Death Spell

Chapter 92

Tang Song took a comfortable bath, and when he came out, he could see a bowl of plain noodles and a dish of side dishes on the table.

Anya led Tang Song to the table, poured another cup of hot milk, and put it on Tang Song's hand: "Dinner should be lighter, you eat first, and I'll take a bath."

Tang Song stared at the bowl of plain noodles for a long time, then looked up at Anya: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Anya shook her head and smiled lightly: "I just ate in the kitchen. After a busy day, go take a shower first, and eat while it's hot."

Tang Song nodded in understanding.

Anya turned around and went to take a bath with her clothes, until the bathroom door was closed, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

She hasn't come out of Sang Xie's conversation yet.

While Anya was taking a bath, Tang Song savored the plain noodles and side dishes prepared by Anya carefully. After eating, he felt that the room was a bit stuffy, so he opened the window on the second floor, holding the glass of milk in his hand, and blowing the cool evening breeze. Cozy.

Only then did he realize that he could see the whole picture of Yayuan here. Tang Song took a sip of the milk and saw that Sang Xie was still on the recliner.

It's just that the more Tang Song looked at it, the more wrong it became. Three minutes had passed, and she hadn't seen Sang Xie's abdomen rise and fall.

Could it be that he was out of breath?

But Sang Xie is not human, Tang Song worriedly put down the milk, walked to the bathroom door, opened the door without thinking.

Tang Song was stunned immediately, and saw a slender woman standing silently under the shower to take a shower, and there was no heat rising around, Tang Song suddenly realized that it turned out that Anya always bathed in cold water.

Surrounded by the sound of rushing water, Tang Song unconsciously pursed his lower lip as he watched straight.

Under the shower, the long black hair was drenched by the water, lazily docile on the body, outlining Anya's exquisite curves.Her delicate and three-dimensional side profile, her slender waist, a pair of long white legs, and the running water on her creamy skin interpret her well-proportioned and beautiful figure to the extreme, revealing a faint classical charm .

With just one glance, Tang Song was completely lost.

Because she was thinking about Sang Xie's words, Anya felt Tang Song come in two seconds late.He raised his hand to turn off the water, turned his head to look at Tang Song, and said lightly, "What's wrong?"

Water droplets slid across Anya's delicate face, and her hair stuck to her cheeks in a mess.

The light in the bathroom was so bright that Tang and Song could clearly see the water stains on Anya's long eyelashes, reflecting the light as if they were decorated with pearls.

Tang Song began to get nervous for no reason, with a faint blush on his face, he hurriedly pulled back his thoughts, and said anxiously: "I just saw Sang Xie, she...she seems to be out of breath!"

Hearing this, Anya didn't respond, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, she's just holding her breath to rest."

Sensing An Ya's attitude and tone, Tang Song knew that he and the other party were both women, and that the other party had women as well, but he didn't understand why An Ya was so calm with her, but the expression on his face was so natural, and there was no special change.

Instead, she got cheap, her heartbeat was not right.

After a long pause, Tang Song nodded and said, "That's good..."

Anya's eyes reflected the white light, which was too dazzling, like a guiding light in the deep and intoxicating night.Water droplets dripped from her hair, she turned slightly sideways, raised her hand to brush her long hair, her movements were very soft, and her body was perfectly displayed in front of Tang Song without warning.

Anya's voice did not fluctuate: "Have you eaten the plain noodles?"

Tang Song was startled, quickly shifted his gaze, and nodded his head in embarrassment.

She wanted to adjust her breathing, but the bathroom was filled with faint water vapor, and she took a casual breath, as if inhaling mist, which made her feel a little drunk.

Anya's eyes seemed to be filled with water mist, she looked straight at her, and after a while said: "Is there anything else?"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows and looked at Anya, only to find that her black hair was covering her chest, and shook her head: "It's okay, then you can continue to wash... wash..."

Then Tang Song ran out of the bathroom as if fleeing, and closed the door behind him.

Anya looked at the door, the corners of her mouth slightly pursed.

Tang Song, who walked out of the bathroom, took a long time to calm down his chaotic thoughts and restless heartbeat.In my mind is... the appearance of Anya when she just took a bath.

She wanted to close her eyes and not think about it, but the exquisite curves, the long black hair, the snow-white skin, and the slender thighs appeared...

Tang Song opened his eyes suddenly, his delicate face was rosy, and his lips were dry.She has grown up so much, she has never had such strange thoughts about anyone, just watching Anya's... She will blush and heartbeat, Tang Song even feels sick.

A gust of wind blew into the room, Tang Song stood up straight, and wanted to close the window, but found that Sang Xie had already sat up, shaking his head from side to side, very comfortable.

Tang Song pursed his lips and looked at her with some resentment.

Sang Xie seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at Tang Song, and said calmly: "The weather is not so hot today, why is Miss Tang blushing?"

Tang Song: "..."

The corners of Sang Xie's mouth were expressionless: "I'm really like Ya said, I'm holding my breath and resting my mind. I'm as worried as Miss Lao Tang."

Tang Song: "..."

Sang Xie just smiled and got up to leave.

Tang Song pursed her lips and closed the window. She felt that Sang Xie was terrible, so she raised her eyebrows and looked at the closed bathroom door, and snorted, the one inside was not much better.

Sure enough, people have lived for a long time, and every one of them is an old man!

However, with Tang Song's character, she would never be so disturbed when she saw someone taking a bath.Could it be that like Tang Qing, she also likes girls in her bones?

Otherwise, how could it have been so many years, although I like the boys around me, but it's not like this...

As for the impression and feeling of Anya, Tang Song thought that when he met Anya for the first time in the bar, he liked her temperament very much, otherwise he would not have promised her to help find Zhang Ning.

After that, whenever I saw Anya, I always felt a little weird in my heart, and I couldn't tell what it was like.Especially after knowing about An Ya's experience, she felt sorry for Anya. Just thinking about how many years she had lived alone in this world made her feel uncomfortable.

Coupled with so many things that happened, the sense of dependence, and every intimacy, Tang and Song never thought about anything else...

other?

——Do you know... Every time I get close to you, it is a kind of torture for me...

This is what Anya said to her today, as if a switch was turned on by Anya, and a light turned on in Tang Song's mind.

Tang Song suddenly braked in her mind, and she didn't dare to think any further.

She is a doctor, she has never learned anything, so she naturally knows those things.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song's eyes fell on the leftover milk glass on the table.I picked it up and drank it all down...

When she heard the sound of the door opening, her eyes turned to follow the sound, and she happened to meet Anya who came out of the bathroom.

The two of them stood in place tacitly for a second, then moved away.

Anya looked at Tang Song who was holding the cup, and said with a smile, "So thirsty? Shall I get you a glass of water?"

Tang Song put the cup on the table and shook his head: "No, I'm going to brush my teeth, let's get down to business."

If you don't talk about something serious in the current state, it will be difficult for Tang and Song to calm down.

Anya nodded, and went to the table to clear away the bowls and chopsticks. Tang Song stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, picked up the toothbrush prepared by Anya and began to wash.

The two of them tidied up tacitly, and lay on both sides of the bed. The lights in the room were turned off by Anya, and it was pitch black with moonlight shining through.

Tang Song asked softly: "Did you go to the judicial building today to find the murderer?"

Anya supported her head with one hand, flicked her long hair casually, took Tang Song's hand, held it in her hand, and then said lightly, "No, I'm going to capture Wang Li's soul."

Tang Song was attracted by Anya's casual movements, let Anya hold his hand, lowered his eyebrows and looked at her incomprehensibly.

"Wang Li was killed by a zombie, her soul is very weak, and this girl is very cautious and cautious. I tried to call her back, but I couldn't call her back. So I can only wait for her to go back to the door for seven nights to find her in front of her body. But she was just outside the door and didn't come in, because I saw you and forgot her own soul body in a moment of excitement, so I caught it." Anya explained, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked: "Did you feel your ears get cold at that time? "

Tang Song paused first, then glared at this unscrupulous woman, and asked, "Then why did you arrest Wang Li?"

Anya recovered her expression: "It's for Tang Qing."

Tang Song: "..."

"Although I have lived for a long time, there are very few things I can do, because I can calculate reincarnation and know that everything is caused by cause and effect..." Anya said to herself, her tone was very light, with With a hint of helplessness, "I have calculated the marriage between Tang Qing and Wang Li. In this life, they did not miss it, but planted a seed of marriage. It's just that the marriage is tied by a red thread. If it is not handled properly, it will really be broken." This is a good marriage. Do you understand this?"

Tang Song listened with half understanding, but a doubt appeared in his heart.

When did the relationship between her and Anya start?

"Tang Song?" Anya called softly, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the fate you mentioned. You also said before that you doubt that my acquaintance with you may be arranged by others... Can't you count these things?" Tang Song asked seriously.

Anya looked at Tang and Song, and shook her head helplessly: "Since ancient times, doctors can't heal themselves, and I can't calculate your and my fate. I can only be at the mercy of fate, and it's really a trick of creation."

"Then... since when did you and I know each other?" Tang Song asked cautiously and a little scared, so he asked after thinking about it.

"It's okay to tell you, but you are not allowed to be jealous of yourself." Anya smiled slightly.

Tang Song had a tense expression: "I'm not jealous!" He wanted to pull his hand out, but found that An Ya not only did not let go, but also moved a little closer.

"Actually, I quite like to see you jealous. You don't know, your face is indifferent in every life, but your heart is warm. It's just that you are not good at expressing your emotions. You like to take care of yourself, even if you are sick. They won't tell me either. Do you know how precious it is to me to get along with each other in just a few decades?" Anya's tone was a little helpless, but very gentle. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead together, "In this life, I I will guard you to the end, and nothing will be lost."

"Anya?"

"Then... I will dissolve this fateful relationship with you, so as not to let you suffer from fate. If this is really possible, I will be enough."

"An Ya!" Tang Song seemed to understand what An Ya meant, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, but accidentally touched the coolness.

"..."

Tang Song was stunned for a second and then quickly leaned back, but Anya took a quick step to fix him.

Looking at each other, Anya reminded softly: "You were the one who kissed me first and then rejected me thousands of miles away, are you willing?"

"Where...kiss...you?" Tang Song was so nervous that he could not speak clearly, and frowned again: "You like this, but I always don't like to answer the questions I ask you, and you take advantage of me! "

"Where can you take more advantage?" Anya raised her eyebrows and hinted.

Tang Song blushed immediately, she thought of the scene in the bathroom just now.

"And the story is too long, so I need time to sort it out, right? It's not because I don't want to answer." Anya said with an aggrieved face.

"How long will it take to sort it out?" After asking this sentence, Tang Song suddenly felt that he had fallen into Anya's trap again.

There was a smile in Anya's eyes: "It's time for a kiss." While saying that, she pressed her face down, and the kiss fell on her lips like this.

Tang Song raised his head slightly, and held Anya's arm tightly with both hands. Anya's lips were cold and soft, which made her mind in chaos. become ambiguous.

Tang Song really lost to her...

Anya's kiss approached gently and shallowly, Tang Song was so breathless by her kiss, he wanted to raise his hand to push her away, but stopped.

When did this woman lay on top of her?

But before she could figure it out, Anya's kiss had already flowed down Tang Song's lips, and she grabbed her chin with her lips and lifted it up. Tang Song was forced to raise her head, and her snow-white and slender neck was exposed to the air. Anya buried herself between Tang Song's necks, and every breath hit her sensitive neck, causing Tang Song to shrug her shoulders and tremble all over.Cold and delicate palms rested on the waist, slowly rubbing through the thin pajamas.

Tang Song opened her eyes abruptly, her waist was her fatal spot, and she was not mentally prepared to bear such a stimulus, so she bit her lip and raised her hand to hold Anya's hand.

"do not……"

After hearing the sound, Anya raised her eyebrows and stopped moving her hands.

Tang Song pursed his lips tightly and used his breath to adjust his restless mood.

Anya stared at Tang Song intently, just watching, she was almost driven crazy by Tang Song's forbearance and reserved expression.

The woman's face was so ruddy that Anya couldn't move her eyes.

She likes to kiss Tang Song, and she likes her current appearance. At this moment, she can't wait to cling to her tightly and never let go.

This is the result of knowing the taste of the marrow.

Anya got acquiescence and sweetness in the lingering, and she couldn't control herself.

But when she thought of Ban Nuo's results back then, Anya swallowed the ** in exchange for her rationality.

Now... is not the time.