Feng Chengyu didn't deny it, and kissed for a moment before he let out a sullen "um".

Seeing him admit it, Ding Dong was indescribably happy in his heart, as if he had fallen into a honey pot.

With Feng Chengyu, what she enjoys most is the feeling of being noticed and cared about all the time.

He has always been cautious, and he can't see that people who belong to him are entangled even half a bit, this kind of strong possessiveness may not be able to stand it on ordinary people, but Ding Dong enjoys it extraordinarily.

Sometimes she feels sick too, but maybe she likes him too much, but she thinks it's good.

Only then will she feel safe.

After blowing his hair, Ding Dong climbed into bed and lost consciousness as soon as he hit the pillow, Feng Chengyu went to take a bath, the sound of the water was not loud or small, and it sounded more like a lullaby.

Without waiting for him to finish washing and come out, Ding Dong fell asleep directly.

It's just that I don't know how long I slept, and I was woken up by his movements in a daze, Ding Dong opened his eyes, and it was dim as far as he could see, and his smell was between his breath and breath.

His face was close to her, kissing her cheek.

In the darkness, his eyes were bright and mysterious.

When he saw that she was awake, he turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.

Ding Dong's consciousness was not fully awake, and because of him, the two of them grinded their ears and temples, and she felt it after a while.

So she tilted her head, and pushed him on her body with some annoyance, and her voice was thin and soft: "Don't get it." ”

They are all adults, and no one said that they should deliberately hold back that aspect of things, but it will be really inconvenient, and Ding Dong also feels uncomfortable, afraid that if it continues, the situation will get out of control.

Feng Chengyu lowered his head, touched her forehead, and finally pecked her lip flap, and paused heavily for a while before leaving her.

Ding Dong thought that this was the end of the matter, but in a daze, he took his hand again, and whispered in her ear in a low voice: "Help me." ”

Almost instantly, he understood what he was going to do, and in the darkness, Ding Dong did not respond, nor did he withdraw his hand, but his face burned panicked, and it was hot.

She let him pull her hand and play with it in every possible way, her heart beating as fierce and furious as a drum.

I don't know how long it took, but Ding Dong was drowsy again, and he could still feel him wiping his hands with a tissue.

She was so sleepy that she eventually lost consciousness in a state of confusion, and when she was half-asleep and half-awake, she vaguely felt like she was being taken into a solid and powerful embrace.

She fell asleep with his heartbeat on his heart, and had no dreams all night.

When he woke up the next day and saw his face close at hand, Ding Dong thought of last night's incident for a moment, and was suddenly so ashamed that he couldn't dig a hole in the ground.

He woke up after the slightest movement, looking at her with a pair of clear black eyes, and his tone was low, with a bit of hoarseness from the morning: "It's still early, go to bed again." ”

He slept lightly, rarely slept well, but whenever he was with her, he always slept until dawn.

Ding Dong let out an "um" and closed his eyes in his arms, but he couldn't sleep.

She lay quietly in his arms for a long time, and finally did not feel sleepy, so she raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't sleep, you can tell me a story." ”

Feng Chengyu was taking a nap with his eyes closed, but when he heard her say this, his thick and slender eyelashes trembled. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her, and his dark eyes were filled with emotion.

"No, it won't. He replied briefly.

He has always talked little, and it is too cumbersome to say more than one word, and it is better to listen to him read poetry than to tell him stories.

Obviously Ding Dong thought the same way, she blinked, stared at him and said, "Then you read me a poem, you have a good voice." ”

Feng Chengyu pursed his lips and looked at her with a somewhat helpless expression. After a while, he asked, "What do you want to hear?"

"Farewell to Kangqiao?" she blurted out, and after a little thought, she hurriedly said, "Do you know Cangyang Gyatso's poems?"

Feng Chengyu stared at her, smiling calmly, but his voice was full of urgency: "Want to listen to love poems?"

Ding Dong did not hide it and nodded obediently.

He has always been introverted, but he never hides his feelings in front of her, so he doesn't feel anything wrong with asking him to read love poems now.

He thought for a while, and read directly: "Tie the knot with one heart and make all the fate, although this life is short-lived, and Qing will meet in the next life, and Yushu is a young man in the wind." ”

His voice was already low, but at this moment it faded away from the hoarseness when he first woke up, and it only felt like a cello, which was as thick and steady as a cello, and it was very penetrating, which made people's heartstrings tremble.

Ding Dong wanted to use his mobile phone to search for some poems by Cangyang Gyatso and read them to him, but he didn't expect him to come as soon as he opened his mouth, and she was a little surprised for a while.

Just as he was about to say something, he went on to read another poem: "I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you, the mountains and rivers in my life, let you say goodbye one by one." In the world, apart from life and death, which is not idle. ”

Ding Dong was amazed when he heard this, and while he was surprised in his heart that he remembered it so clearly, he couldn't help but sigh that God was unjust, why some people are born to make people jealous.

"How do you remember so clearly?" she asked.

She only learned about this talented folk poet when she was in high school, and at that time she was fascinated by his words, and he read a lot of love poems. But she didn't expect that Feng Chengyu actually knew him.

originally thought that a person of his status and status would not pay attention to these things like the wind and snow.

"I've read a few sentences before, and I've written it down. He replied briefly, as if it were just a trivial matter.

She nestled into his arms, suddenly remembered something, looked up and asked, "Do you like your job?"

She suddenly thought that he would pay attention to these things, and he must not read them when he was idle, and people like Feng Chengyu must have their own reasons for what they do.

He looked at her with heavy eyes, and only after a moment did he reply, "Get used to it." ”

He didn't say he liked it or didn't like it, he just told her that he had lived this life for too long and had no choice.

Ding Dong felt a little sad, and asked again: "Then did you think about what you wanted to do when you grew up when you were a child......?" It's a dream or something. ”

Feng Chengyu smiled in his eyes: "What, you want to help me achieve it?"

"Say it quickly. Ding Dong urged him.

He was silent for a long time, and the air in the room fell silent for a moment, just when Ding Dong thought he wouldn't answer this question, he suddenly spoke-

"Architect. ”

He looked at her, and there were too many unspeakable emotions hidden in his dark eyes, like emotion, and like loss.

"When I was younger, I wanted to be an architect. ”