At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the two of them were awakened from hunger almost at the same time, looking at each other and smiling without clothes, and the two came to the living room naked.

Lin Zhimo lit the candle and extinguished the light.

Under the candlelight, Zhang Ziyi's delicate body seems to be covered with a soft halo, **of**, the towering pink**, and the mysterious black jungle below, all exude a suffocating **charm under the dim candlelight.

"Ziyi, this is my birthday gift to you." Lin Zhimo took out a delicate small box and said.

"Gifts?" Zhang Ziyi's eyes lit up, "What is it?" ”

"Wouldn't you open it and see it?" Lin Zhimo said with a smile, but his eyes began to look up and down on Zhang Ziyi's delicate body.

was a little embarrassed by Lin Zhimo's undisguised gaze, and Zhang Ziyi said coquettishly: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen enough just now?" ”

Lin Zhimo was also a little embarrassed by Zhang Ziyi's point, but still said: "I can't see enough, I can't see enough in my life." ”

"Flim Flam!" Zhang Ziyi said this, and it was hard to hide her joy in her heart, and it was the pride of every woman to be said by her lover.

Gently opening the box handed over by Lin Zhimo, Zhang Ziyi couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand when she saw the things inside, and her clear eyes shot out of surprise: "It's a necklace, it's so beautiful!" ”

I saw a diamond necklace in the middle of the box, the silver-white chain was simple and elegant, and the necklace was a pink diamond the size of a little finger nail, shining with charming brilliance under the candlelight.

Zhang Ziyi held up the necklace in surprise and watched carefully by the candlelight.

At this time, from Lin Zhimo's point of view, Zhang Ziyi's arms were raised high, and a pair of ** busts trembled slightly with her movements, and her slender waistline bent into a charming curve.

The candlelight sprinkled, Zhang Ziyi's body was either bright or dark, and every piece between light and dark seemed to be ** Lin Zhimo.

"Ziyi, you're so a**." Lin Zhimo couldn't help blurting out.

Zhang Ziyi withdrew her gaze from the necklace and replied with a smile: "Who is more ** than that Shakira?" ”

Lin Zhimo never expected Zhang Ziyi to ask this sentence, but he said without hesitation: "Of course it's you!" "Joke, Lin Zhimo is naked with Zhang Ziyi now, no matter how stupid he is, he will not say another woman's name at this time.

Seeing that the expression on Zhang Ziyi's face was relaxed, Lin Zhimo quickly changed the topic and said, "Come, Ziyi, I'll put it on for you." ”

Zhang Ziyi's attention was diverted by her, she smiled and nodded, and said at the same time, "Don't you turn on the light?" ”

"No, that's all."

Lin Zhimo naturally knew that the best way to see the effect of gems was to turn on the light, but Lin Zhimo wanted to see Zhang Ziyi more, who had been watching under the lamp for a long time just now, and now he had to appreciate it under the candlelight.

Lin Zhimo put the necklace on Zhang Ziyi**'s neck, **flawless** and pink gems shone with an alternative beauty under the dim candlelight, as if a primitive ** inherited from human genes began to wake up.

"Beautiful, it's so beautiful."

Lin Zhimo's mind was also taken by Zhang Ziyi's current style, and he muttered in his mouth.

Zhang Ziyi naturally saw that what Lin Zhimo said was sincere, she pursed her lips and smiled, only feeling that she was too happy, and only hoped that time could slow down now and let him get along with Lin Zhimo for a longer time.

After the two sat down again, Lin Zhimo took pictures of Zhang Ziyi's beauty**; Zhang Ziyi felt that Lin Zhimo was good to him, so he kissed again, this time the two did not pay too much attention to skill, just a perfect complete fusion of spirit and flesh.

The next day, when Zhang Ziyi woke up, he found that Lin Zhimo was still sleeping, afraid that he would wake him up, so Zhang Ziyi didn't get up, lying on his side, propping up his head with his hands, and looking at the man in front of him so carefully.

Lin Zhimo's face is well-lined, his lips are thin and thick, his nose is like a cliff, his eyebrows are thick and black, as if two sharp swords are inserted diagonally into his temples, and his two bright and clear eyes are gently closed.

The man in front of him is not handsome, but compared with those feminine white-faced students in the entertainment industry, Lin Zhimo seems to have a kind of masculinity, and this extremely strong male surname charm is the most lethal weapon for female surnames.

Especially Lin Zhimo's eyes, clear and thorough, like a pool of deep water, but under the calm there are unknown waves, which make people look at it at a glance but can't see the edge, and then they fall into it deeply and can't extricate themselves.

In fact, with the increase of Lin Zhimo's experience, the accumulation of knowledge, and the change of identity, now the sharp edge of his body like a sheathed sword has gradually converged, and now it is more like a spring breeze. But in Zhang Ziyi's eyes, Lin Zhimo has always been the strongest man in the world who can carry her for hours in the wind and snow.

"Knowing the ......"

Zhang Ziyi's right hand was gently placed on Lin Zhimo's face, and there was a watery tenderness in his eyes, which could melt ice and snow, soft and hard steel, and make the heroes who stood up to the sky indulge in it and become ministers under the skirt, falling into the big net woven by the love of children.

When Zhang Ziyi began to like Lin Zhimo, she herself can't tell, but she knew that she was moved by Lin Zhimo's humor when the two met for the first time, and she still contacted Lin Zhimo with a fan mentality at that time.

But slowly, Zhang Ziyi found that Lin Zhimo's shadow had been deeply engraved in her heart, whether it was his humor, his talent, his calmness, or even Lin Zhimo's every look firmly attracted her, I don't know how many nights Zhang Ziyi had Lin Zhimo in her dreams.

From then on, Zhang Ziyi knew that she would never be able to escape from Lin Zhimo's palm again, but she was willing, and even willing to fall deeper and deeper.

She sometimes feels that she is guilty of **, knowing that she is in love with a man who should not be loved, but she still does not know how to repent, she does not know how to leave, and even signed the same agent with Lin Zhimo like a moth to a fire, and now she has dedicated her most precious girl** to Lin Zhimo.

Regret it?

Not at all.

She is the kind of surname who either doesn't love or wants to love to death, so even though she knows that Lin Zhimo already has Lin Xinru's girlfriend, she still hides in the dark without regret and likes Lin Zhimo silently.

Zhang Ziyi didn't ask for much, as she once said, she only needed Lin Zhimo to keep a chair that belonged to her in her heart. (To be continued.) )