Her hair was disheveled, like a waterfall, black and shiny. The long eyelashes hung down, and the fan-shaped shadows reflected in the dim wall lamp.

Only then did he realize that when they met again many years later, he had never really looked at her.

Her skin was very white, the bridge of her nose was very straight, and the pure color was light, the kind of red that was dyed.

The most beautiful thing is her eyes.

The corners of the eyes are upturned and narrow, typical but Danfeng eyes.

Her eyes were slightly open at the moment, as if she were looking at him, and she didn't know if she was looking at him. There was a sadness in her eyes. It was rare for her to be so well-behaved and submissive, and in all his memories, she was sharp and sharp. It's just that she is like this, and she is pitiful and loved.

Qin Shijin had tenderness rising in his heart, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to drink water?" ”

Lu Zhanyan nodded, and he went to pour a glass of water.

He held her up and let her lean into his arms to drink.

She drank slowly, taking small sips.

It's just that he has never treated people in such a nuanced way, I don't know if she has drunk enough, but she still maintains a posture.

But she stopped drinking, and the water overflowed from the corners of her mouth and flowed down her neck.

He hurriedly put the glass of water away, only to see her eyelashes trembling slightly, there was a different style.

Qin Shijin's heart moved, and he didn't know where this thought came from.

Or because the light was too dim, he couldn't help himself, and lowered his head and kissed her.

Her lips were cold, but they were exceptionally soft, and when she kissed, she seemed to have a fatal attraction, tightly absorbing him and making him unable to extricate himself.

Lu Zhanyan just let him kiss, her breath gradually became messy, and her hands were weakly holding the corners of the quilt.

At the end of the kiss, the deep condensation in Qin Shijin's eyes had been dyed by lust.

He looked at her, lips he had just warmed. It's slightly red and swollen, but it's getting more and more attractive. He's not Megumi Yanagishita, but he's not a saint either, his sanity is still the only thing left at the moment, and he doesn't want to touch her in such a situation, so he doesn't let himself continue.

Qin Shijin let go of his hand and was about to put her down.

But she wouldn't let him go, she desperately wanted to grab something.

Lu Zhanyan leaned towards his chest, let go of the quilt with his little hand, and instead held the corner of his clothes.

Her childish actions were like a heavy blow, which made Qin Shijin's heart ripple constantly.

He called her name, "Lu Zhanyan." ”

Her ears were buzzing, she couldn't hear what he was saying, her brain was so confused that she couldn't do it, her reason could no longer function normally, it was like a computer that had been running for many years, and finally one day she turned off automatically, just longing for darkness so that she could hide in it.

Lu Zhanyan snuggled her body to him, instinctively leaned towards him, her eyes were dim and hazy, and finally kissed him on the lips.

She didn't know how to continue, just kissed like that.

Qin Shijin's heart tightened by her, his throat fluctuated up and down, and the last chain of reason also broke and disintegrated. The most emotional relationship with each other, the lingering of the body is so directly compatible, as if they should have been a natural pair. And he was already ready to shoot.

Qin Shijin bit her lightly and whispered in her ear, "You little thing!" ”

How could he have known that she could be so soft?

At this moment, she and him are closely attached, skin to skin, her softness, her fragrance, her everything, there is not a single gap.

Fiery, violent, as if to break through those pasts, so that in addition to the pain, there was a trace of release.

The two bodies intertwined and collided repeatedly, continuously, like this......

The night outside the window, I don't know when there is a hint of obscurity.

The dawn will come.

The room was dark, the curtains were all closed, and the air still smelled of alcohol and love.

There was the sound of dressing, followed by the sound of washing, then footsteps, and finally the sound of the door closing.

There was a person lying on the side of the big bed, and Lu Zhanyan's eyes were originally closed, but they opened the moment the door closed.

It was so quiet and hazy all around, and her gaze fell on the curtains.

In the corner of the edge, there was a golden red sunlight pouring in, and you could tell that the sky outside was already bright.

Everything from last night is slowly and clearly unfolding in front of my eyes. In fact, in the second half of the night, she had already woken up. However, she could only deliberately pretend to be drunk and pretend to sleep.

She gathered the quilt and buried herself deep in it, wanting to cry, but found that she couldn't.

After lying quietly for a while, Lu Zhanyan didn't feel sleepy at all, lifted the quilt and got up. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt soreness and almost collapsed. She gritted her teeth and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, then she picked up her clothes and put them back on before leaving.

Her satchel on the bedside table.

Lu Zhanyan walked over to get it, but when she approached, she found that there was a note pressed under the bag.

She looked down and saw the vigorous handwriting on the note, and a line of words was written in a fluttering manner.

- Wake up and contact me.

There is no signature, but it is an order, such a self-respecting way is really so dictatorial that it is unspeakable, and even his handwriting is so domineering.

Lu Zhanyan raised the corners of his mouth, but just smiled.

She picked up her satchel and turned away.