Gu Yingqing wore an ink suspender belt with a halterneck and waist, and a loose silk smock on the outside, and the hem and skirt of the dress flipped when she ran, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

The moment she saw him, her mood rose and she almost wanted to scream.

Cheng Yuesheng stood on the side of the car in a shirt and trousers, looking at her with a smile, holding the person with one hand, and rubbing her waist with the other hand, and pushing her against the body.

Gu Yingqing stood on tiptoe around him, he stayed in the air-conditioned car for a long time, and his shirt was still cold, making his breath smell special and refreshing that did not belong to summer.

"Miss me?" Cheng Yuesheng buried his head in her hair and kissed her neck.

Gu Yingqing's heart was like a fawn, her fingers were numb, she pursed her mouth, twisted it, and said in a low voice, "Hmm."

In fact, it was only four days.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance? How long have you been waiting?" She turned her face sideways to look at him, her voice was very soft and low, deliberately weakening the volume, so as not to be noticed in her voice trembling slightly.

Cheng Yuesheng raised his wrist and glanced at the time, "More than half an hour."

Even in the middle of the night, there were twenty-seven or eight degrees outside, there was the residual heat of the day, and the body temperature was actually higher, plus Gu Yingqing's heart was restless, and his warm body was close to each other, and a layer of sweat soon appeared on his body.

She put her fingertips on the back of his neck and asked, "How long are you staying?"

"How long do you want me to stay?" Cheng Yuesheng's heavy gaze enveloped her.

Gu Yingqing gave him a multiple-choice question: "If you go at night, you can park the car outside, and if you leave tomorrow, you can drive the car in."

Cheng Yuesheng whispered in her ear, "Then drive in."

Gu Yingqing thought of the time when his car was parked outside the nursing home in winter, as if it had been a long time ago.

He showed his purpose with a look, she didn't communicate with her from getting on the bus to the hotel, except for reporting the address, the atmosphere of depression and ambiguity intertwined and permeated the entire carriage, she didn't even dare to look at him more, feeling nervous and afraid of what was going to happen next.

But not exclusive.

The community has been around for some years, but it was originally opened in the name of a high-end garden residence, with a sculpture fountain in front and a sunken small square in the back, and the property and maintenance are much better than the community she rented in Nanjiang.

But there is still a shortage of parking spaces, especially at night, Gu Yingqing pointed the way, and Cheng Yuesheng drove in.

He asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes."

"When did you take the test?"

"University."

"Haven't been driving?"

"Hmm." Gu Yingqing originally wanted to go abroad after graduating from university, and had no plans to buy a car, but later because she was pregnant, she was forced to enter Zhao Jin's gallery and art museum, and she hid her own income and never thought about buying a car.

The topic is over without a beginning or an end.

Cheng Yuesheng found a parking space on the gentle slope behind the unit building next door and parked it.

He took the case out of the armrest and she was silent.

The access control downstairs of the unit has been in vain, open all year round, there is no sound of opening and closing the door, the voice-activated light is not on, and the two kissed together as soon as they entered the dark corridor.

Cheng Yuesheng's hand reached into the smock and found that the skirt was backless, and the crossed ties were close to the skin.

"Healed the wound on your back?" He gasped, his tone interspersed with a strong dullness.

"Uh-huh......

The pain is getting better day by day, the sense of presence is not so strong, the wound marks are fading, and the scab is growing powder.

The halterneck neckline of this skirt is under the collarbone, which can block the chest, and a set of smocks can block everything that should be blocked.

went upstairs, Gu Yingqing took the key to open the door.

The home here is still on the third floor, so she has a soft spot for the height of the third floor when renting outside.

The door was closed, and before it was too late to turn on the light, Cheng Yuesheng pressed her against the wall, and the four lips were inseparable.

He slipped his big palm between the back tie and her skin, and stretched it back slightly, causing the fabric in front of him to wrap around his chest and make his breathing a little difficult.

He blocked

Her lips and tongue let go of her when she was about to suffocate, and suddenly pressed the tip of her nose against her face and kissed her earlobe.

Gu Yingqing turned his head, hugged his back, let out a panting sigh, twisted his body impatiently, his shoulder accidentally pressed on the switch, and the spotlight in the corridor was turned on.

Both of them were a little surprised, paused, and looked at each other.

Cheng Yuesheng lowered his eyes and looked at her hot face under the light, her blurry eyes, and her Adam's apple rolled several times.

Gu Yingqing bit his lip, his chest rose and fell, and he reached out to touch his face, always feeling that his body and soul were uncontrollably about to drown in his fierce and lustful eyes.

Cheng Yuesheng pressed down his face again, kissed from his chin to the corners of his mouth, kissed again and again, neither coherent nor deep, full of provocation, sticky and sticky.

"Cheng Yuesheng ......" Gu Yingqing held his face, his fingertips brushed his sideburns, and he vaguely felt the heartbeat in his chest.

"Huh?"

Cheng Yuesheng was not satisfied with letting his hands stay there like that, he was strangled by the tie, and began to look around for the source.

Gu Yingqing felt a little itchy, buried herself in his arms, rubbed against him, and touched his tight jaw and neck with two weak hands.

"Where's your bedroom?" Cheng Yuesheng brushed away the hair in the ear of the man in his arms.

Gu Yingqing pointed to the master bedroom on the right side of the corridor, and she stuffed his neck and said, "There is a bathroom inside......

Cheng Yuesheng grabbed a thin strap that hung down, and the collar that was fixed by it was suddenly out of place, and immediately held her leg and picked her up.

When passing by the chest of drawers against the wall outside the main bathroom, Gu Yingqing asked him to stop and reached out to cover the family photo and the photo of the family of three on the counter.

Before going to the state port, it was not counted at all in the hotel, and it was not long since the last time, but it can also be called a long time.

Cheng Yueshengnian never healed the injury on her back, and didn't let her lie down much, and only finally let her lie on his back.

Cheng Yuesheng leaned on the head of the bed, bent his knees on one leg, Gu Yingqing's head rested on his shoulder, lazily half-squinted, and reached back to touch Hu Qing on his chin and chin.

The air conditioner was turned on low, and she was sweating again, Cheng Yuesheng touched her arm, it was a little cold, and she dragged the quilt to cover it.

Gu Yingqing looked at him behind him, "Do you want to smoke?"

Cheng Yuesheng stared at her, his arm tightened and rubbed her: "I don't want to."

Gu Yingqing endured it, but still said, "...... I think."

Cheng Yuesheng sighed.

Gu Yingqing rubbed him, Cheng Yuesheng suddenly frowned, his breathing was heavy, fixed her waist, and warned her: "Move smaller."

Gu Yingqing thought about it, and he really didn't move, but just looked at him expectantly.

Cheng Yuesheng twisted her earlobe with his fingertips and got her off her body.

Gu Yingqing lay down in the quilt and took a deep breath.

Seeing that he put on a pair of pants, he went out of the bedroom and brought in the bag she had left in the doorway, opened the cigarette case, smoked it and lit it and handed it to her.

Gu Yingqing took it with his mouth, bit it and fell on the bed, took the cigarette with his fingers, looked at him, and slowly spit out the smoke.