Zhong Kenan was dizzy by that smile, and suddenly held Yan Xinyi's face with both hands, she felt his body tremble, his face was so close to hers, his breath was mixed with the aroma of wine, blowing hot on her face. At this moment, she had no idea where she was, and all she saw was his excited, flushed face. She was a little stunned, looked at him fixedly, and then, he hugged her tightly, her lips pressed her lips all of a sudden, her hand involuntarily wrapped around his neck, and the joy in her heart flowed all over her body in an instant.

The cracking sound of "bang-" exploded in the silence of the night, startling the two of them to separate and sit up.

It was Luo Shuwen who broke the teacup, and the glass broke into several pieces on the ground next to the coffee table, Yan Xinyi suddenly realized that there was still a Luo Shuwen in this room, and she didn't know when Luo Shuwen left the bedside.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to pour you a hot cup of tea and accidentally broke the cup." Luo Shuwen came over and sincerely apologized.

Yan Xinyi secretly observed Luo Shuwen, her delicate and fair skin, white and shiny, and a pair of jet-black eyes like black pools, unfathomable. She knocked over the teacup, certainly not carelessly, but deliberately making a noise to disturb them. The scene just now must have fallen into her eyes.

"Why are you here?" For Luo Shuwen's appearance, Zhong Kenan was surprised and confused.

"I rushed back to the restaurant after finishing my errands, and I just saw Mr. Zhong drunk on the table, so I asked Ye Mingchao to help and send you here to rest nearby." Luo Shuwen seems to be reporting work.

Zhong Kenan looked at Yan Xinyi, "This room was booked by Ye Mingchao?" ”

Yan Xinyi nodded, "He left first." ”

Zhong Kenan's eyes looked deep and faint. After a while, he said to Luo Shuwen: "You go back and rest, it's hard for you." ”

Luo Shuwen's expression was very calm, and Zhong Kenan's words were probably already in her expectations. "I'll pour you another cup of hot tea first." She stepped over the fragments of the teacup and the flowing tea stains on the ground, brought a new cup of hot tea, and handed it to Zhong Kenan with both hands, Zhong Kenan didn't like to touch her heart, took the teacup and took two sips.

Luo Shuwen looked at him tenderly, and her lowered eyelashes cast a circle of arc-shaped shadows under her eyes. Yan Xinyi couldn't help but sigh, maybe only when facing Zhong Kenan, this noble eldest lady would have such a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes.

Zhong Kenan's gaze was cast into the void, a little blurry. There is a certain invisible melancholy on the top of his eyebrows, and his whole face looks solemn and moving, like a sculpture by a great artist, so cold, but full of spirituality and vitality.

There was no broom in the room, so Luo Shuwen went to the bathroom to get a towel, and carefully swept the debris on the ground to the side so as not to obstruct the passing, and then left with a graceful gait.

There was a sudden silence all around. was stirred up by Luo Shuwen like this, and the tenderness and sweetness of Fang Cai have long been gone.

Yan Xinyi looked at Zhong Kenan and didn't speak.

After a while, Zhong Kenan retracted his gaze and glanced at the time, it was already half past four in the morning.

"There's still a few hours, you hurry up and get some sleep, I'll go outside on the couch and sleep." Zhong Kenan was very gentlemanly and left the comfortable and soft big bed to Yan Xinyi, walked out of the room by himself, and went to the living room outside.

Yan Xinyi didn't stay, the two couldn't reach the level where they could sleep in the same bed, although she wasn't conservative, but she wasn't so open.

Lying on the bed, Yan Xinyi was almost immediately conquered by tiredness, and her heavy lead-like eyelids could no longer be opened as soon as they were closed. Even though a thousand thoughts were still rising and falling in her chest, she couldn't do anything. Consciousness has become hazy, and consciousness is in a trance. In this trance and haze, she saw that the fire was raging, and her father was walking towards the fire step by step, and he was about to disappear into the fire, and he kept walking forward. She nervously shouted, "Daddy, come back!" Come back! ”

However, she was so tired that she could no longer make a sound, and could only watch her father being engulfed in the flames, followed by a sharp cry. She jumped out of bed and woke up! Suddenly, this was the hotel room, there was no fire, nothing happened, she let out a long breath and shook her head, trying to shake off the sleepiness. Turning her head, she saw Zhong Kenan standing at the door of the room, looking at her, as if hesitating to come in. Her drowsiness was gone, and she rushed to the door, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?" ”

"Nightmare?" Zhong Kenan's eyes were full of concern, "I heard your shout, what did I dream of?" ”

"I ......" Yan Xinyi opened her mouth, there were a thousand words in her belly, but she couldn't say anything. The panic and fear in the dream were still so clear, and behind that panic and fear, there was a feeling of remorse and heartache, and she bit her lip, like a child who had made a big mistake but had nowhere to vent her grievances.

Zhong Kenan reached out and put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the sofa in the living room to sit down. There are no lights in the living room, only the light in the room is faintly projected. She snuggled into his arms, and the feeling of heartache expanded. Finally, she hugged his waist and sobbed heavily.

He stroked her long loose hair, giving her silent comfort.

"You know, I'm afraid of fire...... "I could have rushed out when I was 12 years old, my house was set on fire...... But I was too timid, too scared, and instead hid in my room bed and covered myself with a sheet...... Dad came back to save me, and I was screaming and struggling to get out...... At last...... I was rescued, but my dad was ......"

He hugged her tightly, and he could feel the pain that went deep into his bone marrow.

"I was an only child, my father was a police officer, my mother was a surgeon, and I grew up under their care, a ......flower in a greenhouse," she recounts intermittently, "They protected me very well, didn't let me touch anything that might be dangerous, like fruit knives, power strips, and never let me into the kitchen, and never let me into the open flame...... Because of this, I developed a cowardly and timid character...... After my father died, my mother was heartbroken and was in a trance for a long time, and she couldn't hold a scalpel anymore......"

He sighed clearly, this Yan Daring, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, talks about the alternative girl who eats human flesh at the dinner table, her growth path is paved with blood and tears. As an excellent psychologist, she can't cure her heart disease, and the unbearable past is like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, which may swallow her at any time. No wonder that night by the canal, she said, the river water washes away sinful souls. She felt that she had killed her father, and her soul was branded as sin.

"We, we're really in the same boat." He muttered slightly, how could he not live in the shadow of childhood, like a drowning person struggling, but he never broke free from the terrible whirlpool, and lost the ability to embrace happiness.

"Yes, Freemasonry." She muttered, at this moment, the two hearts were closer than ever, but the feeling of confusion mixed with heartache bit her heart again, two people who share the same disease, will there be a future? They are all struggling and breathing in the invisible shackles, will there be a day when they will break free and embrace freedom? But she knew very well in her heart that after being with him, she was locked by something new and intangible, locked firmly, and since she could no longer be separated, she had to save him and save herself!

They embraced silently, their consciousness gradually dimming. I don't know how long it took, Zhong Kenan felt the sweet fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose in a daze, and then a cold and soft touch came to his lips. Yan Xinyi was kissing him secretly, although it was a touch and left, it touched the ripples in his heart. He opened his eyes, and before she could leave, he reached out his left arm and clasped the back of her head with one hand, forcing her lips to fall on his lips again.

Yan Xinyi just closed his eyes at first, but later fell asleep because he was too tired, and when he woke up, he heard Zhong Kenan's even breathing, turned around, and saw his quiet sleeping face, and couldn't help but want to kiss his beautiful thin lips. acted lightly, but unexpectedly alarmed him, and was kissed by him. Her mind lost its ability to function, and his tongue nudged her lips, tempting her to open her mouth. His jaw pressed against hers, pinching her cheeks so that she could not resist, his tongue digging deep into her mouth.

The entangled figures of the two are like ambiguous silhouettes, swaying in the sound of small mutters.

He rolled over and pressed her underneath, and she went from the initial nervous resistance to wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, responding to his kiss with enthusiasm, so hot that his blood boiled. He kissed her obliviously, his reason already flying out the window, the buttons on the chest of her shirt and dress crumbling in the entanglement, and his hand went down, untying more restraints. He felt that the passion that had been stirring in his veins these days was uncontrollably bursting out of every pore of his body......

Yan Xinyi's mobile phone alarm rang at this time, alarming them.

Zhong Kenan came to his senses, he rolled over, his heart was still beating violently, but his mind became hollow in an instant, and an indescribable chagrin rose in his chest, quickly spreading to the eight veins of his limbs. Why did he treat Yan Xinyi like that, he couldn't give her any promises at the moment, how did it develop to such a point?

Yan Xinyi beside him was very silent, and the room was surprisingly quiet.

The curtains in the living room were tightly drawn, and the morning light outside the window could not penetrate in, and the interior was still dark and gloomy. Zhong Kenan got up and went to turn on the light, and with a "crackle", the light was brightly lit. Yan Xinyi on the sofa couldn't adapt to the sudden light for a while, covered her eyes with one hand, and pulled her skirt to cover her body in a panic with the other hand.