Zhong Lingxin woke up from his dream and sat up from the bed suddenly.

The lights in the basement had long since been extinguished, the darkness was as thick as ink, and there was silence all around.

Only the heart in her chest was pounding violently.

Cold sweat continued to ooze from her forehead, taking away the little warmth on her body.

"What's wrong, Lingxin?"

The warm body temperature came from the palm of her hand, instantly warming her already cold fingers.

Zhong Lingxin's heart was like a string that had gone out of tune, and suddenly jumped a few times.

She fumbled in the darkness to turn on the light on the wall, and the soft light sprinkled the room.

At this moment, there was a person kneeling beside her.

The man's eyes, clear and pure, seemed to have a shallow moonlight rippling in the middle, staring at himself without blinking.

Zhong Lingxin calmed down his heart, which was still pounding.

Her eyebrows narrowed slightly, and she immediately restrained the emotions that were about to overflow into her eyes.

Zhong Lingxin shook his head and glanced at him lightly.

"I'm fine, just had a nightmare, you can let go of my hand."

Her gaze was hazy, as if through a layer of ethereal clouds, making it impossible to see her heart.

An invisible moat lay in front of them.

It's close to her, but there's a feeling of looking at the end of the world.

Lin Yincheng's pupils shrank, and a bad premonition arose.

If at this point he let go, between him and her......

Spiritually, you will become a dream for me again.

And I can only be the dispensable person next to you?

Lin Yincheng's heart was already in chaos.

She was the only infatuation in his life, and he was unwilling and couldn't let go of his hand.

Lin Yincheng clenched Zhong Lingxin's hand and stared at her deeply, his eyes rolling.

Zhong Lingxin turned his head sideways in surprise, and the eyes of the people beside him were burning.

The two looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

The lingering affection in those eyes made her stunned.

Lin Yincheng saw that she didn't break free, and her lip line slowly pulled open like a thread, raising the best curvature.

He slowly tentatively stretched out his hand and gently landed on the back of Zhong Lingxin's head.

Slender white fingers ran over the soft short hair and pressed her to her chest.

"Did I do something wrong that that's why you look at me so coldly?"

The voice was as soft as a snowflake, but it carried an unsuppressed sadness and grievance.

Zhong Lingxin leaned against his chest in a daze, and his hand raised uncontrollably.

She gently smoothed his back, and the tense muscles slowly relaxed.

Zhong Lingxin quietly listened to the powerful heartbeat in his ears.

She felt that her heartbeat had missed a beat, and her ears were inexplicably hot.

In the room, it was quiet, only two intertwined breathing sounds.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Zhong Ling's heart suddenly came back to his senses.

There was a hint of shame in her eyes.

Zhong Lingxin pushed the person opposite away with both hands, and couldn't wait to lift the quilt.

He quickly jumped out of bed, drooped his slippers, rushed to the door, opened the door, and rushed out.

Finally, the door slammed shut.

The action was done in one go, and the speed was so fast that Lin Yincheng was stunned for a while.

He stared in the direction Zhong Lingxin had left, and his eyes were gradually filled with a little starlight.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and two sweet and intoxicating dimples loomed on his cheeks.

Zhong Lingxin touched his little heart, which was still beating wildly, and his eyes sank.

One word, what a bone scraper.

She shook her head, shaking off all the charm and restraint.

Lu Qianzhe was stunned by the sudden sound of the door closing, and his hand hanging in mid-air and knocking on the door stiffened.

Lu Qianzhe withdrew his hand and pinched his chin instead.

His eyes looked Zhong Lingxin up and down, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

The man's ears were suspiciously red, and his eyes were wandering.

Lu Qianzhe pulled the corners of his mouth, did he miss something?

Zhong Lingxin was furious by him, and he opened his eyes uncomfortably, and said angrily:

"Nothing happened between us, don't think about it."

Lu Qianzhe's deliberately exaggerated and prolonged tone was full of banter.

"Oh......"

Zhong Lingxin flew over with a murderous eye knife.

Lu Qianzhe died down in an instant, and his strong desire to survive made him suddenly remember why he came to knock on the door.

"There's a guy I don't know looking for you outside the door. But the man ...... How to say it, demonic and demonic. I didn't think he was a good guy at first glance, so I didn't dare to open the door. ”

"Demon spirit?"

Zhong Lingxin pinched his eyebrows, and the colorful figure in his mind flashed.

She hurriedly took the phone on the table.

Oops, too many things, forgot to turn it on.

A string of missed calls and text messages kept ringing, the most recent one was from Ren Mingyu.

Zhong Lingxin suddenly felt that his head was big, and he couldn't come to the door.

The heavy iron door slowly opened from the inside.

There was an unrestrained sweetness in the air, mixed with the floral scent of roses.

The men who come in unabashedly show their coquettish qualities, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

The brilliant colors on the head completely attract the attention of others.

Ren Mingyu raised his right hand, contrivedly cocked his orchid fingers, and brushed the strands of hair that fell behind his ears.

With his left hand, he took out a large handful of fiery red roses from behind him and sent them to Zhong Lingxin at once.

“Ho

EY, have you missed me these days? ”

Zhong Lingxin's face was black, and the hands on his side trembled, forcing the impulse in his heart.

She laughed helplessly twice and spat out a few words between her teeth.

"Speak human words!"

Ren Mingyu glanced at Zhong Lingxin with a puzzled face.

She's changed, she wasn't like that before.

Every time he said that, she looked at herself with a smile on her face.

Ren Mingyu couldn't help but take out a small mirror from his body.

He began to look at the face in all directions, constantly self-absorbed.

Well, every angle is so perfect, so beautiful that everyone is angry.

Especially the dazzling colored hair.

He nodded affirmatively in his heart, his beauty was still impeccable, and it must not be his problem.

He shook his head inwardly, sure enough, even people who grew up together since childhood could not be immune to his charm.

Look at those eyes that are now shining at him

Lu Qianzhe looked at the angry man in front of him, and felt inexplicably unhappy in his heart

He was like a big dog in an invaded territory, holding Zhong Lingxin behind him with a sword eyebrow.

Then, with a look of disgust, he waved his hand and slapped the tip of his nose a few times.

The smell of this man is disgusting.

Lu Qianzhe was stimulated by this smell and couldn't help but sneeze out.

The sky can tell, he really didn't mean it.

The splashing droplets instantly swayed on Ren Mingyu's body like a mist.