The moment the door opened, Wanyan was directly pressed against the wall, and the coat on her shoulder fell. Then the security door automatically locked with a "click" sound, and the overlapping figures of the two disappeared in the silent night.

Lu Yanqing lowered her head, and her thin lips accurately covered the girl's soft lips. With unconcealed anger and strong desire to possess, she pried open her closed teeth with a rough tip of her tongue, and slowly reached in, resisting the entanglement.

Feeling his sudden anger, the man gently pressed the back of her head, Wanyan could only be forced to raise her head, straighten her slender neckline, enduring his storm-like kiss.

At first she would struggle, and she clenched her hand into a fist and hit his chest, but the deeper he kissed her. She stubbornly resisted until the arm that was holding her tightened and pressed her towards her. The two hugged each other tightly.

Lu Yanqing knows her best, whether it was five years ago or now.

At this time, her strong arms were tightly embracing her, and Wanyan's body stiffened, and she even forgot to struggle. In return, Lu Yanqing became more and more powerful, and the domineering and rough kiss.

Wanyan had no choice but to retreat, and the oxygen in her chest seemed to be squeezed out bit by bit, and it was difficult to breathe.

The windows in the living room were open, and the cool evening breeze came in, mixing the heavy breath of the two of them.

Lu Yanqing's arms supported the wall, her thin and warm lips gently rubbed and stroked her lips, kissed her soft and slightly hot cheeks in a tight manner, and finally lingered in her ears. The burning breath between her lips and teeth was ambiguously sprayed on the delicate skin between her neck, and the sound overflowing from her throat was hoarse and low: "Say it again, what is this?"

Wanyan felt like a fish on the verge of dryness now, and Lu Yanqing was the condescending ruler.

Her lips were red and swollen, she breathed rapidly, her hands unconsciously clinging to his arms, and repeated unconvincedly: "You know, what else do I do?"

She and Lu Yanqing have a huge difference in strength. He is like a hunter. When he is patient, he will play with you. When his patience is exhausted and he touches the scale, he will be merciless and easily tear off her disguise without giving her any chance to escape.

Just as now, Wanyan's mind was much clearer by the wind, she raised her eyes and was unwilling to be easily controlled by him.

Facing the man's gloomy and cold eyes, Wanyan opened her drunken eyes wide, and burped without any image, and looked at him with her head as if nothing had happened.

Her eyes immediately fell on the thing that Lu Yanqing pinched. She pulled the corner of her lips and smiled, and said without fear of death: "Captain Lu must have never seen this thing before?"

The man in front of him stared at her with a dark eyes, feeling uncomfortable as if he had swallowed glass scum in his throat. He pressed step by step, and the dark and deep eyes rolled undercurrents, as if he was about to look into her eyes, and see clearly that she still had some friendship with him.

Seeing the ash and gloom in the man's eyes, Meng Wanyan suddenly felt a hint of relief after succeeding.

She smiled with her lips curled up, her slender eyes slightly raised, pure and charming, and invisibly sprinkled salt on his bloody wound.

"If Captain Lin doesn't know how to use it, I'll teach you."

Wanyan was deliberately irritating him.

Lu Yanqing clenched his teeth tightly, his back of his hand stretched out blue veins, and he could even see blood vessels with clear veins.

The next second, he pulled the girl in front of him into his arms, hugged him directly to the cold marble table, and unbuttoned the waist-hugging strap on her suit with his other hand.

The man's muscles were tight, like a cheetah with his head waiting for an opportunity, leaning over and looking down at her with black eyes.

Under the dark light, the girl's black and slightly curly long hair was casually and messy on the marble platform, her eyes were misty, her skin was white, her lips were red, and her white suit had long been wrinkled irregularly. She had no waist-hugging straps, revealing her close-fitting black inner wear, and the girl's slender and delicate curves were fully displayed.

The dark night was like a huge and silent container, which contained the two.

All unknown dark emotions are also amplifying bit by bit.

Lu Yanqing's lips tightened, and his voice tightened: "Who have you ever had except me?"

Wanyan looked at him, curled her lips and smiled, and used her drunkenness to be unscrupulous: "There are too many people and I can't remember it."

The girl's light words were like a pair of scissors, which cut the tense nerve in Lu Yanqing's mind shortened with a "click".

A dark fire swept across his body, his face was cold, his reason was gone, leaving only the dark night and the desires that were soaked in anger.

He leaned down and crushed the words into a deep kiss.

The mottled moon shadows passed through the windows and fell on the cold floor. The curtains floated slightly, and the figures on the bed overlapped.

I don’t know who took the initiative first, Wanyan was drunk and confused, and was driven by him as if she was dreamy. After five years, this was the first time the two of them were so close.

The man's black T-shirt and pants and the girl's white suit were spread on the ground in a mess, indicating the intense situation on the scene.

When we were together, Wanyan liked to touch Lu Yanqing's abdominal muscles the most. The muscles were tight and the lines were evenly shaped, like carefully crafted, which felt good to touch.

When the two hugged each other, she would always touch him with a smile while he was not paying attention, but it attracted an even worse response from the man.

The nights in late summer and early autumn brought some coolness, slowly falling on the man's smooth back, the muscles on his waist were slightly tightened, and those unknown traces were also exposed to the stagnant air.

The man's strong and broad back, countless gunshot wounds and terrifying scars, each of which was shocking.

Just the moment Lu Yanqing took off his clothes, Wanyan's eyes stopped on his solid chest.

Seeing those lateral scars, her eyes suddenly stopped, and her breathing paused for a moment.

She was familiar with his body as she was familiar with her own body.

But now, there is only sorrow left.

Wanyan bit her lip, her cold hands gently covered the hideous scar on his chest, and her voice hoarse: "What's wrong with your injuries?"

Lu Yanqing didn't say anything, but his movements did not stop.

It was this time, and he was still stubborn, Wanyan was extremely angry, thinking about counterattack.

The girl's eyes slid blatantly from his bulging Adam's apple, and finally stopped at the man's slender and strong waist and abdomen.

Lu Yanqing lowered her eyes to look at her. No matter whether she was really drunk or pretended to be drunk, there was no room for her to retreat.

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The long and beautiful night passed, and Wanyan was confused until the end of her consciousness, almost thinking that she would fall asleep. This day was longer than before.

Five years ago, as long as she acted like a spoiled person, he would be willing to follow anything, but it was obviously different now.

Like a desperate butterfly, hitting the sleeping iceberg.

Kiss burns your eyes and kisses your pulse.

Love is boiling and she is sanctioned.

The man who was angry was like a beast lurking in his head for a long time and could not eat, holding her hard, as if he was about to rub her into his bones and blood.

At three o'clock in the morning, Meng Wanyan cried intermittently and couldn't sleep well. She had no strength left on her body. At first, she could kick him a few times, but later her eyelids were so deep that she couldn't even open it. The man's back was full of eye marks.

It was not until the last moment that Lu Yanqing's sanity recovered. He picked up the box that had just been thrown at his feet, tore it open, and his eyes stopped.

There are a few stacked napkins inside.

At that moment, the heart seemed to suddenly break a hole, empty, and was filled with cold wind.

Lu Yanqing lowered her eyes and looked at the girl curled up in the quilt. The dim wall lights outlined her delicate and small facial features. Her face, which had taken off her makeup, was simple and fair, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

The corners of his lips tightened, and a feeling of regret spread from his heart and spread throughout his body.

He did not find the ointment, and then carefully held the person in his arms and went to the bathroom to clean it.

After cleaning up the mess, it was already five o'clock in the morning. Wanyan was tortured so hard that she couldn't even lift her eyelids. She was already asleep. From time to time, she was disturbed by the movement of cleaning up the mess. She hummed softly, and her eyebrows were also frowning.

Lu Yanqing held Wanyan's feet, gently lifted a thin white leg, and looked at her wound.

Wanyan's waist and legs were sore and her eyebrows were frowning. Although Lu Yanqing checked the wound, Wanyan still felt uncomfortable and hummed in pain. She broke free from his hand and kicked unconsciously, stepping directly on his cold and clean face.

Lu Yanqing pursed her lips, put her two dishonest legs into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and picked up the discarded trousers on the ground casually. His upper body was not worn, his arms were clean and smooth, and his spine to his waist was sexy and seductive.

Lu Yan cleared the bedroom door, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, then lit the lighter, took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth, and the sparks at his fingertips flickered.

In the blue and white smoke, the man's eyes are deep, his clear and cold face has no emotions, like a sculpture, hidden in the boundless night.

He should have guessed.

Wanyan and him have always been the same kind of people.

Paranoid, sensitive, resolute when loving someone, without hesitation, without bleeding or turning back.

Lu Yanqing clamped smoke with his fingertips, and the smoke passed through his lungs, vomiting lightly from his thin lips, and his cold and deep face was not real.

He remembered the training base that was renovated by the old car repair shop. He thought that she was young and couldn't bear to touch her.

On that holiday that year, Lu Yanqing specially applied for a week-long vacation from the school. He returned to Kyoto and planned to give Wanyan a surprise.

For a while, Lu Yanqing handed over his cell phone, and both of them had to call for a limited time. Meng Wanyan often cried on the other end of the phone, calling him a heartless man who abandoned his girlfriend, and asked him when he would come back.

Before Lu Yanqing could tell her that she had applied for a holiday, but the call time was stopped and she could only hand it to the next student.

That night, Lu Yanqing rushed back from the last high-speed train at 8 o'clock in the evening.

But at Wanyan's door, I saw Meng's father, Meng's mother and Wanyan's nominal fiancé Song Jinyan.

Lu Yanqing was speechless and turned around and went home.

At night, I was alone holding my cell phone and staring at Wanyan's number in a daze.

Lu Yanqing wanted to go back to school the next day, but was unwilling to leave just like that.

But one minute later, he received a text message from Wan Yan.

Yan'er: [Are you still my boyfriend?

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Yan'er: [I miss my boyfriend now.

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Yan'er: [When will you come back! [Crying loudly]]

The girl seemed to have forgotten that a few days ago she had a cold war with him because the two of them had little contact.

Lu Yanqing lowered his eyes and replied to her: [I am at home.
To be continued...