Wen Yao closed his eyes.
The tragic, sad and unremembered past once again surfaced in his mind.
A bathtub filled with blood.
And...her look of hatred.
Touching the girl's frightened almond eyes, he was silent for a moment and said, "Did I make you sad?"
"……No."
"You're lying to me."
On the way to send her back, Wen Yao suddenly leaned over and hugged her, burying his head deeply in her collarbone, and said in a dull voice, "I'm sorry... but when I saw you and him... I really couldn't control myself. Please forgive me, okay?"
The girl didn't seem to expect this sudden closeness.
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly placed her small hands on his back and hugged him back.
"I don't blame you, Wen Yao." She whispered in his ear, "You're so sensitive."
Some of them sound like complaints and childish words.
Wen Yao suddenly laughed out loud.
But he refused to let go.
Under the dim sky, the girl's delicate face faintly lost some of its youthfulness. Wen Yao lowered his eyes, which were as dark as ink, and suddenly asked, "Has he touched here before?"
His pale, cold fingertips touched Banshu's soft, warm lips.
The tips of the girl's ears suddenly turned red.
"No."
A hint of chill slowly flashed across Wen Yao's gloomy eyes.
He didn't even say who it was.
So...she has a crush on Shang Ting, right?
But he showed nothing.
He just rubbed the girl's soft and fragrant lips with his fingertips, and the strength gradually increased.
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. She opened her moist almond-shaped eyes and said, "Wen... Wen Yao, it hurts..."
Wen Yao quickly came to his senses and lowered his head. The girl's bright red lips were slightly swollen. He covered her watery eyes with trembling hands, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Next second.
The sound of wind in my ears suddenly stopped.
He gently held her hot lips, and his big hands grasped the girl's slender and fragile neck in a controlling manner.
"Don't reject me... Shushu... don't reject me..."
He murmured.
Then the kiss became more intense.
It seemed to take away all the breath from her lips.
"Wen... Wen Yao..."
The delicate and beautiful girl clung weakly to the man's strong and sturdy shoulders. She was slightly stunned when she vaguely saw the traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.
He kissed her very deeply and hard.
It's almost like drowning in it.
Pan Shu's eyes were blurred, with a hint of inquiry in them.
Before Wen Yao opened his eyes, she looked helpless and immature, sinking into the deep sea of lust.
Wen Yao gently stroked her soft cheek with one hand, his forehead against hers, their noses against hers, and the only sound in their ears was the lingering sound of each other's breathing.
He gasped slightly, "Sorry."
He said sorry many times today.
Hot tears quickly gathered in Panshu's eyes, and they fell down one by one like beads with broken strings.
A trace of pain flashed in Wen Yao's eyes.
He gently kissed Pan Shu's forehead and said, "Whatever you want to do is fine."
Just don't fall in love with anyone else. Just love him, okay?
The young and ignorant girl in front of me gradually overlapped with the cold and indifferent beautiful face without a trace of warmth in my memory.
Wen Yao's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"That's good."
You can say he is a coward or that he is escaping.
All Wen Yao wants is to maintain the status quo.
She was still standing in front of him.
——I don’t hate him yet.
The girl looked at him blankly, as if she couldn't understand what the relationship between him and her was now. She frowned in distress, "I don't like you like this."
Wen Yao readily apologized, "Sorry, I'll bring you custard buns tomorrow."
The girl still refused to give in.
"Two." Wen Yao added silently.
"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you. Don't do this again next time."
The girl waved her hand generously.
She smiled brightly again, "You can go back now. I'm here."
Wen Yao looked at her bouncing figure and asked hesitantly, "Do you want to study?"
Pan Shu looked back at him in confusion and said, "No. I don't like reading. I can't understand anything that's so messy."
After saying that, she walked up the stairs and when she reached the second floor, she said goodbye to Wen Yao.
By this time the sky had become completely dark.
Like oppressive, suffocating, thick, black, bitter ink.
The man gradually became a little colder.
so.
I obviously don't like reading, but for Shangting, do I still force myself?
Just to stay with Shang Ting for a while longer.
Wen Yao couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.
Shang Ting was like a thorn in the soft flesh of his heart that could not be removed.
Every time he thought the thorn was gone.
But it can also teach him a lesson.
—It made him convulse with pain.
He is sick.
The disease is not clear.
No wonder she called him a psycho.
He deserves to be scolded.
Wen Yao frowned in distress.
I've been trying really hard to disguise my emotions.
Is it still not working?
Seeing the light in the girl's room come on, Wen Yao hid in the darkness, like a despicable person waiting for the dawn.
He stood there for a long, long time.
Until the thin liquid fell on him.
Then he realized, oh, it was raining.
This is a good thing, as it means that the crops being tried to be grown in the base have the possibility of growing.
He moved his fingertips, then turned and left.
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