They lay facing each other, quietly looking at each other, looking into the depths of each other's eyes.

His eyes were sparkling, and something was shining. The palm of his right hand was against her arm, and the raised scar reminded her that it wasn't a dream.

She blinked, tears welling up in her eyes again. Why would she be so sad when she looked into his eyes? The heart is like a knife, and it's her who is crying. But why did she feel that it seemed to be him who was crying and grief-stricken at the moment?

Is he blaming himself again?

Blame yourself for causing her to be hurt, blame yourself for "killing" Wang, right?

She couldn't help but reach out and stroke his cheek, don't be sad, don't cry, Wen Yan. She shouted in her heart, but she herself burst into tears.

Wen Yan put her right hand on the back of her hand and slowly closed her eyes, as if she was feeling the comfort and comfort of her soul.

Time passed silently, and the electronic clock skipped another two minutes.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and they were as deep as the sea. The palm of his hand rested on the back of her head, and then he approached her heartily and slowly, until, softly, kissed her teary eyes.

He moved down little by little, and gently kissed every inch of his face and skin with tears, like a breeze blowing through the devastated earth, like a glimmer of light covering the surface of a frozen lake.

Her eyes were closed, and her whole body trembled slightly, as if she was running away and looking forward to it. What escapes is the panic and restlessness of the heart, and what is longing is the warmth that soothes the pain.

And when the kiss was about to fall on her lips, he stopped, was it hesitation? I don't know, he just looked straight at her, watching every inch of her, every eyelash line, every lip texture.

She slowly opened her eyes, and faced him in a daze, who kept the kiss in the motion.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, "You can not, as long as you, I'll stop." ”

As soon as the words fell, a kiss fell.

There are no lights in the room, but in front of the bright moon bed, they are bathed in the moonlight, and they can see every detail of each other's faces.

It was a tender, long kiss, and she was about to suffocate, but he still didn't want to part.

That's enough, that's enough, he told himself.

But with her tighter in his arms, and their whole bodies fit together, he wanted more, more......

He gradually pushed harder, licking the tip of his tongue on her lips over and over again, a silent invitation, a bold temptation.

And she, from closing her eyes tightly, to opening her eyes wide, she put her hands on his chest, trying to push them away, but her limbs were weak.

A voice asks itself in my head: What do you think? What do you think? What do you think......

What did she think? I don't know, she really doesn't know......

Finally, she couldn't hold it anymore, and a broken cry of pain overflowed between her lips and teeth, and she was really about to faint from lack of oxygen.

He let go of her in an instant, and the two of them were heartbeats like drums for a while, but they were relatively speechless. He reached out to remove her slightly wet bangs, wiped off the sweat from her head, and then, reluctantly, his fingers ran over the contours of her lips.

She pulled the quilt up, as if that would hold her heartbeat from him. He patted her on the head and motioned for her to close her eyes and go to sleep.

She closed her eyes obediently, and tiredness came over her, and she didn't know who lost consciousness first, but she knew that when the moon gradually dimmed, when the sun lit up, they embraced each other and slept peacefully......