Chapter 73: Crazy Love on the Eve of Parting 3

In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression, he couldn't hear her answer, but he could see that her body was trembling slightly.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

However, some people can't wait a minute.

He suddenly got up and picked her up.

The attic, the starry sky, the moonlight.

Countless musical instruments are neatly placed next to it: lute, guitar, violin, flute...... It was his favorite place, where he spent long hours alone for countless lonely nights.

The teak floors were spotless, with only the moonlight streaming in from the rooftop. That night, I actually saw the long-lost stars.

Yi Xiangxi leaned against the wall, staring at the woman beside her, she was lying quietly, the clothes on her body had already been taken off by him, at this time, the slender female body, soft curves, incomparably graceful under the night.

The moonlight is hazy and the curves are hazy, forming a faint and subtle beauty - there is no moving allure in the bright place under the light, but there is another subtle style that cannot be described.

He stared at it for a long time, and his heart was pounding.

"Wheat ......"

“......”

He was answered by a dead silence.

"Wheat, what tunes do you like to listen to?"

He took a violin and beat the strings slowly, and immediately the sound of flowing water was heard in the night sky, first faintly, and then slowly and intensely.

It was a song "Liang Zhu", but when it was played on the violin, somehow, it always felt weird.

After a long time, he put down the piano, and Qiao Mai kept his eyes closed, and he didn't know if she was listening. I don't care, just slowly, gently rubbing the already familiar **, just like when I just played the piano, I treated the strings so gently.

"Wheat ......"

He called her many times that night, but she did not answer once. Of course, he didn't wait for her to answer.

The room is filled with the fragrance of Longjing, and the tea is different from the spirits, which makes people extremely sober.

This time, he concocted it himself. When the water is boiled, the water temperature is moderate, and the fragrance of the tea leaves is just right, and the sky above you becomes fragrant and pure.

He took a drink and handed her another. However, she didn't drink it.

His big hands rubbed her hair, black hair like clouds, smooth as silk, fresh and pure. His breath sniffed past, and he slept with it all those days, almost every night. Unconsciously, it has become a habit.

In the moonlight, she stared at the eyes that had suddenly faded away.

"Yi Xiangxi, you sue me, why do you hate me so much?"

In the darkness of the night, the voice was low. Full of sadness and helplessness, like a small animal that has strayed into a trap. There are so many traps in the world, and we always get into them inadvertently.

Yi Xiangxi was silent for a long, long time. For so long she almost thought she wouldn't get an answer.

"Wheat, you're not really at fault...... I...... I don't actually hate you......"

In the dark, the voice was so bleak.

She's right, but who's wrong?

In this way, it did not make her feel relaxed at all, on the contrary, she was so frightened that she almost jumped. But his large hands gently embraced her, filled with a heartbreaking strength and composure.

He had already kept her in captivity, a golden bird that couldn't escape.

At least, this night, so far.