In my ears, I don't know when soft music sounded, and the Song Yiren greeted Gong Lingye's kiss, and their steps were like dance steps, rolling from the courtyard to the villa.

The villa has a back door and a large sun room over there.

The floor was covered with a thick white blanket, and the long lamb's wool wrapped around the toes, so that they didn't feel cold at all.

On the ground, there are pillows and lazy sofas that Song Yiren bought before, all of which are soft and full of lazy taste.

Surrounded by greenhouses, the room has been kept at a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius, so it is lush and green, and some of them are in bloom.

Song Yiren liked this room very much before, and felt that reading here was a pleasure for the whole body and mind.

The two kissed and retreated to the lazy sofa, and Song Yiren's center of gravity was unstable and he fell.

The body instantly fell into softness, and the bare feet stepped on the white plush blanket, warm and comfortable.

She chuckled: "I can't seem to get up......"

Gong Lingye pressed down: "Then you won't get up." ”

He leaned over and continued to kiss her, his voice low and magnetic, as if he could emit electricity, and drilled into her heart with her cochlea: "Nuan Nuan, you are so small and soft." ”

Song Yiren thought of the antonym of 'small and soft', and was about to use it on Gong Lingye's body, the words rolled to the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly realized something, and he couldn't help it, and his cheeks were red.

Gong Lingye seemed to notice her embarrassment at the moment, and chuckled: "Nuan Nuan, do you want it?"

"How can I!" she hurriedly denied, but he caught her hand.

Then, with her hand, straight down from his chest.

Her heart was beating fast, but when her hand landed on Gong Lingye's abdominal wound, her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked him, raising her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt. His eyes locked on her, and the fire danced in his eyes: "It's just a little itchy." ”

Song Yiren's cheeks were burning like fire for a moment, and he was a little annoyed, but when he looked at the man's upside-down face, his heart was pounding again.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to like someone?

Back then, even though her family held an engagement banquet for her, when she faced Chu Mingyao, she only felt that she was the elder brother who grew up together.

There is no excitement, no expectation, it seems that all is to complete the task.

She also wondered if she was emotionally flawed, otherwise how could she not know what it was like to like it at all.

But now, Song Yiren finally knows that he likes a person because he thinks he is good everywhere.

When you are far away, you will think, and when you get closer, your heart will beat faster.

Obviously she is not used to being close to men, but she likes to lean on his chest, and she is very defensive, but she sleeps peacefully because she smells his breath.

Those things that I had never thought of in the past, little by little, came naturally, as if his kiss was crossing her skin at this moment, and the ripples continued.

His breath became hot and hot, and his clothes flew down in layers.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Nuan Nuan, give you to me, okay?"

His expression, serious and solemn, with an emotional firelight, burned her soul as if it were trembling.

Song Yiren nodded lightly, but raised his hand again and propped it on Gong Lingye's chest: "Then I'll hand me over to you, you won't bully me in the future!"

Gong Lingye looked at Song Yiren's eyes a little shy, a little emotional, and a little timid, and he felt that a fine and dense pity seemed to rise in his heart: "I won't in this life." ”

Song Yiren wrapped his arms around his neck: "Well, I've just been a little scared before." ”

Beneath her always tough exterior was a fragility and uneasiness he had never seen before.

He leaned over and kissed her again: "Nuan Nuan, I will always protect you." ”

After saying that, Gong Lingye grabbed Song Yiren's hand, raised it above his head, and clasped his fingers tightly.

The moment the pain came, her tears suddenly fell.

He leaned over to kiss the tears off her cheeks, but found that the more he kissed, the more he couldn't help but press her into his arms: "Nuan Nuan, how did you become a little crying bag?"

Song Yiren didn't know what was going on with her, obviously she was willing, but at this moment, his gentleness made her tears that she had accumulated for three years seem to have found an outlet to vent, and she couldn't stop it.

Gong Lingye patted her on the back and coaxed: "Okay, Nuan Nuan doesn't cry, it won't hurt in the future." ”

yes, it won't hurt anymore.

No one will catch her off guard and give her a knife and make her a cripple and lie in a hospital bed for three years!

No one will pour sulfuric acid on her, ruin her appearance, and blind one eye!

There will be no one to burn her and her father alive, and there are no bones left!

"Gong Lingye, before, I was really scared. Her voice was trembling: "But now, I'm not afraid." ”

He tightened his arms, and this moment was not a sense of accomplishment to finally turn her into his own woman, but a sense of responsibility.

From then on, he was no longer alone, and everything was for their future.

Song Yiren sniffed, and reacted that he was crying at such a time, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "I just ......"

He bit her lip lightly: "Nuan Nuan, I know everything." ”

He could feel that she must have suffered a lot, and her heart ached, and he just wanted to comfort her better.

After that, everything in his ears was gone, and only everything about him was engraved into his soul.

When it was over, he stretched out his arms to pick her up.

Behind them, the white velvet blanket and long hairs were already messy, and between the snow-white, there was a cluster of red, like red plums in the snow, blooming warmly.

Gong Lingye also saw it, he tightened his arms, lowered his head and kissed the woman in his arms: "Nuan Nuan, I will protect you for the rest of my life." ”

After taking a bath, Song Yiren lay on the bed, looked over Gong Lingye's shoulder, and saw the wall clock on the wall slowly turning, about to point to the 0 position.

His birthday is coming.

She was so sleepy that her eyelids kept fighting, but she also held on, lying in his arms, listening to the heartbeat while counting down.

Just when the hour and minute hands were pointing to 0 at the same time, Song Yiren raised his head and looked at Gong Lingye's eyes: "Night, happy birthday!"