The next day, when the sky was bright, the flowers were buried in the green leaves, and the flowers were decorated with early morning dewdrops, which only felt very delicate.

On the bed, two figures slept around each other.

The man encircled the woman's whole body and rubbed her into his arms.

The woman's head rested on one of the man's arms, and one hand fell on his waist, which was covered with the marks of affection, and the white arm seemed to be dyed with color. Her legs were intertwined and she headed for him, and she slept as badly as ever.

He Yan's eyelids moved slightly, her head was a little dizzy, her whole body was extremely sore, as if she was falling apart, and she wanted to take it and rub her eyes, but she felt a burst of heat coming from her hand, with ups and downs.

She whispered her eyes open, and in front of her was a majestic chest, on which there were faint stab wounds from the first time she saw him. There were still marks on his shoulders from his fingernails, and he was a little red, but it was far less red than the red she had vaguely seen on his body last night, thinking it was because of the drinking.

She slowly remembered everything last night, she knew that it was her own initiative, and she seduced him step by step, and sank here together. She did not regret it, and gave him everything she had most preciously, just because she was open to him wholeheartedly, and the two hearts were tightly embraced together, just like the two who were honest with each other at this moment.

Her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, the corners of her mouth were smiling, and she wanted to get up, but it was the pain that pulled her lower body. She had to snort, just lie obediently, not wanting to move. My waist is a little sore, my eyes are a little swollen and painful, I guess I cried for a long time last night.

She swept her whole body slightly, only to see that there was nothing on her body that was the same, full of bruises and red marks. lowered his head slightly, and saw that the snow-white place even left nail marks, which were extremely red. She scolded him secretly, but it was really fierce, leaving many marks on her body, which made her feel sore and weak.

She yawned, her eyelids heavy, and she tried to sleep again. She didn't think much about it, her eyes closed slowly, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and shadows were reflected under her eyes, so she was so tired that she fell asleep again.

The hands and feet were still wrapped around the man's body, but he ignored them.

It's early spring, the air is still a little cool, and having a big stove next to you is a good idea to sleep well.

After a while, Shen Jing slowly opened his eyes, and as far as he could see, there were a few strands of jet-black hair, and he came back to his senses all of a sudden. With a smile in his eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her head, the tip of his nose lingering with the smell that belonged to her, which made his heart flutter and he was a little distracted.

The sound of her breathing could be heard in his ears, and she slept extremely quietly. He pulled his arm from her neck.

But he couldn't pull it out for a while, it was numb.

He chuckled uncontrollably, but she was still asleep soundly, not disturbing her at all. He finally pulled out one of his arms, and he moved, and when he saw that his legs were wrapped around her, he gave up.

He put his arm around and turned sideways, just looking at her.

On her white porcelain face, a pair of eyes were so tired that she couldn't open them, and she fell asleep deeply. Her red lips were a little cracked, and they were her own masterpiece.

He had blocked the pink tender last night, but he still broke it, presumably because she had endured it. He wrapped her hand around his neck, intending to let her grab it or bite him on the shoulder so he wouldn't feel sorry for her.

His slender knuckles gently caressed her lips, causing her to frown, presumably stinging. He withdrew the hand from his lips and moved his hand to her eyebrows, unwilling for her to frown, as if he had seen the appearance of an old lady.

The hand went down from the tail of her eyebrows, to her eyes that had not rested last night, and then to her small nose, touching it little by little, as if she was afraid of breaking it.

He seemed to be trying to determine whether she really existed, and his hand was her heat, dyed with her sweet taste, and he was reluctant to withdraw his hand for a while. His hand rested on the tip of her nose, which was no longer red, and he remembered something, but grinned the corners of his mouth to the tips of his ears.

One looked down, her clothes were in her eyes, and the other hugged her tightly in his arms. The skin felt her closeness, bringing bursts of tingling, nephrite in the arms, so comfortable.

He knew what she tasted like last night, but he drank alcohol, and his reaction was a little delayed. Now people are in their arms, the whole person is as soft as last night, and last night was soft into a puddle of spring water, each with its own unique taste.

"You are mine, only mine!" His mouth overflowed with touching words, with a bit of early morning coolness.

After a few days of traveling, coupled with the frolic of the two last night, he was also tired, so he slowly fell asleep with her in his arms.

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"Ah Yan, get up and eat." Shen Jing gently shook the person on the bed, and when he got up in the afternoon, he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he dressed her.

She opened her worried eyes, but she couldn't get up when she wanted to, and her waist was still soft.

He couldn't help but laugh when he looked at her from the side, his eyes full of doting.

She was so tired that she wasn't in high spirits, and she didn't want to pay attention to his laughing behavior, but just forced herself to get up.

Shen Jing naturally couldn't see her get up so hard, so he had to help her up and put a soft pillow behind her for her to lean on. Then he raised his eyes to look at her, and arranged a few strands of hair on her forehead that were slightly messy,

She didn't have a few annoying hairs to scratch her, but her body and mind were much more relaxed. She wanted to take the bowl in his hand, but she couldn't lift it, so she had to look at him stupidly like a deflated balloon.

Her stomach was already hungry, so she could only look at the man.

When he saw her lovely appearance, his heart softened, and he reached out and rubbed his hair, but he pressed down a few strands of flowing hair, and just smiled and said, "I'll feed you." ”

He took the spoon and circled it around the edge of the bowl before scooping it towards her mouth.

She opened her mouth, and the thing touched her lips, but it hurt so much that tears were about to fall. The taste in the lips and teeth is no match for the stinging in the mouth.

He swerved that he had to put the spoon into her mouth precisely, trying not to touch her wound.

Spoonful after spoonful, the bowl gradually emptied, he let go of the empty bowl, his eyes glanced at her mouth, his lips were stained with wetness, and the projection was crystal clear, and he couldn't help but want to taste the fragrance.

That's what he thinks, that's what he does.

He Yan only remembered that his lips were cold, and the moment he put it on her lips, the tingling sensation dissipated a little. His kiss was long, slender, and gradual, until it was like swallowing her down.

The kiss ended with her breathing being sluggish, her eyes clouded with moisture, her lips red and swollen, and her breath unsteady.

He waited for her to recover, and then he took her delicate and boneless hand, wrapped her hand tightly in his palm, and looked into her eyes with an extremely serious expression.

"Ayan, I like you!" He said this word by word, and if his heart could be pulled out, he must have already taken it out.

He rolled his throat and asked softly, "You are happy with me too, right?" ”

His tone was uncertain, he was afraid that she was drunk last night and messed up sex, but he also felt precious.

She seems to be hiding it from people, but last night he finally let himself go, and he also had an unexpected joy, the young man he liked was a woman. Last night's joy swallowed up all his sanity, leading to a night-like dream.

"Shen Jing, I like you." She said all her thoughts, "I didn't know how to like it before, but since I met you, a heart has haunted you." ”

She looked at him, remembering something that only he didn't know, "I didn't mean to lie to you, I don't know how to tell you" I'm afraid you'll be angry with me for lying to you

He hugged her into his arms, "It's not important, we don't want to keep secrets in the future, okay?" ”

"Okay."

He let go of her and let her lie down and continue to rest, "You rest a little longer, and in a few days, we will continue on our way." ”

"Okay."

"You're so good!" Her quiet appearance is as lovable as when she was drunk.

He sat beside her bed, watching her quiet sleeping face, wishing that time would stop forever.

A pigeon stopped by the window and made a soft cry, and he made sure she didn't react, and pulled out the hand in her arms, he knew that she had always been in the habit of sleeping with something in her arms, and he only thought it was cute.

He went softly to the window, took the white dove, took the message at its feet, and let the bird go.

He read the message on the note, his face was not good for a while, and there was anxiety in his eyes, how to tell her, and how not to let her go?

As night falls, the moon plunges into the night, and the stars around it twinkle.

In front of him was the round table, on which was placed a steaming meal, just waiting for the person in the bed to savor it together.

He Yan woke up again and found the man sitting at the table in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a day's sleep, she finally regained some strength and sat up slowly with her body propped up. Her sparse sound didn't attract the man, and He Yan knew what he must be thinking.

She got up herself, took the coat beside her, put it on casually, bent on her shoes, and went to him.

The pain in her body was involved as soon as she moved, and she couldn't help but gasp for a breath, and then she cautiously walked towards him.

He came behind him, his hand tapping unconsciously on the table, and sure enough, he was thinking. His face was a little tired, and her hand naturally stroked his head, massaging him, trying to relieve him of the pressure.

He felt the soft touch of his head, and then thought about who it was, his brow furrowed, and he turned away, and the woman was standing in front of him.

He pulled her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, sniffed her scent, and felt refreshed.

"What's wrong with you, what's going on?"

"Nothing." Ayan, I don't want you to take the risk, I hope you can forgive me

He said, "Ah Yan, I'll leave first in a few days, and you wait for me to pick you up."

"We're all in this together."

"Do you believe me?"

"Hmm."

"Then you wait here for me."

"Okay."

Shen Jing hugged her tightly, and after all, he didn't want her to step into that dangerous place.

I'll take care of you!