The three of them went back to their rooms from the garden to sleep, and Yu Chisheng lay on the bed for a long time.

He thought that even if he slept with her like a child who did not understand the world, as long as he could be caressed by her delicate, narrow, plump and white hands, he would be satisfied and happy, and all the effort would be worth it.

In order to realize this idea, he dug out his mind and tried his best to think of all kinds of common ways to seduce women and even obscene tricks, but he completely rejected them in the blink of an eye.

Tossing and turning, he lay on the bed and thought about it so much that he couldn't come up with anything to do, until the one o'clock bell on his phone rang.

This bell is a piano accompaniment performed by the famous Russian pianist Vladimir Horowitz, gently flapping his loneliness and bravery in the silent and lonely night sky.

He didn't think he should be cowardly and scared—what were he afraid of, but she got angry and kicked me out!

He cheers himself up, he must do what he says, and if he doesn't do it, he won't be a real man......

He sent a message to Murong Lian at the time, but she didn't reply, but looking at her angry look, he seemed to vaguely feel that she was pretending and not really angry.

If Murong Lian was really angry, she would have sent a message or called him to scold him, but until now she hadn't...... It seemed that she was acquiescing, and acquiescence was encouragement, so there was no reason for him not to go.

Wei Chisheng lived on the first floor, and Murong Lian lived upstairs on his floor...... He looked at the ceiling, thinking that it would be better to act once than ten thousand times. So he said and acted, stopped thinking nonsense, and mustered up the courage to go up to the second floor.

He wears no shoes, only cloth socks, barefoot, head down, waist hooked, tiptoeing, sincere fear, looking around, walking and pausing for a while, like a sensitive mouse to reconnoiter the "enemy situation", once someone finds it, he can immediately return the same way.

As he passed by the door of Cao Pu's bedroom where he slept alone, he heard a snoring sound from inside, as loud as thunder, as if the entire villa was shaking in the sound of snoring.

Wei Chisheng couldn't help but show a disappointed and happy look, because he could no longer find a reason or excuse not to go to Murong Lian's room, so he had to rush towards Cao Pu's bedroom door.

With a fear and panic in his heart that was a thousand times more terrifying than being a thief, he finally walked to the door of Murong Lian's bedroom. Although the distance he walked was only a few tens of meters, he felt as if it was several kilometers away.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that Murong Lian's bedroom door was not locked—she deliberately left the door for him, this ...... It made Wei Chisheng bold again.

Softly and sneakily, he pushed open the bedroom door, and found that there was still a glimmer of light inside, and it turned out that her bedside lamp had not been extinguished.

……

Where can Murong Lian sleep?

She was lying on the bed thinking nonsense, she was thinking about the message sent by Yu Chi Sheng...... It was already past one o'clock when she looked at the time on her phone, and she wanted him to come and not to come, and she was in a contradiction all the time.

At this moment, the shadow of the person in front of Murong Lian's eyes shook, and when she looked at it, she really saw Yu Chisheng walking in. She bounced off the bed in a panic.

"Ah...... You...... You...... You're really here......" She didn't expect him to come, thinking it was a joke, so she couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing that she was so panicked that she wanted to scream, Wei Chisheng suddenly panicked.

However, Wei Chisheng did not forget to put his hand to his mouth and let out a shush, and then pointed in the direction of the room where Cao Pu was sleeping, signaling that she did not need to scream, so as not to wake up others, especially Cao Pu.

Here, in his panic, he forgot all about the mere desire to come and see her, and to be satisfied with a slight caress from her, and restored his true and primitive face.

Murong Lian scolded him fiercely in a low and sullen voice......

But Wei Chisheng didn't respond or even take into account her whispered scolding, so he immediately knelt down at her feet that exuded the unique gentleness and charm of a woman, hugged her knees tightly with his hands without letting go, and couldn't help but sobbed low in front of her.

……

He was so tired, indeed he was so tired, he was sweating profusely – both mentally and physically.

Two hours later, Wei Chisheng walked out of Murong Lian's bedroom, revealing a look of satisfaction and fulfillment, feeling like a small boat floating in the wide ocean, suddenly finding a warm, humid and quiet and fulfilling harbor.

But he didn't know the reason for his contentment and fulfillment, and his clumsy and stupid ideas alone could not have been realized.

It was all thanks to the magic of his love for her that burst out from his heart and the manly and brave charm that he exuded, which infected and moved her, and conquered and possessed her.

However, when he hugged Murong Lian in the first warm time in bed, Wei Chisheng had a distorted self-esteem and cheap self-love - he couldn't see Murong Lian's reserved and even disgusted attitude, he felt that even if he couldn't be with her and was lonely for the rest of his life, he still had self-esteem and didn't need her pity and sympathy.

Later, as he felt more and more comfortable, he fell victim to sympathy and pity. In other words, he would rather have Murong Lian's sympathy and pity and ruin the good feeling in her heart or the beautiful image in her mind, but also take advantage of this rare opportunity to play a veteran role in the Fengyue occasion who is like a finger and can handle it with ease.

He no longer controls the spirit of pleasure that stirs up in his heart, nor does he think about or think about the infinite regret that will remain after the pleasure, but his own desires quietly and silently bind him.

He fears or fears that if he abandons or even abandons the pattern of thought he has prepared for himself for a long time, he will fall into a bottomless and boundless amount of regret like a swamp, and he will become a joke and a trick for himself and even others to treat him with insolence and obscenity.

All in all, all the factors that make him a good, proud or outstanding successful person, every moment here has become an obstacle and an obstacle to his enjoyment and possession of that happiness.

And what about Murong Lian? When Wei Chisheng suddenly walked in from outside her bedroom door, she was so frightened and incoherent that she was angry and angrily reprimanded him for not being so frivolous and lewd.

However, when she saw him weeping bitterly as a big man, although he was pretending, she did not see it, and immediately felt pity and sympathy for him.

It was in the midst of such contradictions, pain, pleasure and pleasure that she quickly threw herself into his embrace that gave people an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Murong Lian stubbornly believed in private that these frivolous and even prodigal actions between her and him did not have any intention or purpose other than affection.

Despite this, she felt that this time she really wanted to become the target of moral and public opinion condemnation and even punishment by laws and regulations, as well as her sense of guilt and guilt for her husband - she couldn't help but tremble when she thought of this......

In order to escape the uncomfortable feeling in front of her or to wipe away the scene that appeared in front of her, she tried her best to cater to Wei Chisheng......

She had forgotten everything, as if there were only two of them in the world.

Even after Wei Chisheng left her, her excitement and passion that was aroused and provoked did not cool down or retreat for a long time, but it has remained in her mind for a long time.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the feeling of a sharp blade piercing deep into her heart, tearing and torturing her fragile heart with the sadness and pain of remorse and remorse.