He wasn't much better, sweating from his forehead.

The hot pain went all the way to the door of the brain.

But in the midst of this pain, Fang Ci felt that everything was being healed.

Plundered by need, the soul is nailed back to the ground.

As if being dragged by a force, she returned from the edge of the cliff to the stable ground.

The first time she looked at him, the light of the lighter was reflected in his eyes, and the sensation she felt of a detached soul crashing back into her body was transformed into a real sensation in the pain.

She couldn't help but call his name again.

Say, "...... Like. ”

His voice was extremely hoarse, "Do you like it when it hurts like this?" ”

Fang Ci hummed, wrapped his hands around his face, and leaned towards him, as if begging and whispered, "Wen Zhiyan, don't forget me, okay?" ”

He laughed, "How could I have forgotten you." ”

She said, "I'm hurting you, too, right?" ”

Wen Zhiyan bit her earlobe, whispered word by word with a hot temperature, and hit her eardrum, "Fang Ci, Lao Tzu, all the pain is given by you." ”

The previous slap.

Now the hoop.

The sea of hot fire burned and completely melted her frozen heart.

Each other has been branded with an unforgettable imprint that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

-

Wen Zhiyan leaned on the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

Fang Ci lay on top of him, his eyelashes trembling as his legs trembled.

The hand he held the cigarette stroked the sweaty hair on her sideburns, "Still hurting?" ”

She mumbled, "It feels like it's going to last until tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, he smiled, "What do you mean by asking me to withdraw my troops?" ”

"Hmm."

"Okay."

He deserves it simply.

"Really?" She lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "I don't feel like we're comfortable." ”

He looked down at her, a smile on his lips, "...... It's going to take a process, and you might have to get used to it once or twice. ”

The bedside phone rang.

Wen Zhiyan glanced sideways, and then picked it up slowly, "Grandpa." ”

"When will you be back?"

"I can't come back, I'm in the old villa."

Hearing Grandpa's voice, he immediately became a little angry, "You! Ridiculous! ”

"It's a hurry." He was still in that nonchalan tone.

"What's the hurry?! That little girl from the Fang family was kidnapped?! ”

These words were too angry, and they clearly reached Fang Ci's ears from a little distance.

“…… Almost," Wen Zhiyan nodded, and then smiled, "Since you all know, please help me deal with the aftermath of the birthday party, thank you grandpa." ”

It's insolent.

Grandpa Wen hung up the phone angrily.

Did his family already know about it?

A trace of uneasiness passed through Fang Ci's heart, and when the words reached her throat, she swallowed them back.

It doesn't matter if she knows, she doesn't need to hear her family to chase her anyway. She'll go herself.

Putting down the phone, he looked down at her face, "Take a shower." ”

"I don't want to move."

"Why are you still delicate?" He snorted softly.

Anyway, he picked her up and went to the bathroom.

On the glass of the shower room, the water marks continue to accumulate and slide down. Entanglement figures.

Fang Ci's legs trembled, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he could only barely hold steady by one of his arms and his hands on the wall.

Her back was blocked by his fiery chest, and she was a little out of breath.

"Don't move around, help you clean up."

It's that low-magnetic voice again, with coaxing.

-

When she got back to bed, she realized that his eyelashes were all wet, and they were hanging down in clusters.

Surprisingly beautiful.

She shared a cigarette with him.

Moist filters are exchanged between each other's lips and tongues.

Fang Ci lay in the crook of his arm, looked up at him, and said, "...... Actually, I have a birthday present for you. ”

"I still deserve a gift from you?"

He laughed.

"You go get it, it's in my coat pocket."

Wen Zhiyan obediently got out of bed to get it, and then went back to bed.

A square brocade box.

She wrapped herself in the quilt and opened the box, which contained a Cuban bracelet.

Pull him by the arm and put it on for him.

The Cuban style of heavy industry is very much in line with the wasteland ring on his middle finger. Reflecting the cold white wrist and bone joints. Long five fingers, very sexy.

Fang Ci held his wrist and admired it, but the feast stared at her face.

She doesn't seem to have much interest in jewelry, so how can she use a bracelet as a gift?

Fang Ci then took off the iris ring from his index finger and attached it to the bracelet on his wrist.

Wen Zhiyan understood-

“…… It's a couple. She said.

"I bought it a long time ago, and I haven't found a chance to use it, but when I went back to Senhe today, I still turned it out when Nian Nian helped me pack up my things."

Wen Zhiyan's eyes were a little deeper, his breathing was lighter, and he looked at her well.

It was also at this moment that he finally understood the meaning of gifts.

He and her, as if they really passed through this bracelet and this ring, blood and bone were blended.

Wen Zhiyan rolled over and pressed down, covered the two of them with a quilt, and whispered in this dimly cramped space, "I have changed my mind." ”

He originally thought that it was the first time, and he had to let her take a good time and talk about it next time.

After all, it will be a long time coming.

Now he thinks that there are only tens of thousands of nights in his life.

Can't be wasted.

In the ashtray, the cigarette butt that was thrown in was still burning.

Smoke rises.

It should be accompanied by the increasingly violent rainstorm outside the window.

It resembles an old garden in the Middle Ages, blooming in the rain and then being destroyed.

Chapter 28

On Sunday afternoon, Fang Ci slept slowly until he woke up naturally.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I felt sore, and my legs seemed to have been held for a long time, and I couldn't exert myself.

The other side of the bed was empty, and there was no other person's body temperature for a long time.

She turned her head to look out the window, and then stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, before she remembered that Wen Zhiyan had hugged her and kissed her before leaving in the morning, and buried her head in her ear and said, I am gone.

Thinking of his reluctance at that time, she felt a little relieved in her heart.

When I was washing, I looked up in the mirror and saw a few clear marks on my neck.

Cover it up with a little powder, but it doesn't have much effect.

She took out her mobile phone, opened a commonly used life-sharing app, and searched for "how to cover kiss marks".

Most of the bloggers recommend using a concealer foundation with strong concealer, but she has a good skin foundation, so she doesn't need these in her daily life, and she naturally doesn't have any preparation at hand.

In the end, I honestly used the material method - I wore a loose turtleneck.

Li Youxian was still waiting in the living room on the second floor, driving her back to the dormitory of Beijing University.

As soon as I opened the dormitory door, a fierce "Congratulations baby Aci!" broke out inside. "Ah Ci is awesome!"

Wen Zhi and Yu Xiangwen even bought some small trumpets and ornaments for the celebration of the festival and decorated her desk.