Wen Xien's pupils constricted, his eyes widened for a moment, and he looked at Yue Ying worriedly, Yue Ying's face was still cold, the side lines of his face were as resolute as a blade, only the thin lips curved a little, revealing a little tenderness.

The two stared silently, Wen Xien suddenly turned his head sideways to cover his face and coughed violently, his body couldn't stop shaking, and a thin layer of pink appeared on the exposed earlobes and the side of his neck.

Yue Ying squinted, a smile appeared at the bottom of her eyes, and the depression accumulated in her chest finally dissipated a little, and she couldn't help but bend her fingers and gently scrape the rouge-like skin on the side of the monk's ear.

Wen Xien's body was obviously stiff, and the place behind her ear that had been scraped by Yue Ying's knuckles was like being burned by fire, so hot that she almost couldn't open her eyes.

Wen Xien coughed twice, felt the hand pressing on the back of his neck loosen, and staggered to his feet and got off the wooden bench.

It was too violent for a while, and it was dark in front of me, so I took two steps back, and my back was against the closed pane, and I felt that the world was spinning in front of me.

Wen Xien raised his hand to open the window a little crack, held the window frame, and was much more sober in the cold wind of the night, and said in a low voice with a cough: "Gongzi Yue, this is not a place for you to stay longer, please leave." ”

When he said this, Wen Xien unconsciously clenched his palm into a fist, pressed it against the tip of his nose, and gently wiped the corner of his lips that had just been kissed, as if he was quite disgusted.

Yue Ying straightened up and looked at her, her eyes fell on Wen Xien's action of wiping the corners of her lips, her eyes darkened for a moment, she frowned a little unpleasantly, and then walked over.

Wen Xien's eyebrows were as cold as frost and snow, the wind blew away the red tide on the side of her neck behind her ears, and returned to a cold white color, just like that, she stood up, staring at Yue Ying calmly and straightforwardly.

Yue Ying stopped in front of her, the distance between the two was not more than an inch, he stretched out his arms, propped directly on the window lattice behind him, and his arms and chest surrounded Wen Xien, so that the other party could not avoid it.

Yue Ying's hair was blown up by the wind, and he leaned over and hugged Wen Xien under him, covering her figure with nothingness and reality.

They seemed inseparable, embracing each other reservedly and ambiguously in the moonlight and night breeze in front of the window.

But in fact, Wen Xien's body was close behind, and there was a gap between the two of them, Yue Ying's face was close at hand, she turned her eyes, and looked at Yue Ying indifferently.

Yue Ying curled the corners of her lips and smiled meaninglessly, then closed the window, the wind stopped suddenly, but he didn't leave immediately, in this hugging and intimate posture, he turned his head sideways, his lips were about to hold Wen Xien's cold earlobe, and whispered with hot air:

"I'll go, I'll take you with me, Jingchen, I'll definitely take you away."

He said it repeatedly, in an affirmative tone.

Wen Xien didn't speak again, only took away the hand he put on his waist, turned his back, and folded his hands against the wall, leaving a white and cold back.

At this time, people will feel bored, and leave angrily or just give up, and she will be able to clean up.

Yue Ying has never been a considerate and patient person, with a gentle temper, who knows cold and hot, and his character cannot tolerate repeated rejection and alienation from others.

Wen Xien waited for Yue Ying to leave in annoyance, but unexpectedly, the man's arm wrapped around his waist again, pressing Wen Xien back into a hot and firm chest.

"Jingchen, don't believe me, I will take you away, and then you will be in the world, I will definitely make you happier than now." The tip of Yue Ying's nose seemed to rub the back of her neck, and the warm breath probed into her collar, and her voice was deep, as if she was whispering, "I like you, Jingchen, you already know it, right?" ”

Wen Xi'en's breathing suddenly scrambled for a moment, then he closed his eyes, his fingers clenched into fists, curled up and hidden in his sleeve.

"Why bother?"

Wen Xien opened his eyes, turned around and looked at Yue Ying lightly, and looked at Yue Ying directly, his lips moved twice, and his heart was cold when Wen Xien's eyes looked at him.

Wen Xi'en sighed, "Gongzi Yue, I am a monk, you shouldn't put such a liking on me, it will be fruitless, and it will be empty in the end." ”

Yue Ying glared at Wen Xien, listening to this serious and ruthless words, a little wooden.

I can't say what kind of emotion it is, but it's restless rumbling in my chest.

Wen Xien said very clearly, without giving him a trace of hope and luck at all, he also saw it very clearly, but he always felt like an incomprehensible piece and turned over and over again, and he didn't know what clues he was looking for.

However, apart from the loss of becoming more and more sober to the point of numbness, there was nothing to gain.

In fact, it is a refusal.

Even if there are more words than before, just to appear more tactful.

refuse

refuse

Refuse.

No matter how calmly you face it, you still can't be happy.

Yue Ying stood in front of Wen Xien, her face was red, she felt that her self-esteem was trampled on, and the liking for him was worthless in the eyes of the monk.

Extremely unwilling and embarrassed, but there is no way to vent.

"Clean ......"

Only this name can calm the tyrannical mood, Yue Ying's breathing was a little short, as if she was extremely depressed.

Wen Xien didn't want to pay attention to him, he closed his eyes out of sight and out of mind, folded his hands, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Yue Ying collapsed more and more, he shouted Jingchen's name without restraint, shouting again and again, how much he thought, how crazy, how longing, how loud, how urgent, how deep he shouted.

The empty room reverberated with his wheezing and clean names.

Wen Xien was indifferent, her pale lips moved gently, and she silently recited the dry and difficult Buddhist scriptures, as if Yue Ying did not exist.

It wasn't until Yue Ying got close that Wen Xien stopped, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened them slowly, her light-colored pupils reflected Yue Ying's crazy appearance.

"That's enough."

The indifferent voice made Yue Ying instantly quiet.

Finally willing to look at him......

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien quietly, staring deeply blankly, her soul was empty like an out-of-body body, but it was as if it had been washed.

Wen Xien's eyes were so clean and desireless that he wanted to dye his own color.

He felt like he was going crazy.

But then I felt a twisted pleasure.

He knew that Wen Xien didn't like him, it didn't matter, anyway, Wen Xien didn't like anyone else, since that was the case, he had a lot of adults, and this strange fairness made the crazy factor in Yue Ying's body settle down.

Yue Ying had a smile on her face, and her dark eyes even narrowed. Satisfied but longing, frivolous but gentle.

All in all, joyful.

"Dust purification...... You're willing to look at me. ”

Wen Xien: Mom, there is a pervert Σ(°Д°;

(End of chapter)