Chapter 487: Self-denial and righteousness, the voice-controlled professor fell in love online with his neighbor, the widow who killed her husband (27)
Her chin was lifted by Zhuang Ninghe, and his obscure and fiery eyes seemed to be examining her fair and delicate facial features.
"Is that really you?"
The man lowered his neck and kissed her lightly, still hot and raw, but the kiss made her move...
"Well, I really need to get the lines right."
The girl's eyes were already misty, and her jade-white knuckles fell on the back of his hand, moving up along his slightly raised green meridians.
The constant itching from her thin forearms and thick upper arms made Zhuang Ninghe hook one hand around her waist and kiss her restless hands on his lips.
"Be good, baby, I love you so much and don't want to hurt you."
Zhuang Ninghe believed that she was really conscious. For some reason, he restrained her hands with one hand, held her from behind, made her lie on her side, and covered her with a quilt.
"Wake up tomorrow and see what it is."
Lin Muqing turned around, snuggled into his arms, face to face, and kissed his Adam's apple, "Good night."
The two fell asleep in each other's arms in their dreams.
When Zhuang Ninghe woke up in the morning, there was only a quilt in his arms. It seemed that he had really been dreaming.
However, after hugging her all night, he felt the reality that seemed like a dream. He looked at her with heavy eyes for a long time and then resigned himself to his fate and got up.
When Lin Muqing got up, he knocked on his door.
"Aning?"
Penetrate through the door panel.
The soft and sweet smell of her body after she got up and the sound of her calling his name were like the enchanting voice that lured people into the abyss of depravity.
Zhuang Ninghe stared at his disappointing self with a gloomy expression, breathing heavily, quickly and sexily.
Finally, he lay on the bed. The curtains were not drawn in the room. There was only darkness, covering him... everything...
"Yeah, I'm here." He tried to remain calm, but his voice was so hoarse that it was hard to hear.
Lin Muqing thought she was called in, so she turned the doorknob and found it was open.
Just opened it.
Zhuang Ninghe saw a beam of light coming out of the bedroom door and sat there calmly, only tying his belt with his hands.
He went to her room several times last night and forgot to lock the door!
Seeing the slender figure approaching him, he sighed softly.
"Don't turn on the light. I'll be out in a minute."
"Oh." Lin Muqing twitched his nose, trembled, turned around and left.
Ahhhhh.
Fortunately she didn't turn on the light.
Her heart was beating fast, and she walked out with her hands and feet together, breathing a sigh of relief.
He touched his hot cheeks and sat on the sofa.
Not long after, Zhuang Ninghe came out. He was not wearing pajamas. He was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater as a base and a long black coat on the outside. He put on his glasses again, and his appearance was elegant and outstanding.
He walked behind her sofa, supported his arms on both sides, leaned over, and rubbed her forehead apologetically, "Sorry."
"Isn't that what you said is normal?" She turned her head and winked at him. Zhuang Ninghe stopped worrying and kissed her forehead gently, then helped her stand up:
"Should we go out for breakfast or stay home?"
"Come on out, I want to go out and play with you. I'm tired of staying at home."
"Then go back and change your clothes."
Lin Muqing pulled him back to his room.
"Sit anywhere." She smiled at him, her dimples narrowed at him, and ran back to her room to change clothes.
Zhuang Ninghe saw his dried flower paintings on the wall of the living room, and a large glass window filled with dolls, each with a note underneath.
It's a date.
Like the date he gave the gift.
After scanning each doll one by one, he was slightly stunned, and then a smile spread from the corners of his mouth.
…
It didn't snow today, so they walked side by side on the street, stepping on the soft white snow.
Masks and hats covered their faces. She leaned against the man with her arm around him and spoke casually.
"I don't think I've told you about my situation. Have you seen what's happening on the Internet? I don't have any relatives left."
"Don't worry about that." Zhuang Ninghe glanced at her with a warm gaze, "Do you still remember that you drowned a few months ago?"
"I remember." She nodded, as if puzzled.
"I performed your surgery, and that's when we got to know each other."
He felt distressed when he thought of the shocking scars on her arms that day.
"Oh, did you like me then?"
"I forgot." He couldn't remember clearly. It shouldn't be love, but he had some emotions towards her other than illness. He didn't know what those emotions were at that time.
"It doesn't matter. I just like you now." She told me everything and asked quietly, "What was your dream last night?"
Zhuang Ninghe wanted to ask, but he forgot it after the interruption in the morning. He lowered his body and approached her, "Do you really remember?"
See her nod.
"No one can tell from now on." He said in a more serious tone.
"Okay, just tell Aning." She pointed to the store in front of her where the queue was, "The donkey rolls in front are delicious, let's go buy some."
"Well, I have to go back to school this afternoon. Do you want to go?"
"No, I don't want to tell anyone yet. I don't want your career to be affected." She also wanted to walk in public with him after graduating from university.
"If you don't want to, then don't tell me. But if you have any plans, you must tell me clearly."
Zhuang Ninghe doesn't understand the entanglement of fate, but since he has already entered the game, he wants the best ending.
It's worthy of this encounter.
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