Xi Yao's door suddenly opened, and she woke up from her sleep, and her sleepy eyes saw him with long silver-white hair, and he was close at hand.

"Xi?" Before Xi Yao could get up, he had already lifted the quilt on her body, and he had already pressed on her, tearing off the single clothes on her body, and there was a chill in his chest.

Xi Yao didn't understand the situation, and she couldn't understand the anger on Xi's face, but she couldn't know what he was doing and what he was going to do. Her sleepiness was gone in an instant, her whole nerves tensed, she grabbed his hand, trying to stop him, she shook her head, "Don't ......"

Xi's cold eyes glanced at the hand that stopped him, could such a thin and slender hand stop him? Such an eyesore, or just concave it? Or kill it quieter, not noisy, but she has no honor of death.

Xi Yao would not refuse, but he clearly didn't really want her now, the disdain and indifference in her blue eyes were like frost and snow, and she pleaded, "Don't, Xi." ”

Xi didn't hesitate, grabbed Xi Yao's hand, crossed her two wrists, clasped one hand tightly, and pressed her backhand on the bed board above Xi Yao's head, making her unable to move, and at the same time, neatly ripped off the layer of clothing covering her body.

The contemptuous eyes roughly swept over this carcass, ridiculous, what else can be covered, she has already been looked at, where did she come from to be shy at the moment?

He came to the real thing, and Xi Yao, who was restrained, suddenly felt bad, and shouted in a panic: "Xi! don't! don't! don't ...... like this."

He put his other hand around her white neck, and the tips of a few fingers were clasped on the bed boards on either side of her neck, and even if the tiger's mouth was against her throat, he didn't mind suffocating and uncomfortable her. He leaned down, his cold lips unmistakably bullied the noisy and restless lips, and the tip of his tongue that probed into her mouth had a trace of hot breath, occupying the limited space in her mouth, no matter how the soft and nervous tip of the tongue dodged, he was accurately entangled.

No, he didn't really want her at all, they both knew each other and knew it well. But the more nervously she resisted, the more he didn't want to let go.

He refused to let go, she could only raise her head, just to breathe, but there was no extra space at all, she couldn't tell whether her consciousness was drained by the lack of oxygen or the only remaining consciousness was robbed by his deep kiss.

It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this, Xi Yao tried to break free of Xi's hand, clenched her fingers, and her nails grew, but she only poked her palm, but in vain.

Her fangs also made a final resistance at the same time, cutting the tip of his tongue, Xi Yao's mouth had a hint of blood, he paused for a moment, frowned in displeasure, opened his eyes, and the disgusted light swept over her uneasy dark eyes, as if to criticize her for this stupid behavior.

She couldn't help herself from crying, but those black eyes were already moist unconsciously, she stared intently at those blue eyes, the person who should blame the other party should obviously be her, she is the one who should be wronged.

He closed his eyes again, refusing to meet her gaze or look at her more. When his blood flowed down her throat, the wound on the tip of his tongue had long since healed, but he generously rewarded her with two drops of blood, so that she could remember his taste, remember this night, and become her unbearable history.

In fact, he did not want to touch her skin, he felt hot because it did not belong to him the first time, and it did not belong to him at first sight, which made him chagrin and disgusted.

But the smell of her body was everywhere in the room, especially at this moment, there was something different, which made him nostalgic.

It would be nice to end it quickly, he didn't want to spend too much time on her anymore, he undressed himself and parted her legs. Because he wasn't feeling well, his mind was full of scenes of her standing naked in front of other men, and that damn name.

Xi let go of Xi Yao's lips, but she breathed a sigh of relief, and felt him break into her body without any tenderness or pity, perhaps because she was too nervous and felt pain. Especially in such a situation, the pain is covered with a layer of grievance and is extremely pale and helpless. He didn't care about her feelings in the slightest, and he took what he wanted, so he possessed and plundered without reservation.

He caught a glimpse of tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, a sneer rising at the corners of his mouth, he couldn't understand what she was wronging, just like she couldn't understand what he wanted.

He let go of her hand as he pulled away. She raised her numb and sore hand, but it did not fall on his cheek after all, but this scene fell on his cold eyes, and another disdainful glance swept over her mercilessly.

What he wants, as long as she has it, she is willing to give it, but he doesn't want her to give it, he wants her "unwillingness".

"You hate me so much, why do you still touch me?" Xi Yao's tears kept pouring out, blurring her vision and making her face unclear.

"Because I don't like that dream you just had. Xi dropped a sentence and turned to leave, leaving Xi Yao a little warmth afterwards.

It was a long time when Xi didn't want to pay attention to what Xi Yao was thinking, but when he opened her dream, he saw the name and her complex and inseparable emotions for the owner of that name. Maybe that's the fuse for tonight.

After this incident, Xi didn't go to Xi Yao for a long time.

The north wind crept in through the crack in the window, blowing through Xi Yao's sleeping face, and she opened her eyes. She had lived here for some time, but she had never been able to adapt to the indifference.

She put on a dress, got out of bed, and walked to the window, which she was about to close and catch a glimpse of the scene outside the gap.

"It's snowing. Xi Yao said and opened the window, and the north wind poured in through the window, mixed with snowflakes, and blew over Xi Yao's face.

From the window of Xi Yao, you can see the courtyard. Ying got up early, she squatted by the flower bed, her oil-paper umbrella tumbling in the north wind and blowing away, she looked at the frozen cherry blossom seedlings in the flower bed, and cried very sadly.

It was the first winter, but it didn't survive, and she didn't see it bloom.

Glancing at the cherry blossom seedlings in the flower bed, he knew she had been looking forward to it. Holding an umbrella, Xi walked to Ying's side and shielded her from the wind and snow.

Ying stood up, her cheeks red from crying, she looked up at Xi, and said with great grievance, "I tried so hard to take care of it, but it still died." ”

yes, how did it die? how could it fail her?

Xi stretched out her hand to brush the snow from her hair, how long had she been mourning here, and there was a thick layer of snow on her body. Xi said calmly, "Let's plant it again next year." ”

"It's going to snow next year, it's still going to die. Ying choked up, stubbornly looking at Xi, she was asking him for a solution to the problem, and now the only person she could rely on and trust was Xi, and she was the only one by her side.

"I promise it won't die. Xi comforted Ying and made a promise.

"What kind of guarantee?" Ying didn't believe it, she would die if she took care of it so carefully, but Xi never cared about it, and she hadn't done anything like it, and his assurance made her very suspicious.

"You'll see it bloom next year. ”

Ying nodded, and said, "But I'm going to blame me, blame me for not being able to plant even a cherry tree, blame me for not being able to make it bloom." ”

"No, he won't blame you. Xi wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

"Yes, you're not him, you don't ...... if you say it"

"I have the final say. Xi said and took the tassel, passing on the little residual warmth he had to her who was shivering from the cold but unwilling to leave the flower bed for half a step.

Xi Yao wanted to close the window, she didn't want to look at the two people in the snow, they were always like this, which made people feel warm and beautiful, but also made Xi Yao look entangled, they were ambiguous, but they couldn't find any reason to blame them, which felt terrible.

Don't look at it, don't look at it anymore! But Xi Yao's feet were like a thousand chains, and they were so heavy that they couldn't move.

"Huh?" Ying raised her head suspiciously, looking at Xi carefully, "Xi is getting more and more like ......."

"Really?" said disapprovingly, though it was a question sentence, it was like a declarative sentence.

"Well, it's starting to get gentle. Ying said affirmatively, tears still welling up in her eyes.

"He is only gentle with you. Xi Yao, who was standing at the window, whispered, bitter and unspeakable. The traces he left her that night and the tenderness he gave her were really worlds apart.

Xi is becoming more and more like Xun, it doesn't matter to Xi, no matter what, he is him, it is a good thing for Ying, she is even more convinced that Xi Yao will soon be reincarnated and will appear, for Xi Yao, it is bad news, if Xi really becomes Xun, it will be a cruel thing.

"Will you go out today?" Ying asked, her light purple eyes were expecting him to say no, God was really unfair, and kicked her a pair of beautiful and talking eyes.

"Don't go out. Xi replied to Ying's expectations, as she wished.

"Will you accompany me, then?"

"Yes. ”

"Hmm. Ying calmed down, turned around, squatted down again, peeled off the accumulated snow, picked it up in waves, and moved it out of the flower bed. Although Sakura Miao froze to death, she was still unwilling and still hoped that she could save it.

Removing the old snow and leaving new snow is clearly futile. Shu couldn't bear to spoil her expectations, at least she had something new to do, instead of guarding the cherry blossom seedlings in a daze, because he was afraid that she would one day turn into a stone, and only a stone would be motionless.

Xi Yao's long hair brushed the accumulated snow, leaving light traces, Xi stood behind her with an umbrella, sheltering her from the wind and snow, and also built a reliable protective wall for her, Xi Yao stood at the window and looked at Xi and Ying in the yard, they were like a beautiful and dynamic landscape.

To you, I am superfluous, so why do you have to keep me? Is it because I think too much? Actually, you have nothing? But even if I have, what right do I have to object?

Xi Yao's heart was desolate, closed the window, sat at the table, lit the small stove on the table, she looked at the leisurely firelight, but she didn't feel the warmth.