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Song Xinci hung on Xia Yao's body all the way, the two talked and laughed and came to the front of the room, swiped open the door, inserted the card, and the pink light turned on.

The two stood by the door, dumbfounded.

Facing a double bed, the white quilt is sprinkled with rose petals. Above the big bed is a suspended ceiling crystal lamp, which is full of heart-shaped glass. The light is a little darker than the surrounding pink. , the retro gramophone next to the floor-to-ceiling windows slowly streamed music, the vinyl records rotated gently, and the sound quality hit people's hearts directly. Jiang Nian.

Next to the phonograph is a crescent-shaped table with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses on it.On the wall at the head of the bed is a protruding large sculpture of an arrow piercing the heart, with a pair of handcuffs hanging on the arrow.

The transparent glass bathroom can see the interior decoration at a glance. There is no shower, only a constant temperature bathtub big enough to accommodate two or three people, filled with water, the water is light blue, and there are not many roses floating on it. The petals, lying down alone, are guaranteed to still hold the pipa half-hidden, just right to say something.Even the bath towels and bathrobes on the grid next to it are pink.

Several balloons of different colors were sparsely stuck to the ceiling and the walls.

The air is filled with the sensual fragrance of light perfume.

Standing by the door, Xia Yao felt for a moment that she was like a person cultivating immortals in the book, her five senses were more transparent than before, her cheeks were hot, as if she had a fever, and her heartbeat sounded in her ears, similar to Wang Ruolin's "Let's Start From Here" 》, Xia Yao, like a puppet, walked to the chair in front of the crescent-shaped long table and sat down, her posture should be more reserved, with her back to Song Xinci, looking at the river under the moonlight outside the window, Mind wandering...

Song Xinci blushed, looked at Xia Yao's back, and really wanted to say: Sister Yao, listen to my explanation.When she called to reserve a room, the manager said that there was only one room left, and was about to explain, but Song Xinci didn't hear her, so she said hello, and hung up the phone.She never expected that this kind of business-style hotel would also be fun...

Song Xinci closed the door and pushed open the bathroom beside him. It was quite big, only the toilet, the sink, and the disposable items on the sink.

There was no light near the window, and the moonlight shone in through the glass window. Xia Yao was sitting in that quiet place, with a faint silver light sprinkled on her body, her thin back was lonely and pitiful.

Song Xinci was in a trance, not knowing what he was going to do for a moment, as if a feather was scratching gently in his heart, the world in his eyes was full of flowers, the faint fragrance of flowers lingered around his fingertips, around his atrium, It turned into a butterfly and flew to Xia Yao's shoulder.

Song Xinci bent down to put on pink disposable slippers, then picked up another pair of slippers, walked behind Xia Yao, and softly called out: "Sister Yao."

Xia Yao was already feeling a bit guilty, but when she heard Song Xinci's voice suddenly, she almost fell off the chair, kept a stiff posture, and said without turning her head: "Well, what's the matter?" After finishing speaking, there was no Thinking about how Song Xinci would answer, he was thinking about whether his voice sounded good or not in his sentence just now.

Although Song Xinci is quite capable of playing hooligans, there is only one word at the critical moment: Counseling.Song Xinci stretched out his hand and retracted it, stretched out his hand and retracted it, licked his lips, and looked like he was about to cry, why did he have the urge to hug Sister Yao when he looked at Sister Yao's back.Song Xinci felt parched, squatted down, moved in front of Xia Yao, and said, "Sister Yao, you forgot to change your slippers. It's inconvenient for you. I'll change them for you." He lifted one of Xia Yao's slippers. foot.

The high-heeled shoes Xia Yao was wearing fell off when she stepped on her feet, so she didn't need someone to change them, but she still looked ahead, looked out the window, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

One did not dare to bow his head, and the other did not dare to raise his head.

Song Xinci was anemic. When he stood up, his eyes darkened and his footsteps flickered. Xia Yao stood up subconsciously, dragging Song Xinci's ribs with one hand, and wrapping his arms around Song Xinci's waist with the other: "Xinci, are you okay?"

Song Xinci pressed his head with one hand, leaned against Xia Yao's shoulder, and shook his head: "It's okay, it will be fine after a while." When shaking his head, his nose rubbed Xia Yao's collarbone, even through a white shirt, it was enough It made Xia Yao's heart beat faster and her breathing flustered.

Song Xinci leaned on Xia Yao, remembering that when she was in junior high school, one year during the Spring Festival, her father was going on a business trip, and Aunt Chen and Uncle Li had returned to their hometown. On New Year's Eve, there were no takeaways and no shops open. She didn't eat during the day, and at night I was really hungry, so I made a bucket of instant noodles, turned off the lights, and watched the Spring Festival Gala alone, crying and laughing.Song Xinci had a sore nose and tears in her eyes. In fact, she would not shed tears because of those loneliness and so-called sorrows. She wanted to cry because this embrace was so warm and nostalgic, like The quilt in winter, the watermelon in summer... In short, she has no resistance in front of this embrace. She is willing to let go of the life buoy mixed with self-esteem, resistance, and posturing, and just drown in this ocean. Song Xinci Raising her hand, she climbed onto Xia Yao's back, her voice was small, as if she was asking for help: "Sister Yao, can you give me a hug?"

Xia Yao was a little worried about Song Xinci, she rubbed Song Xinci's hair with her little finger on her left hand, and patted Song Xinci's back with her right hand: "Is there any discomfort?"

Song Xinci rested his chin on Xia Yao's shoulder, and laughed to himself.

At this time, Lexy Panterra's "Bloodshot" was playing on the gramophone. With the enchanting and seductive tone, Xia Yao forced herself to flash three words in her mind: Liu Xiahui

After all, the power of role models is infinite.

Song Xinci let go of Xia Yao, which was also a little unnatural, the distance between the two was half a meter, and the atmosphere was very unclear...

Everyone is not a child who is ignorant and ignorant of the world, and his mind is uncontrollably drifting to a certain restricted area that is not easy to mention. Due to the affection, he maintains a tacit understanding between adults who keep window paper.

It's already May, and it's still a little bit hot. Xia Yao's forehead is a little sweaty because of the video recording, the professional suit she's wearing, and her agitated mood.

Song Xinci saw it, picked up the remote control on the table, and broke the silence: "I'm going to turn on the air conditioner." After speaking, he walked to the end of the bed, looked at the air conditioner hanging on the LCD TV, and began to adjust the temperature.

Xia Yao wanted to take off her coat, but she was embarrassed. She knew that it was okay to take off her coat, but she couldn't do it.

Song Xinci took a deep breath, picked up the remote control on the bed, wanted to adjust the atmosphere, and said to Xia Yao: "Sister Yao, don't you like watching the news?"

It was still the kind of tacit understanding between adults, Xia Yao followed the words: "Yeah, I haven't watched it for a few days." Xia Yao turned and walked to the left side of the double bed.

Song Xinci stood on the right side of the double bed and pressed the switch.

As soon as the TV was turned on, a shameful cry came from the TV. Even though Song Xinci immediately pressed the switch button to turn off the TV, the two figures who were honest with each other crossed the eyes, bringing a long-lasting unrest. shocked...

Song Xinci was holding the remote control, her heartbeat was amplifying in her ears, her mind was in such a mess as if a pen was drawing random lines, she thought it was a channel, but it turned out to be a disc, Song Xinci gritted her teeth: It's really embarrassing for the hotel All aspects are considered so 'thoughtful'

The atmosphere has successfully changed from unnatural to subtle...

Is this the God's will in the legend? Song Xinci plucked up his courage and turned to look at Xia Yao, his eyes gliding past Xia Yao's red face, dodging eyes, crystal clear lips, beautiful neck, a button unbuttoned at the neckline, looming The collarbone is exquisite, the flat belly is flat, the waist is full, and the legs are slender...

Song Xinci blushed and shouted: "Sister Yao, you..."

Xia Yao didn't wait for Song Xinci to finish, and interjected: "Xinci, you go take a shower first, I... I'm watching the news in the bathroom."

Song Xinci took two steps forward and pulled Xia Yao's wrist. She actually wanted to ask Xia Yao if she liked someone, but courage was like a balloon. After a pause, a needle pierced it. She changed her words: "It's such a big bathtub. After I finish washing, put the water in. It's late at night. If you don't change the water, you can't wash what I've washed."

Xia Yao lowered her head, her voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan: "I don't mind."

"I can't bear it." Song Xinci pulled Xia Yao to the bathtub, pressed Xia Yao's shoulder, looked into Xia Yao's eyes, and smiled like the sunshine in April, bright and charming: "Sister Yao used it. It must be the best, I know you have a quiet personality, feel embarrassed, you take off your clothes, go in, and say, I have my back to you." After a pause, he continued: "Sister Yao, we are together, don't How about being so restrained?" After speaking, she let go of her hand and turned her back to Xia Yao.

Song Xinci is also a shy person at heart, but since junior high school, he has put on that foolish and posing mask. After wearing it for a long time, he thinks that he is also a person with that personality. Song Xinci touches his hot face Her face brought back a bit of the feeling she had when she was a child, when she was also a shy and quiet girl, she admitted that she dared not look at it.

She thought that maybe one day, she would play a piano piece for Xia Yao.

Even if the piano has not been played since my mother went to the United States, the cloth covering the piano may be covered with thick layers of dust.

However, she wanted to play it for Xia Yao.

The author has something to say:

It took about four hours to write this chapter, which literally exhausted my brain cells. . .

Haha, both of them are pretty people, and they can't drive so easily. Don't you think it's more attractive to slowly heat up, and the dark tide is surging?

Don't panic, I've already thought about how they will express their love, I'm not sure if I can write that feeling, before they get together, I want to make them feel itchy, □□. . .

I don't know what's going on, I still can't reply to the comments, it's the website's problem, or my problem. . .

Finally, thank you little angels for your support