Chapter 316 "Hold me for a while, don't move."

The bedroom door was pushed open at some point.

Through his hazy eyes, Song Cun saw the tall figure walking in from the door.

She cried very carefully just now, and even when she was emotional, she deliberately lowered her voice, but Liang Zhouheng should have heard it.

She just felt extremely embarrassed, as if an ugly scar on her body was being exposed in front of her.

The tears on her face wet half of her face, but fortunately he couldn't see it, so she resisted the urge to raise her hand to wipe it away.

He walked in and stopped at the door. She couldn't see his expression, but she felt that his steps were heavier than usual.

His whole body was sunken in a deep pool, and as soon as he spoke, he realized that they were actually very close.

His voice was soft, as gentle as usual, "It's unlucky to cry on your birthday."

It would have been fine if he didn't say anything, but as soon as he spoke, the sourness that Song Cun had been holding back seemed to be suddenly brought back by him.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, but she couldn't stop the tears.

He stretched out his hand towards her and handed her something. She was slightly startled, and her tears blurred her vision. She couldn't see clearly and didn't dare to raise her hand to take it.

The next second, a soft and silky cloth was gently placed on her cheek.

She realized it was a silk handkerchief.

Through the thin handkerchief, she felt the man's warm and strong fingertips gently kneading her wet cheeks.

Song Cun was stunned for a moment.

She raised her head suddenly, trying to see his face clearly, but she couldn't see it clearly. She only felt a faint sense of oppression from him.

She seemed to have been stimulated, and her body, which had been shaking slightly from sobbing, froze and she dared not move at all.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated at this moment.

"Brother Liang?"

She tried to call him, but her throat was so dry that her voice trembled slightly, like a spark in the dim space. The air around them suddenly burned, and breathing seemed to become difficult. A tense feeling as if strangling her throat made Song Cun want to run away.

She stood up and tried to turn on the light quickly.

However, the moment she stood up, she was suddenly pulled by a big hand and pressed into his arms in the dark.

The familiar breath, the familiar hard and broad chest, but this time it was not an accidental collision. There was a hand pressing her on the back, holding her tightly, and her mouth was almost on his shoulder.

His white shirt was immediately wet by her wet lips.

Her heart seemed to have missed a beat, as if she had suddenly fallen into a pit. She was stunned for a few seconds before she instinctively tried to jump away.

He held her head with one hand, and whispered to her ear with his lips: "Hold me for a while, don't move."

Song Cun seemed to have heard an order and did not dare to move anymore, his heart was churning wildly.

She heard his heavy breathing in the dim light and the strong heartbeat from his chest. She pressed herself tightly against him, and it felt like a place deep inside her was suddenly filled.

This moment was like a dream. She was greedy and slowly stretched out her arms to hug his waist.

The man's body was obviously tense, and then she felt the two strong hands on her back ruffling her thin pajamas bit by bit.

She struggled a little late, but just as her head moved away from his shoulder, his face pressed down on her, and there was suddenly a strange touch on his moist lips.