It’s Colder Today

When he really wanted to go back, Shi Yun knew that he definitely didn't want to eat it. When he mentioned spicy strips, Shi Yun thought of his watch. She put her hand on his wrist and could only touch the red bracelet.

Shi Yun: What should I do? I'm still heartbroken.

He turned his palm, turned it upward, and interlocked his fingers with Shiyun's hand.

It was quiet and they cuddled together. Wei Cong responded by tilting his head, his face touching the top of her hair. The ripples on the lake surface stirred up the moon, making it impossible for a moment of peace. He scratched the back of Shi Yun's hand with his thumb, and said in a low and serious tone: You are happy, which is equivalent to me.

After he finished speaking, the person leaning on his shoulder raised his head.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and all the moonlight fell into her eyes.

Just like a siren sitting on the rocks in the moonlight to attract the boatmen, the moonlight enchants her already beautiful eyes.

Cracks appeared in the solid barrier, and an immeasurable earthquake also occurred in her heart. The mountain breeze revealed her whereabouts on the lake, and she revealed herself in front of Wei Songying.

Wei Cong's eyes were the same as before when Wei Zong received the love that had different starting points but almost the same effect. He didn't think much about it. At that time, when she called him, Wei Cong couldn't express his feelings at that time.

Heart pounding?

It seems a little shallower.

Full of joy and emotion?

It seems to have faded a bit.

He just felt that he had found Dazai Osamu's kimono. In a trance, he seemed to see Shiyun kneeling on the futon in front of the low-brow Bodhisattva. She clasped her hands together and prayed for a long life.

Yes, live a long life.

He had been indifferent to family love since before, but at that moment he thought that if he was with her... that wouldn't be a bad idea.

At that time, Wei Cong should be able to tell her the answer that was interrupted when the signal was restored.

——I really like you.

He confessed his love for the first time, but after saying it, he saw her turning her head, as if she was shy or moved.

Unfortunately, the waning moon was not bright enough for Wei Zong to see clearly.

It's shame and guilt.

It was because she was at a loss when she suddenly discovered that she also had feelings for him.

His confession was in her ears, but Shi Yun deliberately didn't look at him. She hasn't read many literary works, and the ones she can think of are the most famous ones.

For example, use the moon to express love.

Wei Cong put his hand on the back of her head. This was the heroine's reaction after confessing her love for the first time. He was a little embarrassed to follow.

Mosquitoes buzzed in my ears, and night owls appeared but could not be seen.

She rested her chin on her knees and suddenly turned her head, her knees pressing against the cheekbones of her face: Wei Songying, you are the moon.

Wei Zong listened and thought carefully: Is Kawabata Yasunari?

I don't know, it's different. Shi Yun's literary attainments are not as high as his, and her hair is hanging down. She raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ears, then straightened her back, But the meaning is the same.

He leaned back slightly and put one hand behind his back.

The world finally recovered from the huge earthquake. At this moment, the world was so quiet and it seemed like a different world from when the earthquake occurred.

And his heart was in two different worlds than before.

She was the new demiurge within him.

The atmosphere was just right during the kiss, moist and dim.

The lingering pathos between the lips and teeth, the breath is like threads woven into cloth, and a huge piece of cloth is about to be born.

Wei Zongying stirred her breathing, clasping hands and leaning against her body.

Holding her in his arms and sitting on his lap, Wei Congying clasped his hands around her neck, tangled his hair with his fingers, and traced his thumb across her neck. The other hand hugged her, as fiercely as the surface of a lake stirred by a sudden intensification of wind, causing ripples.

Shi Yun softened, and he stopped, letting her hang on him, while his arms were still around her. He felt her leaning on his shoulder, her hot breath falling on his skin like a thin rain.

He was the one who told him to stop, and Shi Yun put his hand on him: No more kissing?

If you kiss again, you have to do something else. Wei Zong responded slowly, looking past her at the moon hanging in the sky, which was very close to the playground shelter.

He continued: The risk is too great, although I really want to try it outdoors.

After saying that, Wei Zongying felt the hand on his body rise, then fall again, giving him a fist.

He was a man who spoke yellow and had no psychological burden. Wei Zongying continued seriously: I also have a place with a yard. When we go back, we can try it there.

She covered her mouth with her hands.

Her lips touched the palm that was hotter than his body. She rested her head on Wei Congying's shoulder. Her voice was soft but her tone was raised. She was full of breath, for fear that others would hear her and that he wouldn't be able to hear her: Stop talking.

On the day they left Chongzhou, Shi Yun saw Jiao Fan again. She told Jiao Fan that they could go back now.

Jiao Fan just turned the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, and she blamed herself when facing her lover who was already separated from each other.

If she believed that Kang Ziqian liked her, she would have told Kang Ziqian earlier and adjusted her mood so that the two of them would not come to Chongzhou to relax, and such a thing would not happen.

That’s survivor guilt. Tell Shi Yun that she has to wait a little longer and take Kang Ziqian back with her no matter what.