Mu Jinchen turned his head, looked at her deeply, and did not answer.

Xia Tian saw that his mood was wrong, leaned over to unbuckle his seat belt, and took his hand: "Come, let's go back." ”

Xia Tian rented an apartment not far from the bar, which worked until three o'clock in the morning, and she was too lazy to waste time on the road in the middle of the night, so she rented a house in a nearby community.

Fortunately, Mu Jinchen's driving distance was not too far, and it took him half an hour to walk slowly.

On quiet nights, the roads are quiet, and occasionally a few cars speed by, bringing a whistling wind. The goose-yellow lights add a touch of tenderness to the city, and the leaves on both sides of the road gently sway, quiet and gentle.

Mu Jinchen was like an obedient baby, holding her hand tightly, walking with her in the dark night, and moving forward under the stars.

He doesn't care where the front is. He didn't care where he was going. The quiet happiness of this moment is the only one he has had in five years, and he wants to experience it well.

Suddenly, he crouched down.

"Tilt, come to my back."

Xia Qian looked at the bright streets and was slightly embarrassed, "No need, I'm not tired." ”

Mu Jinchen looked at her stubbornly: "I want to carry you." ”

Xia Tian has always been so soft-hearted to him, the roots of his ears are slightly red, and he lies on his back.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he wrapped her hand around his neck. Her breath was hot and cold on the back of his neck, and with a little caution and gentleness, it warmed his heart.

He finally smiled brightly.

"Ah Chen," her voice muffled from his neck, "put me down when you're tired." ”

He smiled and looked ahead, and said softly: "Carrying you on my back, I won't be tired for the rest of my life." ”

Xia tilted his nose sour.

In the end, he is not an iron body, when he was about to arrive at the apartment complex, his pace was already a little reluctant, Xia Tian patted him on the shoulder, and he insisted on going to the ground, unwilling to tire him.

She rented a one-bedroom and one-hall finely decorated room, with not much furniture and luggage, and the space looked quite large, but she didn't expect that after Mu Jinchen entered the door, the seemingly spacious space suddenly became cramped, and every inch of her breath seemed to be filled with his breath, occupying her space.

"Is there any medicine?" He asked.

"Yes."

Xia Tian took out a small medicine box from the cabinet in the living room. She lives alone, and she is always afraid that she will encounter some accidents and will not have time to seek medical treatment, so she has prepared some common medicines.

Mu Jinchen took out the bone-setting medicine, pulled her arm, poured some and rubbed it in his palm, and rubbed it on her wound. It was a heavy blow, but fortunately he blocked some of the force in time, and the injury was not too bad. But the crimson bruise still made him unable to let go, and he was extremely distressed.

He bowed his head and kissed her bruise.

Xia tilted and shuddered.

"Dumping ......"

Mu Jinchen brushed away her long hair, exposing her snow-white neck, and her lips slowly rose along her arms, imprinted on the back of her neck.

"I miss you so much."

Xia tilted his head and stood up: "Ah Chen, don't be like this." ”

But he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back, and she fell, and he rolled over, his arms trapping her in the couch.

"Dump, I want to have you."

"Ah Chen, don't, don't ......"

The voice was muffled back by him.

Gently, tentatively, carefully, little by little open her teeth, entangled with her taste, her fragrance, her sweetness, he tasted slowly.

Poisoned, addicted, obsessed, over and over again, over and over again, unable to control themselves.