Wu Zhiyuan's heart moved, this opportunity to be alone with Sheng Wanxiang for a night was really unwanted, he was naturally willing in his heart, but considering Sheng Wanxiang's reputation, his status was low, and he could have no scruples, Sheng Wanxiang was a daughter, if it was rumored, there would always be a suspicion that he could not be cleared.

"This ...... Not really. Wu Zhiyuan was entangled in his heart and looked embarrassed.

"I don't mind, you squirm and pinch it instead?" Sheng Wanxiang was slightly angry and coquettish, she was originally a cheerful and straightforward person, and she didn't care about this secular concept, but she was willing to let Wu Zhiyuan stay, but for two other reasons, one was that the situation was forced, and the scar was strong They were searching closely outside, Wu Zhiyuan walked out of the tiger's mouth, he had no way out, he could only stay; The second is that Sheng Wanxiang has a faint good impression of Wu Zhiyuan in her heart, this feeling has never been there, if Wu Zhiyuan leaves now, she will be a little reluctant.

At the age when love first blossoms, the good impression of the opposite sex can easily be sublimated into another feeling. Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang are both at this age, and no one is immune.

"Well, that's all there is to it. But your father's men all know me, and tomorrow in broad daylight, how are you going to take me out of the city? Wu Zhiyuan looked at Sheng Wanxiang and doubted her ability.

"Hmph, Miss Ben dares to speak, and she can do it. I'm the best at makeup, as long as I turn you into a girl, won't you be able to swagger out of the middle with me? Sheng Wanxiang looked at Wu Zhiyuan, and kept nodding and complimenting, "Look at you, your face is white and clean, and you are quite delicate, and you will definitely be fascinated by those rice buckets if you dress up as a girl." ”

Sheng Wanxiang's praise was simply ironic in Wu Zhiyuan's opinion, he didn't want to be dressed as a man or a woman, and wanted to refuse this method, but he really couldn't think of a more reliable plan, so he was silent for a while.

Sheng Wanxiang picked up a piece of clothing and walked to the door of the bathroom, threw a sentence at Wu Zhiyuan, "No peeping", and then turned around and closed the door. Wu Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Leaving himself in the room, Wu Zhiyuan was no longer so restrained, and looked at the layout of the room at will. The whole room is pink, and the floor is covered with a beige carpet, which is soft and comfortable to step on, and Wu Zhiyuan has never seen it in his life. There are two pots of spider plants on the windowsill, the greenery brings a little vitality to this pink boudoir, and there are more than a dozen books of different thicknesses on the shelves, and the etiquette of poetry and books is involved. Next to the bookshelf is a spacious bed, with a soft brocade quilt on the couch, which must be very comfortable to lie on without trying, and the pink gauze tent gently sways with the night breeze, making this warm room even more beautiful.

Wu Zhiyuan was in this female boudoir full of faint fragrance, and he couldn't help but think about it, and his thoughts flew to the clouds, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness invaded, this time the feeling came very quickly, Wu Zhiyuan secretly said "not good", I didn't expect this strange disease to really haunt me, and before I could react, the whole person collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

When Wu Zhiyuan woke up again, he found that the room was pitch black, the windows had been closed, and the curtains had been drawn, and the moonlight was unknown. He moved slightly, and felt that he was lying in an extremely comfortable place, covered with a thick quilt.

"Where am I lying here?" Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, suddenly he felt something move in his chest, Wu Zhiyuan subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, it was actually a hand, that hand was delicate and soft, the fingers were slender, and it felt very comfortable to touch, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but pinch it a few times.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded in his ear, followed by a faint fragrance.

Wu Zhiyuan realized that the person next to him turned out to be Sheng Wanxiang, and he was lying on Sheng Wanxiang's bed, and what was even more out of the ordinary was that he felt Sheng Wanxiang hugging him tightly. He didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly touched his clothes, and found that his whole body was completely clothed, and he sighed.

"Are you still cold?" Sheng Wanxiang stretched out her hand from the darkness to test the temperature of Wu Zhiyuan's forehead.

Wu Zhiyuan only felt Sheng Wanxiang's hot palm groping from his chin to the forehead, touching his mouth, nose and eyes, and finally touching his forehead, and then removing his hand from his forehead.

"I ...... How did I end up here? Wu Zhiyuan asked in a whisper, he could only remember that he suddenly fainted, and he didn't know anything about what happened later.

"After I changed my clothes and came out, I saw you fainting on the ground, chilling, so I helped you to the bed and covered you with a quilt, you were still very cold and kept shivering, so I ......" Sheng Wanxiang whispered in Wu Zhiyuan's ear, the voice became smaller and smaller, and it was as thin as a mosquito and a fly after the worst, and I couldn't hear it.

Wu Zhiyuan instantly understood, it turned out that she had a strange illness, and the symptoms of chills after fainting frightened Sheng Wanxiang, she helped herself to the bed, and in order to keep herself warm, she got into the quilt and hugged him until she woke up leisurely.

For a while, Wu Zhiyuan's mood was indescribable, he didn't expect Sheng Wanxiang to use such an almost extreme method to alleviate his illness for the sake of his reputation without estimating him. Growing up so big, only his mother would treat him with this kind of meticulous care, especially after running away from home and coming to Qingdao, the heat and coldness of the world made him feel the indifference and ruthlessness between people, but at this moment, Sheng Wanxiang lying beside him brought a trace of warmth to his cold heart.

Wu Zhiyuan's heart suddenly surged with emotion, he turned his head sideways to look at Sheng Wanxiang, Sheng Wanxiang's expression was not clear in the darkness, but she exhaled like an orchid, and her increasingly rapid breathing made Wu Zhiyuan feel her true existence.

Just by feeling, Wu Zhiyuan gently kissed Sheng Wanxiang, maybe it was because he had a heart, this kiss happened to kiss Sheng Wanxiang's lips, Wu Zhiyuan felt that her lips were hot, and she was panting, obviously more nervous than Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan was burning, but he only did this step and stopped abruptly, in his opinion, this has greatly violated ethics and morality, and has been intolerable by the world's customs and customs.

The two of them lay like this, and neither of them moved, not only because they were infatuated by the wonderful feeling of this hug, but also because they both felt that the first person to move must say a few words to match the action while moving, so as to hide the embarrassment of breaking the peaceful atmosphere. But the two of them have exactly the same thoughts, and they both like this feeling of hugging each other on a blind date, and it is difficult to speak.

Time passed slowly, and the room was surprisingly quiet, as if you could hear the sound of space flowing. Wu Zhiyuan gradually stabilized his mind, and at the same time felt that Sheng Wanxiang's breathing gradually calmed down, which showed that the most primitive desires in the hearts of the two of them had calmed down.

Sheng Wanxiang was so close to his side, which made Wu Zhiyuan feel sweet and safe, and a strange thought flashed in his heart, how good it would be if he could be like tonight every night.

A soft feeling came from his hand, Wu Zhiyuan found that he was still pinching Sheng Wanxiang's slender jade hand, the fingers were smooth and slender, soft as boneless, and the feeling of pinching in his hand was very comfortable, as if there was an electric current coming from Sheng Wanxiang's fingers, which made him love it, so he slowly reached out and held Sheng Wanxiang's slender hand in the palm of his hand.

Neither of them made any big moves, but Wu Zhiyuan really felt that Sheng Wanxiang's hand also responded, holding his hand tightly.

Maybe this is the mutual joy of the two loves, they don't talk much to each other but their hearts are connected, and the other party's hearts are already clear. The two held hands tightly like this, enjoying a quiet and beautiful time.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound at the door, and the silence of midnight contrasted the faint sound very clearly, followed by a "click" of unlocking from the doorknob.

Wu Zhiyuan's heart was shocked, and at the same time, he felt the hand of Sheng Wanxiang held in his palm tighten suddenly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Wu Zhiyuan whispered comfort in Sheng Wanxiang's ear, and at the same time stretched his hand under his waist and felt out the bloody knife.

Sheng Wanxiang really calmed down a lot when she heard this, and lay down on the bed, maintaining her original sleeping position. Wu Zhiyuan quietly turned over and got out of bed, hiding under the desk at the head of the bed.

The door clicked a few more times, and there was a brief silence, and then the doorknob turned slightly, and the door opened. Wu Zhiyuan saw a figure flash into the room, quietly closed the door, and walked straight towards Sheng Wanxiang who was lying on the bed.