Zhou Jiyou habitually huddled in the corner of the sofa with his knees hugged.

There was no joy in her spurs, on the contrary, she was tired.

Hold up her spirit and fight a tough battle, only she knows that it is because she is unable to argue that she will attack from other places.

Her mother regarded her father as a useless person, and she regarded Shen Feibai as her only weakness. It seemed that she had won, but in fact she had lost miserably.

The words that Jiang Ruhui dropped before leaving, kept circling in his ears: "You are still too young, before you choose Feibai, you should consider the future situation." If you have this leisure to accuse me, you might as well think seriously about your own business. If you really love him, put yourself in his shoes and think about him. It doesn't matter if you don't have him, it's better for everyone to divide it early. ”

She was actually a little confused, she suddenly came to her, what was the purpose.

But it didn't matter, she didn't have the heart to think about it at all, she was now full of her and Shen Feibai.

What should she do......

Fight against fate again, or bow to fate?

Her mother was right, she was still too young, and she was soft on him again and again, knowing that she should distance herself from him, but her heart gradually tilted towards him uncontrollably.

But she doesn't regret it, she doesn't regret it at all, she won't back down because of this, she just doesn't want to be reconciled, she doesn't want their lives to be controlled by others.

Jiang Ruhui's sudden visit didn't tell her a word about Shen Feibai, and she didn't ask a word about his situation in the group. They share a tacit understanding, and they are as busy with the moment as ever, and no one touches sensitive topics.

But a lot of things, it's there, it's not that you don't think about it, you can really avoid it.

I woke up in the middle of the night with an empty bed on my left. It was pitch black all around, and she was in a trance for a moment, and she woke up completely.

It's not the first time I've noticed that there's no one next to my bed, but it's the first time I've suddenly realized that something was wrong. This feeling is very strange, like being opened in a dream by someone to open the second pulse of Ren Du and suddenly wake up.

She slipped on her slippers and got out of bed.

Hearing the door open, a dark shadow sitting in the living room turned its head, a little scarlet between his fingers flickering in the cold night.

She leaned against the door and did not move, looking at each other silently, his dark eyes quiet, far away, but she clearly felt that there was something hidden in his eyes.

Who would get up in the middle of the night to smoke, she knew that he wanted to digest it by himself, and would not let her see it.

But now that she has seen it, it is impossible for her to sit idly by.

She strode over and saw him turn his head and flick the ashes of his cigarette on a disposable paper cup.

"It's no wonder that when I've been painting lately, I always feel like I'm missing a cup." She bought paper cups to mix paints, but there were no ashtrays at home, so he was smart and used paper cups instead.

He lowered his head and took two more puffs, then snuffed out the cigarette, as if nothing happened: "Drink water, I'll pour it for you." ”

Zhou Jiyou didn't say a word, watching him pick up the mug on the table in the dim light and go to the water dispenser to get water.

The sound of the water was clanging, and so was her heart.

She looked at his slightly bent back and said, "I'll go back with you for the Chinese New Year this year." ”

He was like a statue, motionless. The mug was full, and the hot water overflowed the rim of the cup, and he shook his head slightly before he reacted.

He poured out a little bit of water from his glass, turned and turned back.

"Hold your hands warm." He handed her the cup.

She took it, her eyes fixed on him, "You haven't answered me yet." ”

The night did a good job of masking the waves surging in his eyes: "I don't agree. ”

She held the cup and emphasized: "I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just telling you about my decision." ”

She was sitting, he was standing, he was too tall, in the dim light, she couldn't see his expression clearly, only to see, he suddenly walked quickly to the coffee table, took out a cigarette and lit it, and sat on the sofa on the other side, as if he was trying to suppress something, and his smoking action was slightly stiff.

It was too quiet, and they were obviously not tense, but the atmosphere around them seemed to freeze.

She put down her mug, walked over to him and crouched down, her hands on his knees.

As soon as she approached, he immediately extinguished his cigarette. She understood that he didn't want to choke on her.

She looked up at him, there was still the smell of smoke in the air, she slowed her breathing, and said calmly: "Listen, I don't need you to stand in the way for me, I'm never afraid of them, I'm just annoying them." I decided to go back, it's not to compromise anything, I'm still going to annoy them, I'm going to disobey them, I'm still going to leave if I'm unhappy, you don't have to feel sorry for me. ”

His brows were always slightly twisted: "Grandpa has looked for you?" ”

"No, it's my mom." She saw that the crease between his eyebrows deepened instantly, sat down on his lap, and raised her hand to smooth it for him, "Don't wrinkle, the old man is ugly." ”

His eyes lit slightly, and he hugged her tightly.

Zhou Jiyou rested his chin on his shoulders and felt the dull rise and fall of his chest.

"Even if she doesn't look for me, the problem still has to be solved, in fact, it's all the same." Her tone didn't matter.

Whether it really doesn't matter or pretends to be indifferent, Shen Feibai knows very well.

I was stuffed in my heart and couldn't spit it out. As long as he gives up some feelings, he and she can live their lives wholeheartedly, but he tried, no, he is not the only one, there is no way not to think about them.

He hated his incompetence, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Don't force it if you can't stand it." ”

"Of course." Zhou Jiyou said, "No one wants to force me to do what I don't want to do." ”

He subconsciously hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to embed her into his body.

"Shen Feibai." She whispered.

"Huh?"

"I'm out of breath." She protested.

He let go of her, hung his head, and kissed her lips, the faint smell of smoke in his mouth being sent between her lips and tongue.

She frowned and avoided him, warning him, "You can drink to kill your sorrows, but you are not allowed to smoke again." "She has the shadow of her father's smoking.

Still wanting to kiss her, he suddenly got up.

Zhou Jiyou was stunned and grabbed his hand, "Why are you going?" ”

"Blast your teeth again, you wait for me."

You wait for me...... She was inexplicably a little hot, shook him off, and ran back to the room first.

"Who is going to wait for you, I will sleep first."

Lie back in bed and close your eyes. The heat of the bed has dissipated, and only a faint residual heat remains on the sheets.

She lay on her side on her legs, her mind slightly confused.

Saying it and actually doing it are two different things.

After coming to Beijing, she was at peace with what she encountered, and now decided to go back to Shen's house, and suddenly she was a little unaccustomed to planning carefully. Dealing with those people in Shen Zhai, whether it is Shen Guoan and Jiang Ruhui, or Shen Ke and Shen Xinyu, they are too tired.

She thinks she might lose sleep tonight and her mind is messed up.

The door was pushed open, and in the blink of an eye it was gently slammed shut, and then, the other side of the bed was sunken, and she was embraced into a slightly cool embrace.

She struggled, uncomfortably dodging, "You're cold." ”

"Didn't fall asleep?" He asked, leaning into his ear.

Although her arms were wrapped in the slight coolness of sitting in the air for a long time, her breath was very hot, making her ear skin itch slightly.

She snorted amusedly, "What if you're not asleep." ”

"Not really." He put his hand on her shoulder, turned her around, and whispered, "I can't sleep either." ”

kissed her again on the lips.

The refreshing mint smell hit him, and his mouth was wet and cold.

Zhou Jiyou smiled: "You haven't slept yet, so you're sure you won't be able to sleep." ”

He let out an "um" from his throat and curled her soft tongue to suck and gagged her.

A messy hand slipped into the hem of her dress, and she went limp, wrapping her arms around him, letting him fall on her stomach and press against her.

As her breath became chaotic, she found a gap and reminded, "Not today." ”

"Hmm." It was just another muffled bass.

She could clearly feel the reaction below, and put her hand on his face to prevent him from kissing any further.

"You don't feel bad."

He didn't speak, his dark eyes were terrifyingly bright, like two lights in the dark night.

"What about you?" He stared at her.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she glared: "Shen Feibai!" ”

He looked at her, slowly but clearly smiled, and fell into her close sight, a bit like a close-up shot in a romantic literary film.

She suddenly felt that they were getting along so well now, except that they didn't get a license and didn't get married, they were no different from ordinary couples.

He was distracted, and suddenly, he propped up his upper body, lifted the hem of her pajamas, lowered his head, and pressed his hot and moist lips to it......

She stroked the short hair at the back of his head and couldn't help but puff up her chest, her thoughts all disrupted.

dragged back and forth, and finally went to Lei An's house together on New Year's Day.

When Yang Yun saw Shen Feibai for the first time, she didn't want to waste time, so she sent Lei An to the kitchen to cook, and she stayed in the living room to chat with Shen Feibai in a homely way.

Zhou Jiyou and Renault were both taken away by her look, Renault obediently went back to the house to do his homework, Zhou Jiyou had nothing to do, and went into the kitchen to help.

But her ears were pricked up, and every conversation could be heard.

Lei An saw that she was inattentive to breaking garlic seedlings, and shook her head with a smile: "Your Aunt Yun is just a little more powerful to me, and she won't do anything to him." ”

Zhou Jiyou came back to his senses and looked at him: "I know." ”

"I know but I can't do it, can I?" Ryan had a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

Her earlobes were dangling, and her face was a little sneering: "Uncle Lei, don't laugh at me." ”

Lei An retracted his gaze, chopped the meat quickly, and said, "You are really not ordinary to him." ”

She was slightly stunned, not shocked by his words, she had also heard similar comments from Jing Qiao's mouth, and suddenly heard Lei An say it again, and she was a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort can probably be classified as embarrassment. Talking to elders about emotional issues is not quite able to get into the groove.

Lei An turned his head to look at her, half relieved and half emotional: "You have grown so big in the blink of an eye, and you have reached the age of talking about marriage." ”

The thump between the blade and the chopping board didn't dampen the apprehension in his tone, and he paused his wrist and lowered his voice to ask, "Have you two talked to each other about getting married?" ”

The chopping stopped, and the sound of conversation in the living room finally became clear again.

Yang Yun said: "Xiaoyou is a girl after all, and we as parents should think more about her." Auntie wants to ask you, do you have any plans for the future? Have you ever wondered when you will start a family? ”