Chapter 30 I won't do it anymore
Ever since Shen Tinglan met Lin Zhizhou again, her spirit has been in an invisible state of tension.
Now I have a high fever, and the tension that has been building for days has finally broken.
She was always in bizarre scenes in her dreams. Sometimes it was Lin Zhizhou's stern and unkind sermons in college, and sometimes it was the endless "Criminal Law" and "Civil Law" that she had to memorize.
She complained bitterly while carrying him on her back, and no matter how much she acted coquettishly and tried to please him, Lin Zhizhou just refused to give in.
He always said, "It's all for her own good."
It's all bullshit.
Later, because of Lin Zhiqiu's relationship, she could always get his first-hand resources, such as when he would come back home, when he would work, or whether he was in a relationship.
Every time Lin Zhiqiu answered, her heart, which was daydreaming, became more excited.
A workaholic who doesn't want to be in a relationship and keeps himself clean, how great is that? She should still have a chance. This is probably the ultimate fantasy of every Dream Girl fan.
In order to attract his attention, she did a lot of things, so many that her memory of them became fuzzy and she could no longer remember some of them.
One of the most memorable ones.
One year, the school had a popular hairband festival. Girls would give their hairbands to boys, and the boys would wear it on their wrists to show that they had girlfriends.
Shen Tinglan naturally would not miss such a meaningful thing. She secretly placed a thick black rope knot in his office. One day in class, she saw with her sharp eyes that Lin Zhizhou was wearing her black hair knot on his thick wrist bone.
Not only did she see it, but everyone in the class saw it. She was filled with joy, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart. She felt that the time had come, so she wrote a long confession letter that day.
Prepare to confess.
However, the opposite happened.
She mustered up her courage and stepped into the office she had entered countless times, but this time she was really nervous.
As usual, he was sitting at his desk, head bowed, reading carefully with a serious expression.
She came to his side in one go. Lin Zhizhou heard the noise and looked up in confusion.
The voice was clear: "What's the matter?"
She blushed, a rare sight, and stared intently at the black hairband on his wrist, her heart beating like a drum.
She prepared herself mentally and spoke, and this time, she called his name.
Her voice was as clear as a spring: "Lin Zhizhou, I like——".
"Chen Tinglan, don't think about these things during school." Lin Zhizhou suddenly stood up and interrupted her halfway through her words.
If it's cold, there's no temperature.
It was obvious that he knew what she was going to say, and he interrupted her unkindly, interrupted her unrealistic thoughts, and interrupted her wishful thinking.
Shen Tinglan was unwilling.
He said shamelessly: "You are wearing my hairband, which means..." The rest of the words were stuck in Shen Tinglan's throat, and he couldn't say it or swallow it.
Hearing this, Lin Zhizhou raised his wrist and took off the knot while saying, "This? I just happened to use it to tie up some documents, but now it's useless. Besides, I didn't know it was yours."
After saying that, she handed the hairband to her. Shen Tinglan didn't know why, but when she looked at the calm and indifferent Lin Zhizhou, her eyes suddenly turned red with anger. She was furious and embarrassed, completely forgetting that it had always been her unrequited love.
He picked up something on the table and threw it towards Lin Zhizhou's wrist, but he didn't expect that the thing was quite heavy.
It's a mini stapler.
Shen Tinglan regretted it the next second after throwing the thing over.
Then there was a "bang" sound, and Lin Zhizhou did not dodge. The stapler hit the silver watch strap on his left hand without warning.
Fortunately, fortunately.
Shen Tinglan regretted it so much that he covered his mouth and stuttered: "I'm... I'm... sorry, I... didn't... mean it."
She stepped forward to look at his wrist, but he avoided it and said calmly, "Nothing."
The word "gently" and his subconscious avoidance hurt her deeply.
This scene reminded her all the time that it was wishful thinking for a toad to want to eat swan flesh.
There were many similar incidents. Every time Shen Tinglan felt disheartened, Lin Zhiqiu would treat her to a big meal, and in the end it was Lin Zhizhou who paid the bill. At this time, the dog-licking behavior was fully reflected.
Every time Shen Tinglan finished a big meal, he would complete his self-strategy and face Lin Zhizhou happily again two days later.
In the grand secret love of youth, being loved is always the capital.
No matter how bruised and battered I am, as long as you beckon me with a finger and show me a little kindness, I can completely forget the cold reality and the biting words.
There is no doubt that Lin Zhizhou will always be top 1 in Shen Tinglan's eyes.
Another frame was forcibly inserted.
The hotel room was bathed in a warm yellow dim light, with shadows overlapping on the large bed, almost frankly.
The man's hot palm held her steadily, and whispered softly in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."
He guided us all the way.
Chen Tinglan hugged his neck emotionally. She wanted to say, what is there to be afraid of? She has been waiting for this day for a long time.
The next second, I felt something was wrong. This didn't sound like he was unconscious. Was it a symptom of Chinese medicine?
Has the effect of the medicine worn off?
At the critical moment, she propped herself up and pulled his head, wanting to see his eyes to confirm.
But the man didn't give her a chance. He held down her rebellious little hands with his big hands and attacked in an orderly manner.
Shen Tinglan was swept up by a huge and strange itch. There were some questions that she couldn't think about carefully, and later, she didn't have time to think about them anymore.
The mouth is blocked and the body is dominated.
He kissed her with his eyes closed, his eyelashes thick and slender, indescribably arousing.
She began to respond to him awkwardly, his sweat flowing on her chest and dripping on her forehead, blending together.
Such a him, such a night, belong only to her.
Compared to the abstinent, cold, dignified and self-restrained gentleman on the podium, she loved his unrestrained, uncontrolled and flesh-and-blood appearance of sweating profusely in bed.
Before she lost consciousness, she was thinking, men's words are lies.
There was no light talk at all.
The woman sleeping soundly on the hospital bed suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and her face frowned deeply.
She unconsciously turned her body slightly and curled up on her side.
Fortunately, the liquid had been infused ten minutes ago and the nurse had already pulled out the needle.
There was a slight churning sound.
A tall figure stood by the window, his voice steady, obviously making a work call. He turned around when he heard the noise.
After giving a few words of instructions, he hung up the phone and strode steadily towards the bedside.
Seeing the woman holding her stomach, her soft facial features slightly twisted, her body lying on her side, the man leaned over and put his palm towards her forehead.
Fortunately, the fever has subsided.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the woman grabbed the big hand that was covering his forehead.
She pleaded in a low voice: "Lin Zhizhou, no more, my stomach hurts." Her tone revealed pain.
Obviously, Shen Tinglan was still trapped in a dream.
Lin Zhizhou's whole body paused, as if he thought of something, with an apologetic look on his face.
His narrow eyes lowered and he leaned over to her ear, softly asking tentatively, "What don't you want?"
A low, magnetic voice came towards him with the scent of cedar wood, and Shen Tinglan pushed his face away.
Her tone became more serious and she sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child: "I really won't do it anymore. I was wrong. If I do it again, it will be bad."
One hand turned into two hands pushing his shoulders.
Hmm? This feels.
Wearing clothes?
Chen Tinglan suddenly opened his eyes, and within a few inches was the enlarged handsome face of Lin Zhizhou.
"Ah..." A scream echoed throughout the ward.
This is to make her ascend to heaven.
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