In the dead of night, only the dim lights in the bedroom were faintly flickering.

Ling Siqing actually followed the sound of the qin to Qiao Muyu's residence again, this is the third time, is the sound of the qin too bewitching, or the voice in her heart is too bewitching, no matter where it is, it is a kind of self-deception to her.

Qiao Muyu's five fingers danced lightly, but his mind was completely outside, feeling the slight footsteps and the disordered heartbeat......

Many times, he longed to fly out of the gang like this, he wanted her fiercely, and then reason prevailed over the desire in his heart, he didn't want to hurt after all, and he didn't want her to know what happened to him, he was also a selfish person after all.

Ling Siqing stood downstairs for a long time, this time she didn't go up, and he didn't come down......

This time, there is no eye to eye from thousands of mountains and rivers, there is no heart game with intertwined strings, there is no piano, there is no sound......

Ling Siqing's footsteps were gentle, and he was leaving leisurely, and the sound of the piano was ......

Her slender brows were furrowed, and there was a sharp pain in her wrist, which was taken into her arms, and the familiar smell came to her face, and there was an indescribable excitement in her heart with the thin cold wind in the air.

"Let it go!" Ling Siqing shouted loudly, and a strong uneasiness rose irrepressibly in his heart.

She seemed to be extremely disgusted by Qiao Muyu's touch, because he rejected herself first, and then pretended something, she shook it hard, but in exchange for a tighter force, to the end, she had to stare at the person in front of her.

Qiao Muyu chased it out after all, and he couldn't let go of the investigation......

He tightened his grip on her wrist, carrying the wound he had carved into her with his stubbornness.

At this moment, seeing her deeply tired expression, her heart was cold, what emotions melted in the bottom of her heart, with a fierce force, the corners of her mouth couldn't help laughing, I just felt very funny.

Hahehehe...... Ironic to the extreme.

Ling Siqing only heard the coldness in his eyes, and his heart was cold, not ruthless, but cold.

She used a hedgehog-like disguise to protect her worst self-esteem, in fact, she already has no self-esteem, and it is ridiculous to stubbornly need such a layer of disguise, but for some reason, she can't laugh.

The corners of Qiao Muyu's mouth unconsciously hooked, even if the arc was cold to the bone, it was still beautiful and dazzling, and the partial one derived an extremely strong and unbridled color, lining the bewitching facial features, and becoming more and more evil and dangerous.

Ling Siqing was stunned, Qiao Muyu with such a look was really rare.

At this moment, he was uninhibited and cold and alienated, Ling Siqing was stunned suddenly, and reacted, she instinctively wanted to escape, but she was restrained and had nowhere to escape. She had to turn her head as much as she could, not facing the other party's face that people didn't dare to look at.

Faintly, in Qiao Muyu's eyes, which have always charmed sentient beings, there is a different wave that is surging.

Suddenly, the cold wind was fierce, and then it disappeared, the wide gauze cuffs shook in front of her eyes, and Qiao Muyu, who was dressed in black and gray singles, had stretched out her other hand to fix her head, forcing her to turn her eyes to face herself.

He slowly approached Ling Siqing, whose eyes were full of horror, and in his forbearance, there was a thick sadness.

He smiled bitterly, "Siqing, you know that I urgently need you, and I can't touch you, do you know this kind of sadness." Five fingers inserted into the silky three thousand strands of hair, and with a slight effort, it was brought a little closer.

The warm breath rushed straight onto Ling Siqing's face, and it couldn't help but make people's hearts skip a beat.

The two of them forehead to forehead, nose to nose, Qiao Muyu lowered his eyelids, stared at the face that was close at hand, and whispered slowly and lowly, like a sweet killing intent, still chilling, "Hug me, hug me." ”

"Qiao Muyu, what are you doing, you pushed me away, what else?" Ling Siqing stared at the ground with his small fists clenched, desperately trying to hold back the turbulent waves in his heart. On the forbearant little face, the slightly trembling long eyelashes inadvertently revealed the emotions in the heart, with a stubborn and unyielding unnaturalness.

She never imagined that Qiao Muyu would catch up like this, when she wanted to escape!

Suddenly, there was a burst of warmth on his bitten lips.

Ling Siqing's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened, looking at the narrow phoenix eyes that were clearly visible in front of him, his long eyelashes fluttering, almost stunned, for a long time, just stunned, letting the warmth be wanton.

Her stupid state satisfied Qiao Muyu, and her eyes shone with a glimmer.

Gradually, the slightly tentative kiss grinded slowly, turned into a domineering invasion, between the lips and teeth, a heavy gasp gradually rose, only to feel that the air in the lungs was almost squeezed dry in an instant.

It was a kiss that wanted to plunder everything, wanted to prove everything......

It seems that the summer heat is hot, with extreme domineering, with a trace of pain, raging endlessly, and unbearable. Trying to transpire away even the slightest trace of coolness left in the world......

On the wrists, between the strands of hair, the powerful tract is gradually tightening.

With a pain in his wrist, Ling Si was startled, suddenly came back to his senses, instinctively took a step back, withdrew from Qiao Muyu's shackles, and tried to break free of his embrace, but for no reason he received a burst of damp heat on his neck.

Qiao Muyu kissed himself to the elegant and beautiful neck......

He let go of her wrist and probed into her back with a slightly high temperature, the sudden temperature made Ling Siqing want to escape, pushing hard, and a trace of pain passed through his neck, as if to punish the refusal of the person in his arms.

Qiao Muyu's bite on Ling Siqing's neck made the person who couldn't touch the support point completely sober.

"Bastard!" With his breath unstable, Ling Siqing shouted. Taking advantage of Qiao Muyu's slight startle, he almost pushed him away with all his might, and before he could stand firmly, he panted sharply, almost instinctively raising his hand.

In the silence of the night, a crisp sound was suddenly heard.

At that moment, the airflow stagnated, and only breath remained.

Qiao Muyu's face flashed, flashing annoyance and anger, but it was not aimed at Ling Siqing, under his eyes, the residual strong love was vaguely visible, and the light and thin ambiguous crimson color flowed in the mist.

That affection lingers in someone's eyes for a long time.

Ling Siqing also looked at her hand in disbelief, and then at the person in front of her, after a few back and forth, she finally let go of it, straightened her back, and raised her head stubbornly, intending to meet the reasonable anger.

"Qiao Muyu, it was you who rejected me at the beginning, why are you so stubborn?" This is just emboldening.

Qiao Muyu was a little away from her, but he just looked at her quietly, and his breath was slightly chaotic.

He looked at Ling Siqing's eyes, and the mist slowly dissipated, once again flooding with the depth and clarity of the empty mountain pool. In this increasingly dark space, the light is so abrupt and abnormal, that it makes people feel a little unreal.

On this cold winter day, he almost couldn't suppress this deep longing......