"Right? Brother Richie! ”

Mo Xin threw a flattering eye at Li Qi, and the undercurrent was surging violently, ambiguous and a little blatant.

The corners of Li Qi's mouth went up, glancing at her, but his eyes were rolling on Ji Shuman, and the smile on his face spread, and the meaning was somewhat unclear.

Ji Shuman's hand was held by Mo Xin, and he felt uncomfortable and wanted to break free.

In order to divert her attention, she quietly observed the woman next to her eyebrows, and the beautiful mole under the woman's lips was really an eyesore.

She felt another pain in her chest, frowned slightly, and showed a moment of disgust in her eyes, and her water-red nails were tightly cut into her tender palms.

Ji Shuman adjusted her breathing slightly, biting her lower lip lightly, still with a smile on her face.

Outside, the sky was dark, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the sky looked dark on the night scene bordered by lights.

Song Cangyuan's long and tall figure was engulfed by the night, and he leaned on the fence by the pavilion and smoked a cigarette.

There was some confusion in his head, and he needed to clear up.

The green lotus leaves crowded next to each other in the lotus pond, like jade plates floating on the water, have not yet reached the flowering season, and they are a little monotonous.

The occasional noisy sound of frogs and fish splashing in the water seems to remind you that summer is approaching.

A gust of wind rose, and the fruit of the kapok tree on the shore of the lake fell into the lake, making a "coo" sound in the water.

Splashing water, stirring up ripples in circles, swinging and swinging, like someone's heart.

In his mind, the girl's figure became blurred, and his voice and smile were interrupted by this voice, and he sighed slightly, and his fingertips holding the cigarette trembled slightly.

Song Cangyuan couldn't help but laugh at himself, at this age, how could he still look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old hairy guy, impetuous and unrealistic, this appearance is really inappropriate.

Song Cangyuan took a hard puff of his cigarette, and white smoke shrouded his handsome face.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes brightened a little.

The surface of the lake returned to calm, and the fruit sank to the bottom of the lake as if nothing had happened.

He was admiring the moon, and someone was admiring him.

Shadowy, ghostly.

He is like the moon in the sky, high above.

He is high in the sky, and he is an immortal who does not fall into the world.

But she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch, to pull him into the mortal world, to strangle him under her, to step on the soles of her feet, to stain him......

"Uncle Song......"

Behind him, the girl's soft and faint voice sounded.

In an instant, Ji Shuman's chaotic white little hands had already wrapped around his waist, his back was soft, and he seemed to be able to feel the girl's young and slippery skin through the shirt.

Song Cangyuan's body was stiff, and his back was straight.

The cigarette between his fingers gently shook off the water, made a "snort" sound twice, turned around twice, extinguished, and a piece of white and yellow floated on the surface of the water.

The surface of the lake, which had just been calm, rippled again.

Something in the body rushed out, as if it was about to break out of the cage.

His throat rolled, and his hands were as hard as iron to grasp the small hand at his waist.

"Ji Shuman, are you challenging my patience?"

"Ahh It hurts ......."

Ji Shuman's finger joints seemed to be about to be broken, and she couldn't help but scream.

Song Cangyuan's big palm hurriedly covered her mouth and pushed her into the dark, her already cold eyes were like a thin layer of ice, and the cold was overwhelming.

"Ji Shuman, what do you want to do?"

The girl's lips were soft and warm, clinging to his palm, as unbearable as ten thousand ants.

He let go of the hand that covered the girl's lips.

Ji Shuman's eyes looked directly at him, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, deliberately teasing.

The hot and rough touch of the man's palms had a faint smell of tobacco, leaving an astringency on the tip of her tongue, but she seemed to be aftertaste.

“…… Uncle Song...... I...... I just like you...... From the first time I saw you......"

Ji Shuman's voice was close to crying, and her innocent black eyes were full of tears, and tears dripped onto the back of Song Cangyuan's hand.

Ji Shuman herself was moved to tears, and her words were somewhat sincere.

After all, after the first time I saw him, his voice and smile were like shadows, throbbing in the depths of her heart, even in her nightmares, he was still high.

Song Cangyuan's body was stunned, and he let go of the hand that was holding Ji Shuman, his throat was slightly itchy, and his slender fingers touched his pocket, and he wanted to smoke.

Ji Shuman took the opportunity to throw herself into his arms and began to sob, shrugging her shoulders.

Like a pure white flower, so lonely, beautiful, weak, helpless.

Ji Shuman's tears soaked the placket of his clothes.

The skin on Song Cangyuan's chest could feel the temperature of her tears, and the cry in his ears was still there, tormenting his heart.

The faint scent entered his nose, burrowing into every cell of his, constantly expanding.

Song Cangyuan's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, his hand was raised and hung in the air, and on his ring finger, the light of the platinum ring was a little dazzling.

Let him be a sinner, he is just a mortal.

Song Cangyuan tightly circled Ji Shuman's body, and the two of them were close together, their hair entangled.

Ji Shuman stood on tiptoe, raised her pink little face, pressed against his sharp and cold jaw, and looked at him with a crooked face, as if begging for his caresses.

Big wet eyes, upturned nose, and delicate lips are close at hand.

Breathing rapidly, warm and warm, everything is on the verge of exploding in an instant......