her body stiff, and she stood motionless.

Cen Simiao couldn't see his expression, and he took care of the quilt. He stood up and said, "I'll move your pillow and drawing board again later, and you'll sleep here tonight."

When she walked to the door, she found that Song Boyu didn't follow her, and turned around to see him standing with her head down: "Why are you upset again?"

Song Boyu did not speak for a long time, she was not in a hurry, leaned on the door frame and waited, and suddenly heard him say sullenly, "Where do you live?"

Cen Simiao chuckled: "Live in my room."

He glanced up and stared at her, his eyes panicking. Cen Simao frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, avoiding his eyes, stood upright, turned to prepare to go out: "You'll come out when you're packed."

Before the words were heard, she heard heavy footsteps. She glanced sideways and felt a heavy arm, which was dragged by Song Boyu to the bedroom.

Cen Simao was about to shout, he kissed it directly, and stretched her fingers into her clothes quite flexibly. She suddenly became weak and stumped, but Song Boyu pressed down on the ground.

He was particularly strong, Cen Simiao couldn't even react.

Outside the gate, Song's parents took out the key to open the door, holding a gift in their hands, and with a look of thought, pushed the door into the living room, but no one was seen.

Song Mother couldn't even change her shoes, and shouted Song Boyu in her mouth, looking for him back and forth. No response. She looked upstairs, and Song Poyu's bedroom door was hidden, and she quickly stepped up the stairs.

The sound of the high-heeled shoes stepping on the wooden stairs was particularly clear. It penetrated the door gap and poured into Cen Simiao's ears.

Her tender white body lay on the ground, and her face was flushed. At this moment, because of her anxiety, she looked more charming. Song Boyu had not stopped yet. She was anxious and gave him a hard blow, but she heard his breathing more Heavy.

Hearing footsteps were getting closer.