Xie Shang closed the door, pressed Wen Changling against the wall, and his hot and wet palm clasped the back of her slender and fragile neck, pulled it over, and bit her lip.

She didn't push away, frowning and bearing.

The blood was boiling, the moisture was evaporating, and the damp ambiguity was filled with hot heat.

In the interval between Xie Shang's breathing, Wen Changling asked him in a low voice, "Are you in a bad mood?" ”

He was bipolar all over.

"You're angry." His back was on the deadbolt, Wen Changling was a little painful, and leaned a little towards him, "Xie Shang, who are you angry with?" ”

Xie Shang kissed the blood off the corner of her mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Well deserved." After cleaning it up, he continued to bite, "You have to come to recruit me." ”

Contradictions, repeatedly.

Bite her and kiss her carefully.

His mind was so confused that his mind was split in half, and he didn't know what he was doing. He wanted to vent, and wanted Wen Changling to be as painful and profound as him.

He put his hands on her waist and went from the door to the yard, kissing in the rainstorm. The door to the room was slammed open, and her shoes came loose and fell outside.

The door was shut.

Xie Shang put Wen Changling on the long table that he had appeared on in his dream. This time, there is no lime scent.

He was kissing her, and there was a noise as the table moved back.

"Xie Shang."

"Hmm."

Xie Shang raised his head and waited for Wen Changling's words.

But she didn't speak, her glasses fell to the ground in the chaos, her eyes were very clear, the tip of her nose was slightly upturned, and there was an abrupt and strong sense of rebellion.

Can a person like Miss Wen cry?

Xie Shang couldn't imagine it, he reached out and touched the blanket, covering the bodies of the two, and then leaned over, and his hand fell along with the kiss.

"Xie Shang."

She called him again.

"Xie Shang."

But don't talk about anything else.

There was only one thing in Xie Shang's chaotic brain, how to make Wen Changling cry.

"Don't call me all the time."

Don't look at me either.

Xie Shang raised his hand and covered Wen Changling's eyes. Lowered her head and bit the flesh off her shoulder.

Don't be soft-hearted, don't stop. Xie Shang told himself.

"Stars."

The emaciated body in the blanket was shaking.

It's as if there's a switch that has been triggered suddenly. The hand on Wen Changling's waist slowly loosened its strength, and Xie Shang's gloomy eyes began to clear.

Forget it, she's a girl, it's okay to cry, but she can't hurt anymore.

The muscle-tense beast suddenly retracted its attack, patiently licking its prey that had just been brutally pressed under his claws.

"Miss Wen."

Xie Shang seemed to like to call her Miss Wen.

"If you don't want to, pull my hair."

Xie Shang went against the norm just now, became extremely patient, and the kiss was also very light, as if it were nothing. He kissed her right ear, and suddenly wondered how she couldn't hear.

The clothes were peeled off, and the kiss fell on her thin and bony shoulders and neck, Wen Changling raised his hand warmly and pulled Xie Shang's hair.

Then all the action came to an abrupt end.

"Alright, let's not continue."

Xie Shang buttoned up his shirt without hesitation, got up from Wen Changling's body, wrapped her tightly in a blanket, and then pulled over a chair, sat down and turned out the cigarette in the drawer below, and lit one.

He doesn't have a craving for smoking, but nicotine calms people.

He leaned back in a natural stretch, his hands propped up on the table, and his chin was slightly raised, revealing his white neck, which was obvious in this posture. He brushed all his wet hair behind his forehead, and his beautiful features were uncovered. The clothes did not cover the bones of the shoulders and neck, the complexion was cold and white, and the eyebrows were very cold, but there was a desire to be covered by the veil.

He was smoking, half-squinting, elegant.

Wen Changling sat on the table with a blanket.

"What does it smell like?"

Xie Shang turned his head to look at her: "Curious? ”

"Hmm."

She was curious.

She had actually tasted cigarettes, when she was abroad before, but she didn't like it, she just tasted it and didn't learn it. What she was curious about was not all the cigarettes, just the one in Xie Shang's hand.

Xie Shang's slender fingers held the cigarette and handed it to her mouth: "Taste it yourself." ”

Wen Changling opened his mouth in a daze, took the place he had bitten, and gasped hard.

"Ahem, ahem."

She didn't know how to vomit, and her eyes were instantly red.

"Chok?"

She nodded.

Xie Shang smiled: "Miss Wen, don't be curious about everything. ”

He didn't mind that the cigarette had been tasted by Wen Changling, biting it in his mouth, skillfully exhaling the smoke, but his eyes were empty.

Wen Changling's shirt was wet and was thrown on the ground, she didn't pick it up, just wrapped in a blanket and sat on the edge of the table, her legs next to Xie Shang's clothes.

"Xie Shang."

"Hmm."

She sat high and lowered her eyelashes to look at Xie Shang's slightly upturned face: "Can you tell me now, who are you angry with?" ”

Xie Shang didn't answer directly, his hand was casually on the table, his fingertips holding a cigarette, and he lit it like that: "I'm not close to my father, I was brought up by my uncle." ”

Xie Qingze is more than a round older than him.

"When I was young, my health was not very good, and my family didn't worry about sending me to school, so my uncle became my teacher."

His relationship with Xie Qingze is even closer than that with Ms. Su.

He is also a father and a brother, a teacher and a friend.

"He taught me perfume, taught me knowledge, taught me reason."

Xie Qingze is decent and frank.

If people have black and white sides, then Xie Shangbai's side is mostly taught by Xie Qingze. As for the black side, of course, it is his good father Xie Liangjiang.

He didn't speak for a long time, and Wen Changling asked, "Then what?" ”

Then, Xie Qingze was only thirty-three years old when he died.

Xie Shang's tone was not wavering: "The day my uncle died was a thunderstorm. ”

Don't you remember? Miss Wen.

He looked at Wen Changling, retracted his gaze for a long time, got up, took off the wet clothes on his body, opened the cabinet and took a random one, and then turned out a new one and put it in Wen Changling's hand.

"Put it on and send you home."

Wen Changling raised his head, stared, and gestured with his eyes.

Xie Shang smiled and turned away.

She took off the blanket and put on Xie Shang's clothes, which were white loungewear, a little long. She picked up her clothes and put on her glasses: "I'm fine." ”

Xie Shang sent her back.

I don't know when the rain outside stopped, the air after the rain was very good, and the wind was comfortable, unlike when it rained just now, as if the end was coming.

Xie Shang sent Wen Changling to the door of the room, Granny Zhu had already slept, and the tanuki cat in the yard straightened up from the cat nest when she heard the sound, and after seeing that it was Xie Shang, she turned her head and continued to sleep.

"Go take a shower and go to bed early."

Wen Changling stood still and didn't go in: "Do you still want to vent?" ”

She knew that Xie Shang was venting his emotions just now.

Xie Shang looked at the bite marks on Wen Changling's neck, and it was obvious that it would make people feel better: "What, you still want to pull my hair?" ”

"No, I want to ask you, do you want to eat watermelon?" Her eyes are clean and she doesn't have any dirty thoughts, "I have heard others say that the mood for eating sweets will improve." ”

It's late now, and Xie Shang doesn't like to stay up late.

He said, "You go take a shower first, and I'll come back later." ”

"Okay."

Xie Shang went back to his side to wash.

Wen Changling is now good at picking melons, and Sister Tao taught her. She patted the watermelons that were piled up in the corner of the wall one by one with her hands, listened carefully to the sound made, and then picked out the one that sounded the most familiar, cut it in half with a knife, and everything was opened, and the melon bag was really red.

Wen Changling gave Xie Shang half of it, put a bench at the door, and sat on the side with him.

She scooped a large spoonful with a spoon, stuffed her mouth like a hamster, and the juice was all over her mouth, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction: "It's so sweet." ”

Xie Shang looked at her for a few seconds, held her face, and turned around: "I was bitten." He touched the wound on her lip with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?" ”

Xie Xingxing is really so separated.

Ling Bao: Keep the book, and bite back later.