The smell of wine had long been diluted by the rain, and it wasn't until the two of them got close that Liang Shiwei smelled the nasty smell: "Chen Yan, you!" Drunk! ”

She placed a bath towel over Chen's upper body, then crouched down and reached for his belt.

It's just that as soon as he touched the button, he was held down by Chen Yan.

"I don't care if your pants are wet, don't get my sofa wet."

Liang Shiwei looked at him with an unhappy face.

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then let go and let her fiddle.

He moved his hand to Liang Shiwei's head with great interest, and then slowly slid to her face.

He patted her face.

After a long time, he said melancholy: "You know what? Five years ago today, we saw each other for the last time. ”

Today is Ningwan's death day.

Liang Shiwei grabbed Chen Yan's suit pants in his hand and glanced at Chen Yan for some reason.

"Your girlfriend?"

"If she were alive, she would be my wife by now."

His eyes were full of tenderness, which Liang Shiwei had never received from his eyes.

Liang Shiwei got serious at this time, "I'm sorry ......"

She threw all of Chen's clothes and pants into the washing machine.

At this moment, Chen Yan was standing on the edge of the bed watching the rain, smoking a cigarette, his eyes were not as chaotic as just now, and his brain was much clearer.

Liang Shiwei walked over, wrapped around his waist from behind, and then clinged to his body tightly.

Her coat was thin and see-through, clinging to his body, as if there was no barrier at all, soft and warm.

His abdomen tightened visibly.

Liang Shiwei's fingers seemed to come to life, and he was very happy to touch his abdomen.

She put her left hand on his waist, and her right hand pinched his chin, bringing his lips slightly.

He tilted his head, and she tiptoed.

She asked for a gooey kiss.

Chen Yan's eyes were relaxed and closed, and after kissing for a while, he raised his eyes and met Liang Shiwei's suffocating eyes.

His black hair was slightly wet, and his eyebrows were suddenly tightly locked, and his brows were pressed very low. Suddenly turned around and hugged Liang Shiwei tightly in his arms.

He was very hard, and he was squeezing the ground tightly.

When Chen Yan's warm lips met again, his good-looking eyes were full of tears!

"What do I use to keep you......"

Memories flood in.

He began to panic and turned to greed.

He gave what he wanted, and he seemed to suffer from gains and losses, hesitating between violence and distress, and he was about to tear himself in half.

"Chen Yan, I will always be there."

Liang Shiwei was at a loss.

She held him in her arms and let the rain-like kiss fall on her collarbone.

She didn't think of anything else.

Just knew he needed her.

Inside, the orange-yellow flames of the incense candles that had been lit for a long time danced in the air, mocking the pouring rain outside the window for him to land.

When he saw a certain place through the white gauze and white dress on her body, his misty eyes suddenly became clear.

He then walked over to the bed and turned on the light.

The sudden brightness blinded Liang Shiwei's face, her cheeks were crimson, and her eyes moved around with Chen Yan's movements, as if she wanted to see an answer.

He pulled out two tissues, walked to the side of the bed, and threw them at Liang Shiwei.

Liang Shi didn't get up and looked at the sheets, and there was a touch of red.

"Why are you here at this time?"

Liang Shiwei put his legs together, very tight, very ashamed, and silently wiped the blood stains on the sheets with a tissue.

"Or that's it?"

To some extent, Liang Shiwei is not self-loving.

"No, you can't."

He flatly refused.

The candlelight has long since been extinguished, and the morning has not yet spread.

The air is so fresh at dawn after a rainstorm that anyone who smells it wakes up from a big dream.

In the hazy night, Chen Yan, who was sitting on the balcony smoking fiercely, and Liang Shiwei in the room were doing just that, quiet as chickens.

Liang Shiwei was like a child who had made a mistake at the moment, kneeling uprightly on the clean and white sheets that had been changed, depressed and speechless.

The sanitary napkin used on his body was still the one he asked Chen Yan to go downstairs to buy just now.

Chen Yan coughed twice on the balcony, and the Liang master in the room was not afraid that he wanted to call him in because he had caught a cold from the cold shower just now, but he didn't dare to squeak.

What a great night!

Chen Yan extinguished the last cigarette in the cigarette case, walked into her room, and flicked her forehead with his fingers.

"I'll wash your sheets." His face was expressionless, and his tone was light.

"Oh...... Ahh Liang Shiwei looked at him in disbelief, "No, I'll just wash it myself!" ”

These are things that even Qi Mu has never touched.

"It's inconvenient for you to touch cold water these days."

At this time, Chen Yanjiu was almost sober.

He walked to the bathroom in silence, jumped out of the bloodstained sheet, placed it in the sink, soaked it in water, and scrubbed it.

He had done all of this for Ning Wan before.

Ningwan has menstrual cramps and cleanliness, so every time she has a stomachache, she would rather soak her hands in cold water than wash them.

Where is Chen Yan willing to go.

He was happy to take care of her.

The transparent water washed away the foam on his hands, which were no longer red.

He was meticulous and extremely patient, and he really washed it cleanly, and there was no disgust on his face from beginning to end.

Chen Ember tonight is Liang Shiwei's unexpected joy.