rose with snow

A few simple words spit out from Huai Xu's mouth, hitting Song Yingshi's tympanic membrane, causing a burst of cold ripples.

She lost her mind for a moment, then met Shang Huaixu's eyes, and blurted out:

"You're angry?"

"No."

Song Yingshi nodded nana.

She also felt that Huai Xu had no reason to be angry.

But when she saw Huai Xu's eyes that made her half-understand, the words just broke out.

Song Yingshi didn't want to spy on Huai Xu's thoughts, she answered the previous question:

"As long as it makes you happy."

Huai Xu smiled at her, the smile was still cold.

She was originally sitting on the desk, but now she stood up straight and stretched her arms to open the wardrobe.

It was full of Huaixu's clothes, almost all of which were purchased by Song Yingshi back and forth, and more than half of the hang tags had not been taken off.

Huai Xu's fingertips slid across the clothes, and when he didn't look at Song Ying, his words were a little cold:

"Choose one and put it on."

Song Yingshi obediently stepped forward, Huai Xu asked her to choose, and she carefully chose the style she liked.

In the end, she chose a red velvet V-neck dress with a tag, which was just above the knee.

Song Yingshi took the skirt and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was very clean, Song Yingshi changed her skirt in a few moments and was about to go out.

When he opened the door, he saw Huai Xu standing in front of the door, blocking the way tightly.

Huai Xu's net height is only one or two centimeters taller than Song Yingshi's. I don't know if it is due to Song Yingshi's psychological effects, but Huai Xu in front of her at this time has caused her a strong sense of oppression.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, turned her gaze away, and landed on the mirror in front of the sink.

Seeing her own reflection in the mirror.

Huai Xu followed her to look over, and their eyes met in the mirror.

Huai Xu only stopped for a moment, her sight flowing like water on the mirror surface, and it also flowed over Song Ying's exquisite body that was outlined by her skirt.

When Song Yingshi felt oppressed in her chest, she realized that she didn't know when she subconsciously held her breath.

Huai Xu's eyes are quite intimidating.

But this kind of powerful aura aroused Song Yingshi's desire to "play against each other", and she didn't like to be defeated in this kind of confrontation.

Song Yingshi's tongue brushed the inside of her lower lip, and a bright smile bloomed as her lips squirmed, and she asked Huai Xu in the mirror:

"Do I look good in a red dress?"

Huai Xu didn't answer directly, but said, "What do you think?"

Song Yingshi tilted her head, her soft long hair slid down her shoulders, her tone seemed to be coquettish, and also seemed to be ordering:

"I want you to tell me."

Only then did Huai Xu look away, she retreated from the bright white mirror to the shadow of the door frame, her gaze swept Song Yingshi from beginning to end.

"Looking at the clothes from the perspective of the viewer, you can indeed see them more clearly."

Song Yingshi took a step forward, and even turned around in a circle to show herself, dissatisfied and said:

"Just look at the clothes?"

Huai Xu leaned against the door frame in a relaxed manner, with one hand in her pocket, and her posture had a unique sense of tranquility and arrogance.

She didn't answer the obvious question, and said politely:

"You are so smart, you should guess what I want you to do."

Song Ying paused.

Guess it.

Why can't I guess.

When Huai Xu asked her to put on the clothes she bought, Song Yingshi thought of that night in the hotel.

She did a task to buy clothes for Huai Xu, let Huai Xu try them on, and then let Huai Xu take them off in front of her.

Although she originally wanted Huaixu to show off her shoulders to deal with the system, but she was constrained by the system's performance at the time, which may have hurt Huaixu's self-esteem.

Now Huai Xu wants to take the opportunity to get her back.

The psychological pressure of this matter mainly lies in the unequal status, but Song Yingshi does not have this concern, nor does she care much about being exposed in front of the same sex.

Song Yingshi even thought it would be a good deal if Huaixu could heal her wounds and complete the task of mood value.

Song Yingshi asked Huaixu with a smile, her tone was relaxed: "You come, or should I come by myself?"

Huai Xu hummed lightly, but didn't answer for a moment.

She looked at Song Yingshi who was talking and laughing at Yanyan.

With frank eyes and brows, a confident and indifferent smile, she is the Song Yingshi she is familiar with, the dazzling Song Yingshi.

Until Huai Xu saw the collarbone chain around Song Yingshi's neck, she thought that Song Yingshi stuffed a lot of accessories in her suitcase.

Huai Xu nodded and said, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, turn around and go out.

Song Yingshi was startled.

After waiting for a minute or two, Huai Xu still hadn't come back, Song Yingshi rubbed the tip of her nose, and took a tentative step outside:

"Huaixu?"

The bathroom created an ethereal echo of her voice, and before the voice disappeared completely, Huai Xu returned.

A luxury headband with white embellished patterns is wrapped around her fingertips.

Under Song Yingshi's gaze, she raised the hair tie to Song Yingshi's eyes.

The two ends of the hair band were wrapped around her cold white fingers, and drooped down along the fingers.

Through the hairband, Huai Xu looked directly at those invisible eyes:

"OK?"

Before Song Ying could reply, she pressed her hands to both ends.

The hair band slowly covered Song Yingshi's long eyelashes, then the eyelids, and then went around the temples until it was tied in a knot at the back of her head.

Song Yingshi's lips parted slightly, panting.

When a person loses vision, other senses are suddenly enlarged and extended.

The faint smell of disinfectant water wafting in the air was suddenly very pungent, and the sound of Huai Xu's fingertips clasping the washstand was short and blunt.

It's like stepping on the air and falling into a deep pool, surrounded by suffocating water vapor and panic caused by the unknown.

Song Yingshi was no longer as calm as before, she bit her lips:

"why?"

Why cover her eyes?

"You don't explain why you do anything, why ask me now."

Huai Xu's tone was neither fast nor slow, and finally he paused, calling lightly:

"Miss Song."

The address sounded like irony rather than respect, and at the same time, something caressed the tip of her chin.

The temperature between warm and cool is the body temperature of Huai Xu.

Her stroking movements were as light as a feather sweeping, and with a push of her knuckles, Song Yingshi's jaw was slightly arched.

It seems to be putting the toy in the favorite position, but also reveals the intimacy of teasing cats and dogs, cold and teasing.

Then, the sound of dripping water came from Song Yingshi's side.

When she couldn't see anything, she heard the sound of water suddenly, and Song Yingshi subconsciously tensed up.

It's okay, it's just the sound of water, Huai Xu may be washing his hands, it's nothing.

Song Yingshi comforted herself, her muscles gradually relaxed.

The splash of water seemed to be splashing in her ears, Song Yingshi listened carefully, but didn't dare to be too careful, she hooked her fingertips firmly.

Knowing that there were two people in the room, Huai Xu didn't speak, as if standing in the shadow of silence, leaving her alone under the bright incandescent lamp, everything was exposed.

No sound, no solution, nowhere to hide.

Song Yingshi felt that every piece of exposed skin was burning hot. She had to say something to divert her attention and ease the discomfort.

"Are you washing your hands?"

Huai Xu watched Song Ying's lips open and close quietly, trembling slightly, and her nose opened and closed slightly.

Beside him, water from the faucet kept flowing out, filling up a small half pool.

She stood in front of Song Yingshi without moving, she just turned on the faucet.

Huai Xu turned off the tap and smiled happily.

"Now, you can begin."

"..."

Song Yingshi wanted to step back, hide, lean her back against the wall for a sense of security, but stopped her movements abruptly.

It's just a hair tie.

Song Yingshi comforted herself that this had no effect on what she was going to do.With or without a headband, she was ready to do that.

Song Yingshi licked her dry lips.

The passage of time seemed to pass her by, and after an unknown amount of time, she finally agreed to raise her arms, put her hands behind her back, wrap them around her neck, and gather her long hair to her chest.

She fumbled for the hidden zipper of her dress and pulled it down.

Just as the zipper passed a finger length, Huai Xu's voice sounded again:

"Turn around."

"..."

Song Yingshi couldn't describe this feeling.

She didn't want to be obedient, but Huai Xuxiang had the supreme right at this time, and she had to listen.

She obviously hasn't taken off anything yet, but she stands in front of Huai Xu as if she is only wearing a layer of skin, with the coolness of being seen through all over her body.

Song Yingshi turned around silently.

Huai Xu: "Not enough."

After three or four seconds, Song Yingshi turned her feet again.

This time, turn your back to Huai Xu.

The posture with her back turned made Song Yingshi even more tense, and her back muscles stiffened uncontrollably, like a thin veil, all vulnerable weaknesses were laid out in front of Huai Xu's eyes, and she accepted her choice .

Huai Xu didn't speak, and Song Yingshi had had enough of this invisible mental torture.

She quickly pulled the zipper with her fingertips, and her back suddenly felt cold.

A movement that she didn't care about at first made her calf cramp in the dark, and she lost the courage to continue.

Song Yingshi's hands froze at her waist, her fingertips trembled violently, and she couldn't continue.

Huai Xu seemed to laugh lightly, maybe it was just a breath, Song Yingshi couldn't hear it clearly.

I only heard Huai Xu say:

"There's no need to continue, Miss Song."

Song Yingshi's voice trembled slightly: "Are you satisfied?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

... Huai Xu's voice was so indistinct, as if it came from through a door.

Song Yingshi was stunned.

She pulled off her hair tie and turned to look.

Huai Xu had already left at some point, and an opaque door separated the two of them.

She is alone here.