Yinzhen got his wish and got the new clothes that Zhan Xiaoyi paid for, not only one, but bought a lot of them inside and out, enough for him to change and wash on weekdays, or go out to meet people.

He looked at her puzzled, not like before, who was snorting and chirping that there was no money, and he was extremely happy when he paid the bill. He was touched by her thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness for him, but he was a little unbearable.

He knew how many scholarships the school had, and even then he hadn't spent the money himself, and he had no specific concept of modern money, and he also knew that Zhan Xiaoyi had spent all the scholarships he hadn't gotten in his hands and was over budget.

Zhan smiled disapprerovingly, looking at the various paper bags he was carrying, he raised his head and chest with a sense of accomplishment, and walked extremely briskly.

"Don't thank me too much, although I am indeed a kind person, but these are not bought for you for nothing. Now that you have a job, you will naturally have an income in a month, remember to give me the money then, and I will deduct this amount from it in installments until you pay it off. Of course, I'm not trying to squint your money, it's just that you can forget the past, and who knows when you will forget where your money is stored. So, I decided to be a good guy and do it for you for free until you get home. Impressed, right?"

Yinzhen followed behind her, listening to her grunting smuttering, clutching the bag in her hand and following, standing in front of her, "Then what do you like? ”

"Send me, no, you might as well keep it for yourself. I understand the principle of taking people short and eating people with soft mouths. Zhan smiled at him and kept shaking his head, like a rich and noble female husband, "I will earn my own money to buy what I like, so you don't have to worry about it." Don't you see? Although she doesn't have a lot of money, this girl still has some small money, as long as your requirements are not too high, support you, it's okay. ”

Zhan Xiao's attention was attracted by the model in the window, his eyes lit up, and he walked into the store no longer entangled with him.

Zhan Xiaoyi, who came out of the fitting room, was wearing the black bandeau dress displayed in the window, stepping on white canvas shoes and trying to stand on tiptoe, straightening her back and looking back at herself in the mirror. The young shopping guide squatted to help her pull up the hem of her skirt, which fit her upturned buttocks and rounded and straight thighs.

Yin Zhen's eyes were half-narrowed, staring straight at her back, he got up from the sofa and walked over to stand behind her, blocking the entire smooth back that was almost up to his waist, and looked at Zhan Zhan, who was lined with black in the mirror, and frowned, "Replace it." ”

"Why? It's so beautiful, the little black dress, it's classic, I like it. My brother promised to give it to me on his birthday, and since he saw it, he bought it for him in advance, so as not to forget it by then, how nice. Zhan smiled and looked at himself in the mirror, very happy, and didn't notice the abnormality behind him at all.

The shopping guide girl stood up, saw the man standing behind Zhan Xiaoyi, whose face was almost black, unconsciously took two steps back, and finally simply turned around and trotted back behind the counter.

His hand was on her waist, his body leaned forward slightly and was already attached to his back, and the moment he looked down, he could clearly see the white light on the black bandeau undulating, and a faint shadow extended into the invisible endless black.

The image of that morning stumpled into him suddenly jumped into his mind, she leaning against the door in a light white nightdress, lying on the bed...... He closed his eyes and inhaled secretly, leaned his head into her ear and looked at the smiling eyes in the mirror, and whispered: "You have a school uniform for school, and a uniform for going to work, where are you going to wear this? ”

"Who would wear this at home, stinky and beautiful to show yourself? You also said that you can't be too shabby to go to the birthday of the young master of a rich family, do you only allow your state officials to set fires, and don't allow my people to light lamps? Besides, this is my own money, do I have to get your consent?" Zhan smiled and pouted and turned his head to look at the stunned Yinzhen, pushed his waist with his elbow, and returned to the fitting room unhappily.

Zhan Xiaoyi grabbed her skirt and threw it on the counter, ignored his stop and put a card on the table, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "Sir, you are old, your thinking is outdated, this is not good, you can't keep up with the pace of the whole era." It's just a small dress skirt, girls nowadays wear it like this, for the host and guests of the banquet, this is called etiquette, and when you see it, you will understand how ordinary and normal this is. ”

Zhan smiled and took the skirt home as he wished, but Yinzhen was so angry that she ignored her, took a shower and walked back to her room. She kept thinking that she was going to wear this dress to the boy's birthday party, and she told him that he was old.

Thirty-eight years old...... And Jiang Yucheng, who is about to celebrate his birthday, is nineteen years old.

Yin Zhen was lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling with her head resting on her arms and her arms, reluctant to admit that perhaps, for her, he was indeed a little old.

There was a knock on the door.

He listened to the movement outside the door, looked at the dark shadow outside the curtain, and turned to the ground with a long sigh.

The dim courtyard lantern shrouded her wrapped in a long black dress, and the warmth blended with the cold silence of black, making her look more like a little girl who found her parents' bed before going to sleep. Her palm-sized face was lined with curtained bangs, her chin was sharper, and her big eyes flashed black and bright in the night, and she could already feel her flattery before she could open her mouth, like the cat crouching behind her.

He wondered if she was sixteen years old at this time. In his time, at the age of sixteen, he had already married and had children, where was he still a child. Not to mention the concubines in the house, even Bang'er looks more like a little woman than she is now.

She shook the iodine bottle and cotton swab in her hand, and put on a smiling face, "Although you are unkind to me at school, I can't be unjust to you, oh, wipe your wounds." Don't say it's not broken, I know my teeth, Mimi has been bitten by me. ”

After speaking, she grinned and showed two rows of small white teeth, and bit twice in the hot air, which sounded very clearly in the evening of the summer night.

Yin Zhen silently let open the door, smiled and was stunned for a moment, shook his head and walked in, and turned on the light casually.

His room was neat and clean, and it seemed that it was usually well tied, so he looked around with a smile and sat on the chair at the table.

He was still standing by the door and covering his eyes with his hands, and only after adapting to the light did he walk back to the bed and sit down, his eyes swept over the smile and the things in her hand sitting not far away, without moving or speaking, he picked up the book by the pillow and leaned towards the head of the bed.

Zhan smiled and looked at his uncle's appearance, pouted, walked over and handed the medicine in front of him, "Take it." ”

Yin Zhen looked up at her, closed the book and asked a question that he couldn't understand, completely ignoring the shaking hand in front of him, "Why are you biting a cat?"

"Play with Mimi, sometimes it bites me when it's in a hurry, so I can't be bitten by it in vain, I always have to fight back. It's called a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. She replied as a matter of course, but he looked at her earnestly, as if he could see the loneliness in her eyes from the little face that didn't care.

During the time he lived here, except for Jiang Yucheng, even Lin Ruoli and her had very little contact, let alone anyone else. It seems that she has no playmates except for this cat. Just like her cat, she is only close to her.

Holding her hand and sitting on the edge of the bed without refusal, he pointed to his shoulder, watching her defensive look and leaning into the cushion behind her with her whole body relaxed, "Help me put the medicine, or I will bite you too." ”

"You...... It's really a shame, how can a man be so careful, he should be magnanimous. Zhan Xiaoyi looked at him in disbelief, he really couldn't figure out why everyone was a man, why the gap between him and Zhan Xiaoyan was so big, even Jiang Yucheng's underage boy had a broader mind than him at this time.

Yin Zhen closed his eyes and leaned on the head of the bed to ignore her, smiled helplessly, put his hand to the collar of his white pajamas, and stopped.

"Hey, don't sleep, untie your clothes yourself, do you want me to do it? ”

The corners of Yinzhen's lips were lightly pulled, and there was a faint fine line at the end of his eyes, and he smiled and straightened his eyes. She felt that this man was really moody, and he laughed when he said he was not happy, and although he smiled very slightly, she could feel his emotions change. And he looks good when he laughs like this, very MAN, not the mature masculinity that a big boy like Jiang Yucheng can show.

Such a relaxed smile made her feel very happy to look at it, although she didn't understand what he was laughing at.

Yin Zhen sat up straight and took off her shirt, folded the clothes twice and put them on the corner of the bed, looked at the smiling smile that was stunned and stared at herself, and leaned in front of her fingertips and flicked on the glass bottle containing iodine wine.

There was a soft sound with an echo and he straightened his back with a frightened smile, and saw his suddenly naked upper body close in front of him, and under the light, his smooth skin seemed to be coated with a warm halo.

She had always thought that he was very tall and well-dressed, but she had never paid attention to what it looked like, and now she realized that it was really good. Although it didn't make girls scream like Zhan Xiaoyan's eight-pack abs, he was still a little thin in comparison, but he was still well-proportioned and good-looking, just like his facial features.

He looked at her quietly, not coming any closer or even backing a little, and the masculine aura that was different from her still came to his face, making his slightly lowered little face flush. She pretended to be calm and ignored him, and hurriedly looked for the wound on his shoulder, opening her mouth silently.

In the right shoulder socket near her neck, two rows of clear tooth marks, small red blood spots with teeth and claws to look at her. There is also a broken skin that has been fumigated by the heat after taking a bath, slightly lifted and curled on the small wound, and I am really scared when I see a smile in my heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be so strict, you wait. Zhan smiled and stuffed the medicine bottle and cotton swab into his hand, ran out quickly, and after a while, he turned back and took a pair of medical scissors, a bag of cotton balls, and a bowl of hot water.

Yin Zhen watched her gently wipe the wound with hot water with a cotton ball, softened the broken skin on it and carefully cut it off with scissors, the lips close to her face opened and closed slightly, and said to him softly, "Bear with the pain", and carefully smeared iodine wine.

Her long eyelashes curled over her large black and white eyes, casting a shallow shadow and fanning slightly in the light. He could feel her caution, even her breathing slow, spitting on his shoulder.

This injury is nothing to him, but at this moment, she is smiling, sixteen-year-old Smiling, who has not spent more than 20 years with him. The girl who has been fierce since they met has been so gentle and meticulous in drugging him seems to be of great significance.

She was dressed very tightly, and since the embarrassment of that morning, she had consciously been fully armed at home, except that she was still short-sleeved, and she no longer saw a figure that made people think about it. Even under the shroud of those extremely loose long skirts, she looked pitifully thin and had no figure at all.

Just like at this point, the long black cotton dress made her look like an undeveloped little girl. Even sitting cross-legged in front of him, he couldn't see anything except two thin arms dangling in front of his eyes.

Her long, half-wet hair was scattered behind her back, and a few strands of her ears hung down against her chest, and the wet fabric stuck to her, and the slight heaving of her breath made the black darker.

The sweet smell of apples from her body and hair is no longer the sweet fragrance of apples in his memory, it is the same faint fragrance as him, and there is a little more girlish unique taste, very pure. After fusing with iodine, it seems to be more prominent, strangely stimulating his sense of smell.

It's all black, and the small dress skirt in the evening is delicately outlined, the smooth back is pressed against him, and the high raised chin bends in a soft and small arc, extending to the slender and smooth neck, and then to the ...... She was as she was now, very close to him, even closer than she was now.

Yin Zhen half-squinted at her close at hand, as if she could really feel it as long as she moved an inch slightly.

His hand moved through the air, slowly reaching behind her back, fingertips touching the soft cotton. She still rubbed iodine wine on his shoulder socket with a cotton swab seriously, her solemn little face almost touched, and she puffed out her cheeks and carefully blew on the wound. In the soft warm light, the curly eyelashes were long and densely rooted, hanging low on her half-closed eyes, flickering.

She is so quiet, she is serious, she is cautious as if she is afraid of hurting him, since they met, she has not been.

His fingertips slid gently over the cool ends of her hair, his slender fingers running through the strands of hair against her waist, his fingertips gently rubbing against the warmth of the cotton cloth, the familiar softness and slenderness of his memory. Feeling her sudden stiffness, her five fingers opened faster and firmly supported her waist, tightened her arms and circled her into her arms and turned over and fell on the bed.

Zhan Xiaoyi, who was suddenly hugged, didn't even have time to snort, and was so frightened that the cotton swab flew out diagonally, and was propped up by his palm behind his head, and his face was really attached to his shoulder. At the moment of falling back, the tip of his nose and mouth rubbed against the iodine wine that had not yet been wiped on the wound, and he endured the dizziness and the strong smell and tried to push the bare chest that was instantly resisted under the palm.

It was cool in the room with the air conditioning on. At this time, she felt surrounded by a hot air, dizzy, and almost broke out in a cold sweat, which made her body cold.

The big eyes were stunned and puzzled, and more frightened. Pressed under him, he lay awkwardly on his back, his calves hanging on the edge of the bed and kicking hard. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tightened it tighter, lifting her to the bed, her ankle-length black dress falling above her knees, and he couldn't move between her legs.

The heat under her palm burned her tactile nerves, and she could barely breathe. The violently beating heart and the unfamiliar feeling of oppression from men made her panic.

He and his brother are different, even if they are both men.

Zhan's stunned mind was momentarily awake, and he suddenly clenched his palm into a fist, trying to resist it, but he couldn't stop him from approaching.

"Smile. He called her name, as usual, but it was still a little more dull than she had ever heard before, and there was a deep affection that could not be dispersed.

She didn't understand, but she was still frightened, and looked at him with wide eyes.

His eyes were always fixed on her, with nothing but her eyes inside, slowly approaching.

She saw her own pupils inside, which also reflected his, layer upon layer of pitch black, like a bottomless abyss, with no end.

The arm around her waist gradually relaxed, and the palm of her hand was ironed warmly through the thin cotton cloth, and the fingertips were swiped.

lips, slowly falling to kiss him, smiled as if awakened, and turned his head sharply against his arm. His lips, sweeping across her cheek, landed on her ear.

A long sigh echoed in her ears, and unlike her chest, which was so hot that it made her panic, his lips were cold, and they covered her ears so softly that she couldn't help but shiver lightly.

"Smile...... ...... smile "Unlike the hoarseness of his voice, as if he had been burned by her badly burned ears, his lips also warmed, and he took the small and soft earlobe, and the tip of his slippery tongue licked the pinna of the ear flexibly, hovering between her neck, imprinting one kiss after another.

"Don't ......," he said, smiling and shaking his head with a shaky neck, his voice faintly spilling from his arm.

From gentle and shallow pecking to eager sucking, wherever his lips and tongue went, his breath was left behind and wrapped around her. You can't avoid it, it infiltrates the skin and penetrates into the flesh and bones.

The thin lips that kissed on the neck went down the collarbone again and again, wetting the neckline until she was on the hands of each other's chests.

The dodging hands kept shaking, barely clenching into fists, and he only grasped them and pulled them above his head. The hand around her waist stroked her stiff and painful waist and turned to the front, rubbing the cotton skirt on her body slowly upward, holding the softness that continued to rise and fall under his chest.

Zhan Xiao, who was lying under him, screamed in surprise, and suddenly struggled hard, twisting and writhing to get rid of the hand that lingered on her chest and the hot wet kiss. His legs, which he struggled to lift, were always firmly pressed under his thighs, and the hem of his skirt continued to fade upwards between pushes, revealing a small white edge under his waist.

Her legs were tangled with his, and through his pajama pants, she could still feel the heat wrapped around her legs, no different from his air-exposed body, and she could even feel more power within him that she couldn't see. This realization made her even more frightened and resisted more frantically.

The person who fell on top of her tensed instantly, and unlike her delicate softness, he became extremely hard and hot. Different from the gentle caress just now, at this time, he did not have a gentle factor in his body, clinging to her as if he was going to melt her at any time and embed it into his body.

His hand moved quickly and quickly, crumpling the black cotton cloth and jerking away the underwear wrapped around her under his palm, releasing his heart beating rapidly from his approach.

Through the only layer of lightness, he still remembered the pale pink under the white slip dress. The desire to hide is like a temptation, more like an invitation to him to touch and taste her sweetness.

Without trying to find it, his lips were precisely attached to it, and the tip of his tongue curled lightly, tossing and turning, holding his temperature and licking and kissing gently. She belongs to the sixteen-year-old, the shyness that has never been touched, at this moment, belongs to him.

Zhan smiled and gasped in fright, her body froze suddenly, the numbness that she had never felt before, instantly flowed to her limbs, mixed with fear and panic, her little face was swollen red, angry and anxious, and there was some indescribable shame, she couldn't hide under him, and she didn't know what to do.

The sigh that overflowed from his mouth seemed content, more like wanting to explore more, tossing and turning on her soaked chest. Her hand was gently propped up under her waist, making her pride turn into a more seductive arc, trembling in his enthusiasm, almost rubbing into him.

Zhan Xiao's mind was buzzing, his eyes were dark as if countless stars were flashing, and his breathing became difficult, and he became more and more afraid. As he grabbed her cold thighs and slammed into the hem of her skirt and stroked upward, he curled up like crazy, desperately trying to break free from his grip.

She tilted her head and twitched her wrists, still clutched by him, her terrified eyes staring at the ceiling illuminated by the dimming of the lights, closing her eyes and trying to scream, almost desperate, "......Stop! Let go of me! Don't touch me!"

Yin Zhen froze suddenly, raised the head buried in her chest and looked at the person who was shrinking under her and still trying to dodge, and the big eyes that were always smiling disappeared from her pale little face. The lips that had just been slightly pursed and carefully blown on his shoulders had been bitten by her and the black and shiny hair that had been neatly tied behind her head during the day was scattered all over the bed at this time, sticking a few strands on her face. The long black skirt could not hide the cold and delicate, crumpled into a ball and piled up on the waist, sandwiched between his knees by a small white covered intimate, sunk in the soft mattress.

His woman, when he forgot her love, had nothing but fear.

He clenched his fists against the mattress, loosened the clamps and hugged her to his chest, closed his eyes and buried his eyes in her black hair that covered the bed, gasping heavily, sighing heavily. The hoarse voice still carries the unfading love and desire, but it has lost the selfless urgency just now, there is distress, and there is rare chagrin.

"Smile, don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt you, I won't hurt you. I ......"

Her face was held by him against her chest, which was still hot, and she inhaled carefully, all of which was his breath, and she couldn't let it go. She suddenly pushed him away with all her might, her head down and shaking, and she quickly retreated into the bed. Clenched his collar to protect his chest and shrunk in the corner, his eyes flashed with tears but he always bit his lower lip to prevent it from flowing down, and his eyes dodged without focus.

Her voice was small, weak and weak as it had never been since we met, and it resounded unusually clear in the extremely quiet room. He could hold his breath and stare at her, trying to get closer, but stopped all his movements.

"You're a bad person, brother is right, you're a bad person......"

Her legs were bent tightly together in front of her, and there were two faint blue marks on her thighs.

His eyes darkened and darkened, staring at her and slowly leaning over, so frightened that she bounced up and stood on the bed, swayed and ran to the bed, jumped to the ground, stumbled and rushed to the door without wearing her shoes or barefoot.