She was properly cherished in her arms, she looked blankly at the big black umbrella above her head that sheltered her from the wind and rain, and felt the dry and warm embrace, slowly soaked by the rain on her body, but the hot temperature still passed to her through the wet and sticky clothes.

She couldn't help but wince and leaned in the direction of warmth, his body stiffened, and then he hugged her hard.

The world became very quiet, only the sound of the rain falling on the umbrella, one at a time, with a unique rhythm and rhythm, which slowly calmed her down.

"An Congzhe," her voice was a little hoarse, as light as if it had come from the sky, "why are you back?" ”

She hadn't seen him for a while, and Lin Ruoshui said that he had gone to the provincial capital, and she thought that he should leave here soon and not come back.

"Before you ask me, explain what you were doing!" His voice was tense, clearly holding back his anger.

"Me? I don't know. Thinking of Xia Fanglian, she felt a sour feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help shrinking her body.

Her voice was as fragile as it had ever been, and the side face under the umbrella was pale and helpless, and he kissed her on the top, his heart was sour, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

She has always been so cunning and strong, when has she ever been so vulnerable?

She must have encountered something that she couldn't accept, and all kinds of bad speculations ran through her heart, which made him gradually turn white.

He hugged her very tightly, eager to rub her into his own blood, and the thought of seeing her just now standing by the lake as if she had lost her soul, walking step by step into the lake, he was mad with fear, and the nightmare that tormented him every night seemed to appear in front of him as if it were real.

He sent her all the way home, she was already soaking wet, and she needed to change into dry clothes as soon as possible, there were no clothes for her in the clinic, not to mention that he didn't want Lin Ruoshui to see their embarrassed appearance.

Xia Yao's face seemed to have regained its calmness, but now he was so calm that she was shaking even when she took out the key, a lock that was easy to open, she couldn't align the lock cylinder for a long time, and finally he helped to open the door smoothly.

The empty room immediately gave her a bad premonition.

"Mom," she cried in a trembling voice, the room was quiet, and her own echo wafted through the room.

She ran upstairs like crazy, shouting "Mom" all the way

An Congzhe picked up the note on the table, and finally understood something.

He silently grabbed her and handed the note into her hands.

The note reads in black on a white background, "Xiao Yao, mom went to the meditation nunnery by herself, if you have time, you can come to see me occasionally, I hope you can understand my choice and don't do anything extreme." Best wishes. ”

Xia Yao looked at this short paragraph expressionlessly, I don't know how long she watched it, but she still maintained that posture, and the rain on her soaked clothes kept dripping onto the ground, gathering into a puddle of water stains at her feet.

"Let's go change our clothes first, don't catch a cold." He finally couldn't help but interrupt the silence.

Suddenly, without warning, a large crystal tear appeared in her eyes, like a steady stream of spring water, constantly bubbling outward.

"Xia Yao!" He felt a pain in his heart and pulled her into his arms, but she was still silent, crying silently, silent and silent, but he was completely panicked, and hurriedly helped her wipe her tears, but her tears seemed to flow inexhaustibly.

He never wanted to see her so sad and desperate, and in a moment of anxiety, he kissed her in the eye uncontrollably, and when he realized what he had done and wanted to retreat in a hurry, she got entangled.

The girl clumsily and eagerly searched for his lips, and what sanity he had left made him try to push her away, but to hell with all sanity when her lips touched his.

He pressed her against the wall, pressed down his handsome face, and grabbed his longing lips.

Neither of them had any emotional experience, it was not so much a kiss as a green and clumsy gnawing at each other, Xia Yao was like a little beast that was provoked, viciously venting his anger on him, and a faint bloody breath quickly spread in the mouths of the two.

She closed her eyes tightly and let the salty tears melt into her lips, and she didn't want to think much about it for a moment, like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, clinging helplessly to him.

In the gloomy little house, there were only two people who gasped lowly, and in such a quiet environment, people's feelings were infinitely magnified, and if he could, he would like time to stay in this moment.

A thunderclap outside the window finally pulled his sanity back, it doesn't rain often this season, and thunder is rare, and the current state of the two of them is as abnormal as today's weather.

He hugged her quietly, she was still restlessly struggling, cold lips running across his cheeks and neck, testing his self-control.

His eyes were closed, and the beautiful images of his dreams flashed in his mind, and his body became even hotter.

"Xia Yao" his voice was tense, tightly holding her in his arms, and whispering in her ear, "Calm down." ”

She finally quieted down, and he took a slight step back, and now she was already half-dressed, and her neck and chest were covered with red marks.

It was all his own doing, his face was flushed, and he should have felt ashamed, but his eyes were uncontrollably fixed on this seductive image, her appearance was far more impactful than the illusion in his dreams, and he used all his restraint to pull her clothes up.

She leaned motionless against him, unresponsive, and looked like she was giving up on herself.

"Go and change your clothes, be careful of catching a cold." His voice carried great restraint and forbearance, she was drenched in rain all over her body, and her delicate curves clinged to him, which was undoubtedly another great test.

She didn't seem to hear, and remained motionless.

He sighed low in her ear, turned around to turn on the air conditioner, and went to her room to find a dry outfit.

When she returned, she was sitting on the ground with her hands on her knees, and her head buried deep in her knees.

"Change your wet clothes." He crouched beside her and whispered.

She remained in this position, as if she couldn't hear what he was saying.

He sighed imperceptibly again, and reached out to take off her coat, her clothes had already been crumpled by him like a mess, which showed how crazy he was just now.

His face was flushed, he had only dared to fantasize about such a picture in his dreams, and he still couldn't believe that he would do such a thing to her.

He didn't expect that the willpower he was so proud of would become so vulnerable in front of her. To be continued.