In the dim light, there are two long figures, the male is naked and muscular, with a white gauze wrapped around his back, lying on the bed and smoking, and the curling smoke rises, making people feel unreal. The woman in a red dress is peeling apples next to her.

"What's your name?"

"Luo Zihan"

"Why are you there today?"

"Go there to sell tickets" Da Hong Lou because a lot of business has been robbed by the newly opened Ninety-Five Supreme recently, so he came up with a way to let some students in school sell tickets to the people around them, these ticket sellers earn intermediate service fees, the more tickets they sell, the more money they make, and Luo Zihan is one of the ticket sellers.

"Let's go. I don't need you here. ”

Luo Zihan didn't speak, cut off a small piece of the peeled apple and handed it to Meng Zihao and said, "Don't always smoke, eat an apple." ”

Meng Zihao looked at the apple, didn't move, just took another deep breath of cigarette, deliberately spit the fog on Luo Zihan's face, she closed her eyes, Meng Zihao said disdainfully: "Before I finish smoking this cigarette, you'd better leave immediately, otherwise you will regret it." ”

Luo Zihan calmly opened his big watery eyes, stared at Mencius's bright eyes, and said seriously: "I am an orphan, I have never had a home, no relatives. But from the moment you picked me up, I told myself in my heart: you are my family from now on, and I will follow you for the rest of my life. Luo Zihan said calmly, but tears rolled out of her eyes one by one, and one by one they crossed her delicate face and disappeared on the red gauze skirt. Meng Zihao listened, his heart suddenly felt a pain and inexplicable irritability, he hugged Luo Zihan under him, stared at her and said, "You really don't regret it?"

"I do" Before he finished speaking, Meng Zihao's thick lips were already covered with Luo Zihan's two thin red lips, he sucked hard, she couldn't breathe, and she felt like the smoke curling on his cigarette butt, rising, spreading, lost, blurred, and charming.

Meng Zihao hugged her smooth body, like being attracted by a big magnet, so that he never wanted to let go, he kissed her over and over again, wanted her, forgot the pain in his body, forgot the tears in the corners of her eyes, forgot everything, only the most naked temptation and attraction between the body and the body, never satisfied and comfortable, let him seem to pass through the nerves of the brain, through the torrent of time, he stretched out his hand, and finally grabbed it, grabbed the red dress in the sun, he shed tears, hugged Luo Zihan tightly, squeezed, as if to melt her into his body。

After the passion, Meng Zihao held Luo Zihan in one hand and smoked a cigarette in the other, but what happened today was in his mind. Luo Zihan hugged him and said, "The doctor said that after the wound is healed, it will leave a long scar. Would you mind?"

Meng Zihao smiled, gently stroked her smooth back and said: I don't like scars, but if it is left for you, I am willing to carry it for the rest of my life. ”

Luo Zihan hugged him tighter, her hot tears fell on his thick chest, and she felt very happy.