When the heroine becomes paranoid

Sometimes Song Ci will feel that he is unscrupulous, that he is shameless and vulgar, and has no shame.

But she was able to convince herself very well that as long as she got everything she wanted, the rest would be insignificant.

Wen Nuan saw the scar on her chest, which made her react so strongly, which meant that this scar was very important to her, and it was also the only capital she could use to keep Wen Nuan.

And all the changes that Nuannuan had done to her today fully proved the importance of this scar to her, so she must make good use of this capital.

She said that no matter what her status is by Nuan Nuan's side, as long as she can be with her for a long time, she doesn't care about anything.

Song Ci put Nuan Nuan's hands on the scar accurately, put his hands on Nuan Nuan's shoulders, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed against her lips, coaxing softly: "Wu Nuan, don't leave, okay?"

She licked her lower lip lightly, panting, "I want you to stay with me, okay?"

The door was violently pushed open, the impact bounced off the wall, and it was fastened tightly.

Song Ci was pressed against the wall by the warmth, she bent her waist, and pressed herself against the warmth.

All the emotions are too deep and urgent, like mobilizing all the senses, powerless and brave, feeling the warm and hot kiss.

Explosively, irritatingly, everything flooded into her brain, making her confused and unbearable...

Song Ci felt that it was difficult to breathe, the world was spinning, the cold wall, the soft sofa, the most common items, but they seemed very strange.

They seem to be sinking...

Indulging...

In the unscrupulous attempt to chase and retain...

Song Ci called softly, "Warm, do you like me?"

She spoke too softly, Wen Nuan couldn't hear her, so she could only ask vaguely, "What?"

Song Ci lowered his eyes and did not continue to ask.

It doesn't matter, everything doesn't matter.

Those promises don’t matter as long as we can be together with warmth

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Looking at Song Ci's scar or You Jiayi's scar, her eyes would be sore, filled with pity and an indescribable bitterness.

Every time Wen Nuan saw this scar, she felt a pain in her heart that made her feel overwhelmed.

She didn't know where this emotion came from?

Song Ci's eyes flashed, and she obeyed the warm fingers.

"...Like it?"

Her tone was clear, but there was an emotional tremor and a hint of imperceptible begging.

Song Ci kissed a little impatiently, as if she was eager to confirm something, "Warm, do you like it? Do you like it? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you..."

Hearing Song Ci's words, Nuan's body paused, like the ebb of a heat wave.

Song Ci lay on the sofa, watching Nuannuan leave with misty eyes.

She regained her senses and hugged her warm waist, "Don't go, don't go, I was wrong, I won't say anything, okay? Don't go..."

"Song Ci, what do you think of yourself?" Wen Nuan said coldly.

Song Ci paused, with a difficult smile on the corner of his mouth, "I, I love you."

Yes, I love you, I am the one who loves you the most, Zhao Nuannuan? !

Wen Nuan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Then what is our relationship?"

Song Ci's lips twitched, and he hesitated: "We...we are together, so we...we..."

What is our relationship?

She suddenly became hoarse, unable to speak a word.

Song Ci's evasive words made Wen Nuan feel hopeless, her chest seemed to be strangled severely, and pain arose in the apex of her heart.

She grabbed Song Ci's clothes and roared angrily: "Song Ci, what the hell are you telling me, what is our relationship?!"

"Speak out? Tell me, in your heart, what is our relationship?!"

Song Ci lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Wen Nuan.

Nuannuan held back tears, looked at Song Ci, gritted his teeth, and said, "In your heart, you think our relationship is shady. You, Song Ci, are just my Zhao Wennuan's underground lover, a substitute for Bai Yueguang, right?"

Song Ci remained silent as his trembling fingertips clasped the sofa leather firmly.

Song Ci pressed her fist to her lips, she dared not speak.

Silence, silence is fine.

She was afraid that if she said one more sentence, Nuan Nuan would be even angrier. What if Nuan Nuan left?

"Why did I ask you to talk!?" Seeing Song Ci's silence, Nuan Nuan became furious and kicked over the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The huge friction sound shook Song Ci's body.

In the silent living room, there were warm panting voices and Song Ci's low sobs.

Seeing Song Ci startled by her, Nuan Nuan feels distressed in her heart, and she suppresses her desire to hug Song Ci.

"Why don't you talk?" Wen Nuan poked his neck, "Aren't you pretty good at talking before? In order to be with me, it doesn't matter if you're a substitute or a lover, you said that as long as you can be with me, you can accept any identity, Isn't it pretty good at talking? Did I tell you that our relationship is so difficult?"

"Still, in your heart, our relationship...is hard to talk about, right?" Wen Nuan said word by word with the corners of her eyes red.

"No," Song Ci said tremblingly, biting his lower lip, "It's not hard to say."

"Then tell me, what do you think of my relationship with you?"

Song Ci took a deep breath, raised his head, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and looked at Wen Nuan, "It doesn't matter."

Wen Nuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it: "What does it mean to be indifferent?"

Song Ci clenched his fists, looked at Wen Nuan with a painful expression, and then looked away.

"What does it mean to be indifferent?" Nuan Nuan shouted.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what my identity is, as long as I can be by your side and be with you all the time, even if it's a dog, I'm willing to be it." Song Ci shouted heartbreakingly, "So, I don't care what my identity is. , it doesn't matter what other people think of me, it doesn't matter..."

"Song Ci!" Wen Nuan interrupted her violently, her eyes were red from crying, and the tears seemed to flow down uncontrollably.

She felt that everything around her became blurred, and pleaded with a choked voice: "Song Ci, I beg you, don't do this..."

Song Ci froze in place, watching Nuannuan crying bitterly in front of her, as if someone had hit his chest hard.

Song Ci walked up to Nuan Nuan, raised her trembling hands and held her in his arms, "Nuan Nuan, don't cry, don't cry, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Nuan don't know what's wrong with me?

Tears couldn't stop falling down, and a burst of irresistible grief broke her heart, as if her heart was being pounded, smashed, twisted, and torn apart by something hard...

She couldn't bear that Song Ci was so humble and inferior in front of her.

The familiar burning sensation in his chest suddenly appeared, and hot tears rolled down.

The two hugged each other like this, neither of them dared to use force, for fear of crushing the fragile one, so they were careful.

"Song Ci, I have never regarded you as a lover, a substitute, you are my girlfriend, the person I like, my lover, this is your identity, you know?"

Song Ci's eyelids trembled, tears fell quietly, and he replied in a trembling voice: "...En."

"The scar on your chest is not a substitute, but a memory imprinted in my mind long ago." Wen Nuan didn't want this scar to become a permanent barrier between the two.

Song Ci's eyes were confused, and he choked up and said, "Remember?"

"You don't remember? You asked me to accompany you back to the classroom to change your clothes in the physical education class in the first year of high school. I accidentally saw this scar on your chest. I didn't pay attention to it at the time. After going abroad, I met a woman abroad. My child, we are classmates. When I was in swimming class, I saw a scar like yours on her chest. At that time, I felt a little familiar, but I forgot where I saw this scar. Later, when I returned to China, I saw it on you. Seeing the scars similar to that girl, I was a little surprised, wondering why your scars look so similar?"

It's hard for Wen Nuan to explain the origin of this scar, besides, she herself doesn't know where this sword-like scar on You Jiayi and Song Ci came from.

She could only make up things to eliminate the gap between the two.

It's ridiculous, obviously I hate others lying to me, but I am full of lies.

Is there retribution?

Count it!

The points are frozen, and she can't be with her lover for a long time. She has hurt her again and again, even if she comes back to make up for it, the hurt is still there.

It's obvious that the wound is on her body, but she is the one who hurts her heart every time. She made a mistake, and it should be so.

She can't cry out for pain, because she doesn't deserve it...

In the end, she completely buried herself and turned her girl into bones. This kind of atonement is her greatest honor.

Song Ci's pupils trembled, his brows frowned slightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Is that girl... the one you like?"

Wen Nuan rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, "A Ci, you didn't listen carefully? That girl is just my classmate. I accidentally saw a scar on her chest, and that scar is similar to yours. The girls are very similar, which makes me a little familiar, so, all along, the girl I really miss in my heart is actually..."

"It's me?!" Song Ci trembled slightly, his eyes brightened instantly.

"Well, it's you." A small smile appeared in Nuan Nuan's eyes, "Actually, I just discovered that it was always you."

You Jiayi is you, and Song Ci is also you.

It was she who discovered it too late and made her girl suffer too much.

Song Ci's heart was beating like thunder, and he said nervously: "Then...does that mean that you have always liked me?"

The corner of Wen Nuan's mouth rose, and he hugged Song Ci's waist tightly, "Yes, you are the one I have always liked."

You are the only girl who makes me fall in love like this.

Song Ci felt his heart beating so hard, as if it was about to explode.

She wept with joy, hugging warmth tightly, "I...I...I..."

"It's okay, I'm right here, speak slowly, I'm listening." Wen Nuan gently stroked her trembling back.

Song Ci grabbed her clothes and hurriedly asked, "Do you like me?"

"Well, I like you."

"You love me too?"

"Well, I love you."

"You, you want me, right?" Song Ci looked at her with tears in his eyes, his eyes full of timidity and anticipation.

Wen Nuan kissed her, and said loudly: "I want you."

Song Ci couldn't stop weeping, and choked up, "Warmth, thank you, thank you...you love me and want me, thank you..."

She seemed to be being abandoned all the time.

Her mother abandoned her for glory and wealth, and her father abandoned her for pleasure.

The lively and happy world abandoned the indifferent and lonely Song Ci.

fortunately.

Fortunately, she still has warmth, which is the light she begged from heaven.

No matter what the price is, she only needs an inch of light, and an inch of light is enough to warm her.

Obviously she was the one who cried the most fiercely, but Song Ci was exhausted.

Wen Nuan picked up Song Ci and put him on the bed in the bedroom, the little crying bag remained unchanged, his eyes became swollen after crying, just like two steamed buns.

The corners of the eyes were red, and the eyelashes were wet with tears.

Nuan Nuan sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her cheek, she leaned over, and kissed Song Ci's brow.

"Sweet dream, little crying bag," she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a warm voice, "Tomorrow will be a fine day, with morning sun, warm wind, and I will be here."

Song Ci's frowning brows were relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

She heard it.

It's great to see warmth when I open my eyes tomorrow.

The author has something to say: The heroine is wronged: I don't want to be so humble and inferior!

Warm and helpless: Be good, don't make trouble, counterattack is not acceptable.