rose with snow

In the early morning of July 7th, when the night was darkest, Song Yingshi returned to the Sitong mansion.

When getting off the bus, Huai Xu left first, and Song Yingshi told the driver:

"Thanks for your hard work. If my mother asks, you can just say that I seem to be in good spirits. On the best side, don't worry her. Be careful on the road."

Just now Song Yingshi had already sent Xu Conghan a vx in the car, saying that she would go home tomorrow afternoon or evening.

The driver smiled and said, "It's not hard work, miss. You are the one who has worked hard day and night... I'll bring you lunch tomorrow? Ma'am told Aunt Mei to prepare a lot of your favorite dishes."

Song Yingshi would not refuse Xu Conghan's hard work. She got out of the car and put on her bag, with one hand in the side pocket of her shirt dress, casually saying:

"Okay. Go back quickly and stay up with us all night."

As the car drove away, Song Yingshi turned and walked towards the elevator.

Huaixu waited for her in the elevator pressing the door open button.

The elevator with the door closed is like a box with light on all sides, dazzling the eyes, revealing their every detail, and there is no place to hide their thoughts.

Neither of them spoke.

The elevator stopped, the sound of the luggage rollers followed their footsteps, and the lights in the room were turned on by induction. At four o'clock in the morning, the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was splendid.

The elevator doors closed behind them, and in the house with no windows open, the slight airflow brought by the fresh air system bypassed the two of them.

Song Yingshi raised her hand and pressed the side of her neck, and heard Huai Xu ask behind her:

"Tired?"

Of course I was tired, the emotions accumulated throughout the day were exhausted on the stage, the extreme release brought exhaustion to the spirit, but at the same time made her fall into unspeakable excitement.

From walking with Huaixu to the elevator, her muscles began to tighten and feel hot. She fell into a pre-war state, and a little bit of fatigue was swept away.She doesn't want to sleep.

And she had hinted to Huai Xu when she came here, if Huai Xu didn't notice...

Ignoring Huai Xu who was on the side, Song Yingshi walked to the island and took out a light blue glass to drink water.

When the water was trickling down, Huaixu walked to the French window and looked out with folded arms, her figure thinned into a flower in the dark night.

Song Yingshi took another look, and when she lowered her head, she found that the water was accidentally filled too much, as if it was about to overflow.

She only took this cup, and walked back to Huaixu with the water.

Huai Xu raised her eyebrows lightly, and took it without asking why.

Song Ying was satisfied, she strode over to the control console as the breeze brushed past Huai Xu.

After a short hum, the lamps that were not needed by the owner went off work collectively, and the room suddenly went dark.

In silence, Huai Xu's wrist tightly held the glass, and the warm water that had just reached her lips suddenly boiled with bubbles, scalding the tip of her tongue.

The bright moon and neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated her eyes like black veils floating indistinctly, while someone behind tore off the black veil and walked towards her, approaching her lightly and nimbly.

Huaixu hung her thin neck slightly, and patiently waited for her to approach as if she was undefended. From before getting into the car, no, from the time when the kiss was branded on her ear, from the first time they met on the stage, and even earlier, even earlier. morning--

Before she knew it, she was already looking forward to this night.

The footsteps absorbed by the carpet were silent, but Huai Xu knew she was coming.

But even though she knew everything, the moment Song Yingshi's fingertips touched her back shoulder, her heart felt like it was electrified, and after throbbing, it was full of numbness.

Like a person hanging on a rope to cross a river, knowing that the turbulent water under his feet is rushing and dangerous, the moment he really stepped on the empty space, his heart skipped a beat along with the empty space.

The hand dropped from the shoulder controlled her to turn around, and then pressed her to the French window behind her.

Most of the water in Huai Xu's hand suddenly spilled, splashing on her hands, the ground and even the French windows, but no one cared.

Song Yingshi leaned over and lowered her head towards her.

Huai Xu was surprised that she could see Song Yingshi's lips clearly in such dim light.

When she felt the glamorous touch, those lips held hers like a gust of wind and rain.

Song Yingshi closed her eyes slightly, and sucked again and again, with a bit of force, but also with a sense of exploration, fast and slow, sticky and moist.

Huai Xu seems to be able to smell the fragrance of green grass from her movements, this childishness is combined with her serious movements, tearing out a bewildering sensuality.

Their eyelashes, nose bridges, and long hair are all joined together like lips, and there is me in you and you in me.

Huai Xu leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, behind her were the lights of thousands of families in the vast world, shining like clouds, and in front of her was like a dark seabed, devouring chaos.

And she was at the junction of light and darkness, kissing herself while watching Song Ying.

At this early morning, she felt as if she was facing an ambiguous dusk.

Song Yingshi paused, her voice smoky:

"Drink the water?"

Her breath scalded Huai Xu's chin, spreading a prairie fire.

Huai Xu hums lightly.

Song Yingshi smiled lightly, as if something had rolled out of her throat, her lips moved as if parting:

"Do you know why I poured water for you?"

Huai Xu's breath trembled with her:

"why?"

Song Yingshi lightly pecked at her:

"Let you drink some water first, it will feel more comfortable to kiss."

These words are charming and obscene, but Song Yingshi said them frankly, innocently and even complacently, making people confused and fascinated.

Huai Xu couldn't help pursing her lips, and her voice became hoarse:

"I only took a sip."

Song Yingshi seemed to be addicted to pecking, she tilted her head and closed her eyes again, rubbing the bridge of her nose lightly, and the words flowed out from the gap between her lips, becoming more and more ambiguous:

"But you're a good kisser."

Huai Xu gripped the wet glass tightly.

It was obvious that only her hands were wet by the water, but she was completely drenched when the gentle words hit her face.

As if wanting to rub each other into each other, Huaixu was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows by Song Yingshi, the feeling of being squeezed was like a tide, and refused to retreat, Huaixu raised his head impatiently, turned over and grabbed Song Yingshi's home field——

The positions are reversed.

Song Yingshi leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window indifferently, and stretched out her arms to block Huai Xu who was about to bend down:

"Wait."

Huai Xu tied her wrist with his back and pressed it on top of her head.

Song Yingshi opened her lips in surprise, and then smiled playfully.

This kind of Huai Xu is too rare, she is always cold, calm and calm, even if she is eager to get something, she can control her pace.

She is out of control.because of her.Because of them.

Song Yingshi became happy, bent her legs against her:

"You know what I'm thinking now?"

Huai Xu said coldly with a hoarse voice:

"I just know you talk a lot today."

Song Yingshi ignored her seemingly complaining coquettishness, tilted her head, and raised her chin as a signal.

"I was thinking... finally there is no glass stopping us."

Someone near the ear was breathing more thoroughly.

Everything is out of order, but it should be taken for granted.

The glass on the stage stares at their inseparable and undercurrents, while the glass below witnesses their fascination and inseparability.

Song Yingshi's silver hair was imprinted on the glass, like flattened and turbulent clouds.

As she raised her chin to meet her, the clouds were silky like mist, drooping like wisteria, and her hair was full of wet dreams, fawning over Song Ying's soft cheeks and neck and a snow-colored arm around her waist.

Huai Xu remembered what she said, one mouthful after another, and she also drank water when feeding Song Ying.

Both of them were embarrassed.

A lot of water ran down the corners of their lips, most of which were drunk by their collars.

There is light leaking from the sky, it will be five o'clock in the morning, and it will be dawn.

Huai Xu backed away a little, when she remembered that she had something more important to ask Song Ying.She whispered:

"Song Yingshi."

Song Yingshi was still out of breath, but the sharpness in her brows and eyes showed, and she said provocatively:

"Why, didn't you think I was talking too much just now?"

Huai Xu smiled: "How can such a soft mouth speak so well?"

Before Song Ying could reply, Huai Xu brushed her long hair up so that her eyebrows and eyes could be clearly and unobstructed.

In the hazy light, she looked directly at Song Yingshi's eyes and asked:

"Song Yingshi, why did you kiss me on stage?"

"There are so many reasons, just do what you want."

Song Yingshi said, standing up straight from the position of leaning against the glass:

"I've thought about doing this for a long time, and it feels good to actually do it."

Huai Xu's voice was softer, like a cold fog in the forest:

"Really?"

Song Yingshi rubbed the back of her head, but what she said was:

"No more kisses? Then I'll go to bed."

She licked her lips unsatisfactorily, and when she saw that Huai Xu's complexion was not good, she retracted her expression, and said with clear eyes still with lingering eyebrows:

"I just think I really like you."

When Song Ying was interviewed in the past, the reporter asked her what she would do if she wanted to confess her love in the future.She said without any ups and downs in her heart that she wanted a sense of ceremony, solemnity, and set up a tripod to take pictures as a souvenir.This is the general perception of romance left to her by film and television dramas and daily news.

Another reason is that Song Yingshi always feels that "I like you" or "I love you" are special and serious, and no scene with enough weight seems to be able to suppress them.

But in front of her, she and Huai Xu had nothing, but these words came out of her mouth very naturally.

Even at the moment when she really said it, Song Yingshi didn't realize that she said it herself.

Not bad.

The light of the sunrise was not so bright, and Song Yingshi couldn't see Huaixu's subtle expression clearly, as if separated from the deep sea, she could only glimpse her emotional ups and downs from Huaixu's tone.

"Is this a confession?"

Short and quick, as if afraid of revealing something.But it's already being exposed.

Song Yingshi once again realized that tonight, no, before sunrise, she was not the only one who lost her position.

Unable to explain why, she was in a better mood, and she let out little smiles:

"Huaixu, this is my truth."

Her tone is relaxed, but serious enough.

It was also difficult for Song Yingshi to tell exactly what drove her.

When Tao Qin told her, Huai Xu had already said that he liked him.Song Yingshi immediately realized that this meant that Huaixu had slowly confirmed her feelings over time before that.

Huai Xu has always been a cautious and rational person. Back then, they were still in a nurturing relationship, so she would never fall in love with her impulsively.

In a longer period of time than she thought, Song Yingshi didn't know how much she missed.

How many times have you missed Huai Xu's quiet gaze, how many times you have missed Huai Xu's throbbing heartbeat, how many times you have missed Huai Xu's secret torment.

Loving someone like this is hard work.It's like performing a one-man show without an audience, the climax and ending are only your own.

She is distressed.

The boiling emotions follow her on the stage, from obeying her will and changing her self-introduction, to the stage itself setting off the state and emotions of the two of them, they are burning more and more while echoing each other, and everything is hard to restrain.

However, Song Yingshi knew that Teacher Huai wanted to save face, so she kindly hid the less important parts. The important thing is...

Song Yingshi took a step closer, groped for Huaixu's hanging hand, and placed it on her heart:

"Some confessions are used to deceive people, I will not lie to you."

"Want to watch the sunrise?"

On July 7th, at 15:1 p.m., Song Yingshi woke up from hunger, and her head was still blank when she opened her eyes.

Staying up all night makes a fool.

After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, Song Yingshi finally figured out what year and day it is today, it is morning, noon and afternoon.

She didn't go to bed until five or six in the morning, and she experienced ups and downs in body and spirit throughout the day and night. Song Yingshi felt that she was still a little bit overwhelmed.

Forget it, be hungry, she will go back to sleep after wrapping up in the quilt.

Just as she closed her eyes, she was greeted with drowsiness overwhelmingly, when Song Yingshi suddenly opened her eyes.

Wait, is Huai Xu awake yet?

She struggled to get up and looked around, there was no movement downstairs, the door opposite was closed, Huai Xu should still be asleep.

It's best not to wake up.

Song Yingshi suddenly became energetic, and took out her mobile phone to order food from Supermarket while washing. She must get up earlier than Huaixu today, tidy up everything, and regain the dignity that was lost this morning... from last night.

This morning, when she invited Huai Xu to watch the sunrise, the two of them watched it seriously at first, but they got confused somehow.

If Song Yingshi hadn't removed Huai Xu's hand in time, she really didn't know where the two of them would go today.

After all, Teacher Huai was too Gu, with that pretty face with red eyes, but also aggressive, which was especially unbearable.

To avoid accidents again, Song Yingshi immediately suggested that the two of them go back to their respective rooms to sleep after watching the sunrise.

But Huaixu hooked Song Yingshi to her room, and for some reason, Song Yingshi passed by.

At that time Huai Xu also said: "Do you dare to stay?"

The sleepy Song Yingshi compared her heart to her heart, she didn't think anything else could happen tonight, Huai Xu had more food than her, she was almost useless, and Huai Xu couldn't dance for a few minutes.

She retorted: "My bed, what am I afraid of?"

She can sleep wherever she wants.

Huai Xu nodded in satisfaction: "Wait for me."

Song Yingshi:?

She's waiting for a bathroom, not a woman, thank you.

Huai Xu went to wash up first, and Song Yingshi fell asleep on the bed, feeling that she was already a walking corpse and was about to die in peace.

Listening to the sound of pattering water, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

After laying on the ground for 2 minutes, Song Yingshi felt that she would fall asleep in the next second, so she went to the opposite bedroom to take a quick shower, closed her eyes and brushed her teeth, and then went to Huaixu's room very forcefully.

Since Huai Xu wants to sleep in a bed, she can sleep in it. Anyway, what she wants to sleep in is a bed, so there must be someone next to her. She is so sleepy that she has lost all her libido.

But at the same time, Song Yingshi is also aware of Huaixu's hidden thoughts.

Either it's a bad taste to see her confess, or she gets what she wants, in short, she will not lose if Song Yingshi agrees to stay in her room, so thinking about it makes people uncomfortable.

She is going to make Huai Xu's two ideas come to naught today, she will definitely not do this, and at the same time she has reserved half of the bed.

Huai Xu's half-closed door was in front of her eyes, Song Yingshi pushed it open, and then closed it firmly.

Huai Xu had finished washing and was sitting on the bed.

Song Yingshi held her breath, yawned and said:

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she noticed something familiar on the quilt——

"what are these?!"

Huai Xu followed her, glanced down and smiled slightly:

"Don't you know? You gave me... your daily necessities."

As she spoke, she picked up one of them and kindly read it to Song Yingshi:

"This is a wireless remote app strong earthquake..."

Song Yingshi interrupted her sullenly:

"Okay, stop reading, I remembered."

Do your fans know that you pronounce the names of small props with the sound of nature in their mouths?

"I remember."

Huaixu's slender fingers unpacked the box deftly and thoughtfully:

"You don't need it in the White Tower, but you can use it when you get home. Shall I wash it for you?"

"..."

I think you can't wait to hold it for me!

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