Fang Ci turned his gaze away, his tone was very light, "...... Not really. ”

She seemed to have given up, "I understand your thoughts, let me go, I still have to take online classes." ”

Wen Zhiyan opened his arms beautifully, making a look like I didn't stop you.

Fang Ci got up neatly from his lap, took the schoolbag next to him, and went to the open kitchen.

She spread out her computer and past papers on the large dining table, put on headphones, and focused on her homework.

After completing a set of reading questions, I made a three- or four-minute "personal statement" according to the questions given by the online teacher.

At this moment, a shadow swept across the table, and then a bony man's hand pinched a bottle of mineral water and pushed it to her hand.

She lifted her face and met his eyes.

Wen Zhiyan should have just gone to take a bath, changed into a black T-shirt and loose draped trousers, his complexion was cold and white, and the noble sense of cleanliness was refreshing.

Her gaze paused for only two seconds, then lowered her head, trying to focus on her homework again.

Wen Zhiyan supported it with one hand, leaned over the table, pressed it in front of her face, and chuckled, "What? Ignore me? ”

A faint woody scent.

Fang Ci held his breath and looked at him with little warmth.

He took off her all-inclusive headphones and stared at her for a long time, "...... I listened, and there was nothing wrong with your pronunciation, and the logic was clear. ”

"Thank you."

She began to pack her bag and prepare to leave.

Wen Zhiyan straightened up and watched the movements of her hands with interest.

With the computer and books in her bag, she said, "It's hard to take a taxi here, can you please take me back to school?" ”

He leaned against the island with his back weak, so that he could look at her for a long time, "No." ”

Fang Ci also knew in his heart that it was approaching the time to go to bed at this time, and it was probably too late to rush to school at this time.

But she was depressed and couldn't be relieved.

I have to go to bed in the morning and evening, so why can't I go to bed earlier? It's better to have substantial progress than to be up and down like this.

She hadn't given anything, but Wen Zhiyan had promised her all kinds of benefits, and the relationship was too unequal and too shaky.

She wanted something for sure, to make sure that the destruction of the marriage could be achieved.

The two looked at each other across the table for a long time, and Wen Zhiyan walked around the table and walked in front of her.

He had his hands in his pockets, his eyelashes lowered, and his voice lower......ed. Temper tantrum? ”

"Not really."

Fang Ci looked into his eyes impartially, and said very calmly, "Between us, we have to sleep sooner or later, don't we?" ”

Every time we get along with each other, every time we look at each other, and the storm that is set off in the bottom of our eyes and heart is not fake.

Their souls tremble at the same frequency.

“…… So," Wen Zhiyan smiled a little on the corner of his lips, "Do you want to be earlier?" ”

"But I know now, you don't want to," Fang Ci said, "and I have no intention of insisting." ”

Wen Zhiyan ignored her words and only commented, "You are very impulsive. ”

"Yes, if I hadn't been impulsive, I wouldn't have gone with you that day."

These words made Wen Zhiyan laugh, "...... Have you been like that before? Or rather, "pause, lowered your voice a few degrees," ...... After you met me, that's it? ”

"If you were any other person, would you follow that night?"

Fang Ci narrowed his eyelashes and was silent.

She has always been unwavering, and her emotions are rarely open, let alone impulsive.

But since I met him outside the "cloud light" that night, it seemed that he was out of control, like a moth to a fire, wanting to fit him more tightly, wanting to entangle.

It's best to burn yourself out in this entanglement.

"What about you?"

"Whoever it is, will you take her away?"

This question came to her mind, but she didn't say it. She had no intention of delving into his motives.

The human heart is the most incapable of exploration, and it is nothing more than shallow desire. Hope, and the intention of a carnival of indulgence.

They are all people who are subject to family circles.

It's just sympathy.

She was silent for a long time, and she didn't ask any questions when she heard the feast.

The answer that can only be obtained by asking questions is usually a lie.

After standing opposite each other for a long time, he suddenly picked her up without warning and put her on the table next to her.

He bent over slightly, his hands on the outside of her thighs, pressed the distance, "Look at me." ”

Fang Ci no longer avoided his gaze, and looked straight into his eyes.

Wen Zhiyan controlled the side of her face with his palm and raised it slightly, but the kiss fell on the side of her neck behind her ear.

Hot and moist lips are imprinted with seals.

Breathing gets scrambled.

The knitted jacket is pulled off the shoulders and falls to the textured table tops behind it.

The white dress inside her was a slightly thick suspender, and at this time, the thin and smooth shoulders were shivering and exposed to the air, a little cold.

The coldness was ironed by his palm, and the shoulder straps fell.

Fang Ci squeezed his hand.

He was the one who rejected just now, and now what is he doing.

Wen Zhiyan looked at her deeply for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "...... How? ”

"Is it fun?"

She said.

"Not all fun."

Fang Ci said, "Get out of the way, I want to come down." ”

Wen Zhiyan picked her up again. This time it's a princess hug.

He went straight in the direction of the stairs.

Fang Ci didn't know what he wanted, so he could only try to keep his heart calm and wait.

When he came to the bedroom where she had slept, he didn't turn on the light, but put her on the bed by the light of neon and moonlight that came in through the window.

His back was pressed against the soft bed, but his heart seemed to float.

Wen Zhiyan did not immediately straighten up, but knelt on one knee on the sheet, hanging above her, staring at her with his eyes down.

Fang Ci still put his arms around his neck.

Through this light, we can vaguely recognize each other's eyes.

The two of them are at a very delicate distance, not attached, but they can clearly feel each other's heat.

His broad shoulders, his vaguely contoured pectoral muscles, everything made her throat tight.

She pressed the pounding of her heart and said, "I don't understand your thoughts. ”

Wen Zhiyan pressed down and kissed her lips after her words landed, and then whispered on her lips, "...... Fang Ci," paused, "You don't have to wait until today. ”

"I'll take you back to Cointreau for the first night," he said, "and if I don't answer that call, we'll roll into the same bed." ”

"In my case, it's so strong."

"I feel like you're the same."

Fang Ci almost began to tremble.

He was right, and that night, she would not refuse.

If she continued to stay in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she and him would soon burn like a torrential rain outside the window.

"So," Wen Zhiyan's palm stuck into the gap between her waist and the bed, then went up, groped for the zipper, pulled it down, and the palm fit the skin, and then lifted up slightly to lift her waist, "You don't have to rush me, you don't have to confirm my intentions." ”

He had a high temperature.

Fang Ci restrained his trembling, and heard him laugh hoarsely again, "...... I promise, I'll be yours for as long as you want it. ”

I don't know whose chest is heaving.

It was so quiet that the sound of breathing seemed to be in my ears.

He let out a deep breath, let go, and covered her with the quilt.

Before turning to leave, Fang Ci called him softly, "...... A feast of smells. ”

He paused.

"So, you're in control of the game, right?"

"That's right."

"And when do you want me?"

“…… Wait until your heart is better. ”

She was indeed always unhappy.

After meeting him, she tries to move from the extreme of decadence to the extreme of indulgence.

-

That night, Fang Ci slept very unsteadily.

She was afraid of the dark, so she turned on the bedside lamp as soon as she left the room, and her eyelids could feel the dim light, but she still couldn't sink to the bottom of the sea.