After the two soup chickens came back, they bathed and changed their clothes, and the lonely bird prepared ginger tea early, with a big bowl for each person.

At this moment, Rong Zhao and Xiao Junjue each had a bowl of ginger tea in their hands, sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other.

Rong Zhao doesn't like to drink ginger the most, and Xiao Junjue doesn't like to drink either, he almost doesn't pick his mouth, but he doesn't like ginger either.

"Do you have to drink it?" Rong Zhao held the medicine and looked at Xiao Junjue bitterly.

"Yes, of course. Xiao Junjue affirmed, and handed his bowl to Rong Zhao, "One bowl is not enough, drink two bowls." ”

Rong Zhao pushed away, "You don't want to rely on me, I just drenched it for a small time, but you drenched it for a few hours, you should drink it more." She gave her own to Xiao Junjue, "In this way, you drink two bowls." ”

"Okay, let's not be polite to either of us, let's drink together. Xiao Junjue had a posture of doing it first for respect, holding her breath, and poured it into it in one gulp.

Jiang Wei Chong, staring into his nose, he suspected that Qiushui put a pound of ginger when he made it.

After drinking, he lied to Rong Zhao, "It tastes good, it's not so bad." ”

It is said that Rong Zhao is a person who is not even afraid of suffering in traditional Chinese medicine, but this one is a bit difficult, but when he saw Xiao Junjue drink it dryly, he pinched his nose and took a sip.

After a mouthful, his face was deformed, he stretched out his tongue, fanned and fanned, and said vaguely: "This is what you said tastes good?"

Xiao Junjue pinched her little tongue and said jokingly, "I mean you taste good." ”

The corners of Rong Zhao's eyes were full of spring, and there was a fluctuation, like autumn waves, and he slanted at Xiao Junjue, "Deng's disciple." ”

"Dengzizi?" Xiao Junjue asked people to remove the bowl, wait for the bed veil to hang down, and then scoop Rong Zhao into his arms, "Today is me who you kissed, according to your usual scolding me, you should be a disciple." ”

Rong Zhao was ashamed, hung his chest, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What? Isn't it okay?"

"Okay, I wish I could. Xiao Junjue slowly pressed Rong Zhao down, "However, you took advantage of me, I have to pay it back." As he spoke, his lips pressed against Rong Zhao's lips involuntarily.

"How can there be anything like you. Rong Zhao's tongue slipped out of his mouth, and it was not easy to say a word, and he hooked it again.

Xiao Junjue carefully put her on the bed, one arm from her back up, the palm fixed her head, the lips went deeper, and when Rong Zhao softened and stopped struggling, slowly moved down, and walked around her neck.

Rong Zhao squinted her eyes slightly, there was a blurry candlelight in her eyes, she put her hands on Xiao Junjue's chest, and there was a slight resistance, "Don't~hmm~" A shameful moan overflowed from her end, and she was even more embarrassed.

Xiao Junjue's breathing became heavier, and she was not satisfied, she just stroked her through her clothes, hooked up her skirt, and stretched it in, like a prairie fire, burning her body to only a puddle of water.

Rong Zhao was even more shy, "No, no." She grabbed his hand and tried to push him away. But his whole body was limp, and he had no strength.

Xiao Junjue took a deep breath on her, and her lips kissed her collarbone as if she didn't exist, "Zhaozhao, I'm a normal man, I've been putting up with it for a long time. ”

He was pressed against Rong Zhao's leg, and it was obvious that he could feel the stiffness change, and the heat almost burned her clothes. Rong Zhao's wheezing worsened, his face and neck were red and pink, and his voice was intermittent, "I'm pregnant." ”

While she was talking, Xiao Junjue had already torn off the two straps on her shoulders, and the white flesh had been exposed to the air. Xiao Junjue leaned down and grabbed the touch of cherry red, "I'll be careful, the doctor said, it's not in the way at this time." ”

Rong Zhao looked down at him, the man buried his head in her arms, like a hungry wolf who had been hungry for a long time, her arms around his arms became tighter and tighter, and finally she couldn't hold on, and let out that shameful voice.

The bed creaked incessantly, the room seemed to be filled with wind, and the moonlight shone on the curtain, and the water rippled.

After asking for water twice, Rong Zhao'an lay quietly in Xiao Junjue's arms, it was dark, but he was not sleepy.

Her face was full of red clouds, and her warm breath sprayed on Xiao Junjue's skin, as if she didn't dare to face him, and kept her head down.

She was really seduced, and she was ashamed to do such a thing, her innocence.

Twice, once seduced, once, as if she was still unfulfilled and took the initiative.

But she can't be blamed, Xiao Junjue is like a roundworm in her stomach, and how to make her most comfortable is simply in his applause. I don't know how many women he has had before, and he will know women's bodies so well.

"Zhaozhao, are you nervous?" Xiao Junjue took the hand she had placed on his chest and unconsciously beat it, and kissed it.

Rong Zhao slapped him lightly on the mouth, glanced at him, and quickly lowered his head, and said with a smile: "Who-who is nervous!"

"But your heart is beating so fast. Xiao Junjue smiled, lowered her head to her ear, and stole another kiss.

The two of them hugged each other, and her heart was close to him, and it was difficult to ignore it, and it was really fast, as if it was about to pop out.

Rong Zhao hurriedly popped out, "How can there be?" She panicked, turned over, turned her back to Xiao Junjue and gasped for a few breaths, closed her eyes tightly, and wanted to fall asleep quickly.

But where did she sleep, the more she wanted to sleep, the more she couldn't sleep, and closing her eyes was all the shy things she had just done.

After a while, a heavy wheezing sound disturbed her slightly calm heart, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xiao Junjue staring at her with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing, you don't sleep yet. Rong Zhao lowered his eyelashes and didn't dare to look directly.

At this time, Xiao Junjue was half-naked, with distinct muscles, and strong chest muscles made her think of the scene where the two people were naked and glued together just now.

Her back could feel every inch of muscle in his chest fluctuate.

Xiao Junjue's fingers rubbed on her cheeks, and her gaze slowly deepened, like a pool of deep spring condensed into Rong Zhao's eyes, "I've been struggling before, bent on making you remember everything, since your accident, my heart has been hurting, and it has never stopped." ”

Rong Zhao opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes concealed the fragility in his heart, which made her feel distressed.

"I think it was God who punished me, and when you loved me, I didn't know how to cherish it, so I took back your love. But you know what? Being loved is also addictive, and once love is no longer given, I'm as vulnerable as those addicts who lose what makes them addicted. Your resistance, your rejection, your disgust, are like a sword stabbing me all over my body, but I know that I have suffered it myself, and I must bear it. ”

Rong Zhao involuntarily raised his hand to touch his face, "So, no matter what I do, hit you or scold you, you endure it, is it to punish yourself?"

They had never spoken so calmly, and she had rejected him so much before, that she had closed the door between them, and she didn't even have the patience to listen to him.

But feelings are such an unguardable thing, and the rain silently penetrates into the other party's heart.

Xiao Junjue grabbed her hand and pressed it on her face, deadly, "I just want to, then my heart won't hurt so much." But it's useless, without your love, I'm miserable. ”

Rong Zhao tried hard to think back to the past, but he couldn't remember anything, "I used to love you very much?" she took the initiative to ask for the first time.

Xiao Junjue nodded desperately, there was a mist in his eyes, and he said firmly: "Yes." Hugging her, it's like being willing to share a body with her, "You're a stupid girl, a crazy girl, you've been doing everything in your life, reckless, you even love someone vigorously, and you almost took your life into it." ”

Rong Zhao touched the scar on her chest, she really couldn't accept the imperfections in her body, this scar had always been haunted, and she thought it was a scar left by Xiao Junjue's bullying.

"Yes, this is it, you silly girl, you almost died. Xiao Junjue lowered her head and kissed the place, and the scar was still there.

Its practical scar removal ointment that he used before can be removed, but Rong Zhao, who has always loved beauty as much as his life, unusually refuses to remove it. She said she was going to keep it so he would always remember.

She wants him Xiao Junjue to always remember that she loves him and can't even take her life.

Rong Zhao listened to him quietly, she had never been as willing to know about their past as she is now.

"Even before coming to Meishan, I still don't give up, I think our love started here, maybe it will help you recover your memory. I tried my best to tell you everything that happened in Meishan, although you were not interested, but I didn't give up. Because I don't want our common memories to be remembered only by me, but not by you. But to this day, what you said made me feel relieved. ”

"What words?" asked Rong Zhao.

Xiao Junjue smiled, like a breeze, "You say you don't remember, you don't remember." Yes, it's me who is too attached and suffers because of this attachment. It's what you want me to figure out, to let me go of the pain I used to have. As long as we are together in this life, as long as you have me in your heart from now on, why should I stick to the past, we are still young and have a lot of future, we can create more memories, instead of just thinking about the memories of the past. ”

He hugged Rong Zhao, his eyes burned, and he rushed into the sky like thousands of fireworks, exuding a gorgeous and dazzling brilliance in the dark night, "Zhao Zhao thank you, thank you for liking me again and falling in love with me." ”

His warm lips were pressed against Rong Zhao's forehead, his lips had full and delicate lines, and his ten fingers were tightly clenched, as if he held all the joy and gratitude in his hands.

Rong Zhao stared at him deeply and moved his lips a few times.

Today's words were not impulsive, just like words that had been stored in her heart for a long time, and she said them in one go.

She didn't know when she liked Xiao Junjue, maybe it was when she fell off the rockery, maybe it was earlier, or maybe, even if she lost her memory, some things would still have memories.

She is in love with him, in love with him, she must say it and let him know.

And now, she knows even more that it is such a happy thing to give love.

Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed, and she let out an "oops".