He was silent for a long time, and then said in a dumb voice, "...... Fang Ci," he fixed his gaze on her, and his voice was as deep and determined as he had sworn at the wedding, "I will promise you that I will never let you go." So, at least with me, relax, okay? ”

Fang Ci's pupils dilated for a few seconds, and then smiled, "Really? ”

Probably a smile that really comes from the heart, so bright and dazzling.

"Of course."

Fang Ci was still smiling, and that smile gradually seemed lonely, mixed with affection.

As if thinking of something, she took the iris ring from her index finger, clenched it into a fist, and said, "I have a tattoo on my index finger, guess what?" ”

"What? Snake? ”

Fang Ci shook his head and raised his hand to cover his eyes, "What about this?" Can you guess? ”

Wen Zhiyan leaned on the pillow and the pillow, his head was raised deeply, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I can't guess." ”

Holding her like this all the time, her freshly bathed body exuded a fluffy heat that had already burned him.

"The gray dove with its wings spread."

She whispered, "Symbolizing freedom." ”

In these words, Wen Zhiyan felt that her hand covering his eyes was like a delicate fluff in the gray dove, gently brushing his eyelashes.

She leaned closer to him, her palm slid down, and stroked the ink serpentine tattoo above his Adam's apple, "What about you?" Why tattoo this? ”

Wen Zhiyan frowned slightly, and the indescribable surge burned his consciousness in an instant.

Through the two thin layers of fabric, the body temperature is close to each other, and I don't know who lit whom.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the danger was evident.

He kissed her on the lips fiercely, sucking out all the oxygen and lips and tongues. Wrapping, breathing heavily, messed up the rhythm.

One arm hugged her tightly, and the other hand was jointed. The long two fingers were together, and they touched the wetness under the quilt.

Wen Zhiyan laughed hoarsely, "...... How fast? ”

Fang Ci was still holding his neck, almost a little distracted, biting his lip and looking into his eyes.

He kissed her chin, her slender neck, and his fingers moved slowly under the quilt, "because the serpent symbolizes desire. Hope, the world always says desire. It's shameful to want to associate it with disaster, but I don't feel that way,"

"I think it's because of desire. Hope, let us live here. ”

"People always have to be addicted to something and live passionately to have fun, don't they?"

Chapter 24

"Addicted to something"

"Live Passionately"

There was a low tremor in the depths of the canyon in the distance.

Fang Ci buried his head in the side of Wen Zhiyan's neck, frowning slightly to calm his breathing, and the words he had just said came to mind.

This is like him.

He was so wild and uninhibited, with a burning vitality.

It's like his body temperature at the moment.

Fang Ci slowly opened his eyes, and as far as the eye could see, under the white shirt with two buttons open, his cold white protruding collarbones and repair. Long neck.

The dim light of the bedside lamp shines through a layer of shirt fabric, casting a soft light on it.

She raised her hand, pointing. The tip burrowed along the neckline and caressed the side of his neck and his shoulders.

Wen Zhiyan turned his head to kiss her, and the gentle kiss suppressed an obvious restlessness.

Beneath his palm was the softness of a silk nightdress.

It's hard to get rid of the heat.

His breathing was heavy all the time, and his Adam's apple rolled unbearably from time to time.

Fang Ci's palm slid over the Adam's apple, and his fingers slowly tightened. He laughed dumbly, "...... Want to murder me? ”

We all died tonight.

Then tonight will be an eternal night.

She thought to herself absurdly.

“…… I hope tonight never ends. ”

Just stay at the moment.

Wen Zhiyan put her under the covers, rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips, and said with a low smile, "That's enough?"

He leaned down and kissed her neck, her collarbone, his whisper sprayed with a scorching breath, "We still have a lot to do." ”

The palm of his hand kneaded vigorously, and then he stopped, and he said, "Sleep, I'll take a shower, and then I'll come and be with you." ”

-

Early the next morning.

When Fang Ci woke up, there was no trace of Wen Zhiyan on the other side of the bed.

Last night's warm embrace was like a dream.

This is the first time I have been hugged to sleep by him.

The temperature had already made her covetous, and she unconsciously reached out and stroked it on the pillow he had slept on. Touch.

After washing, I heard a faint conversation outside the door.

Like Lee Woo-hyun.

Fang Ci opened the door a crack and probed out.

Outside the door, the two turned back at the same time.

Wen Zhiyan's eyes turned into a smile, "Awake?" Come down for some breakfast. ”

She was also wearing a nightgown with a noticeable red mark above her collarbone.

Li Youxian was keenly aware of the unusual aura flowing between the two people, and silently opened his eyes, "I'll go downstairs first." ”

Wen Zhiyan had already walked over, squeezed through the crack in the door, and hugged her, "We need to talk." ”

“…… About my sister? ”

"Well," Wen Zhiyan said, "she can't continue to live here. ”

"Why?"

"This is my place with you, and I don't want anyone else to visit except for Lee You-hyun, who occasionally comes to report."

"Last night there was an emergency, and it was only here that I chose to bring her here."

"She has nowhere else to go."

"Take her to the hospital in the afternoon."

Fang Ci was silent.

Wen Zhiyan caressed the marks on her neck with his fingertips, and his eyelashes drooped, "I have an idea about this matter, do you want to listen to it?" ”

-

In order to prevent the situation from escalating, Dr. Tan took Fang Niannian to the hospital alone, but Fang Ci did not follow.

On the weekend, Fang Ci stayed in the old villa and rarely moved.

Perhaps it was the shallow operation on Friday night that caused her to tense and her wounds to crack as a result. On Saturday night, Wen Zhiyan only hugged her and slept for another night.

It's just that on Sunday morning, he still got up and left first.

In the morning, the wound finally scabbed over and the wound became itchy.

It's long and unbearable, and it drills into the heart.

In the evening, a group of three people went to Fang's villa.

Yesterday morning, after receiving a call from Wen Zhiyan, Qu Yingqiu and Fang Hong ended their trip abroad ahead of schedule and returned home.

Looking at the building from afar, Fang Ci was already nervous.

Wen Zhiyan held her hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

"Just do what you say, will it be okay?" Fang Ci raised his eyes to look at him, "Will my mother hate me even more?" ”

"No, it won't." Wen Zhiyan looked at her quietly, "What if you are jealous?" ”

He said, "You didn't live to please her, you are yourself." ”

Fang Ci unconsciously stroked the winged gray pigeon on the index finger of his right hand with his left hand, and the ring had been removed and replaced on his left hand.

She no longer needs to cover up.

Her rebellion, her thorns, her desire for freedom.

There is nothing unseemly that is unsightly.

She nodded.

-

Qu Yingqiu and Fang Hong stood at the door to greet them, with decent and affectionate smiles on their faces.

"Young Master Wen, Mr. Li, please come in."

Five people sit down on the sofa in the living room.

Wen Zhiyan sat in the center of the couch, his long legs folded idly.

There was about two people's width between Fang Ci and him.

After the maid served the tea, Fang Hong opened his mouth first, "Anyway, thank you Young Master Wen for taking care of us Niannian, and inviting the doctor to come and take a look, and send her to the hospital, it's really troublesome for you, fortunately it was your assistant who came, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable." ”