Before going to bed that night, Wanyan and Lu Yanqing slept on the small single bed together. The sheets, quilt covers, and pillow covers were all bought by Lu Yanqing and replaced with new ones.

Lu Yanqing helped Wanyan blow her hair and put the hair dryer on the table. Then the little girl rolled up the quilt and automatically got into his arms.

Wanyan rubbed her furry head against his chest and said with a smile: "Lu Yanqing, do you smell my hair smell fragrant?"

The man's chin was gently resting on the top of her soft hair, and the sound of overflowing from her throat was gentle and hoarse: "Yeah."

Wanyan was not satisfied with his perfunctory attitude, so she simply pulled it on him, and her slender and straight legs squeezed between his legs. The girl's small nose gently rubbed against the man's neck, and she deliberately blew into his ears: "What does it mean?"

The breath of light vomiting between Wanyan's lips and teeth was sprayed on his skin bit by bit, stimulating every nerve in Lu Yanqing's brain. His lip line was tight, and the raised Adam's apple slid up and down.

The two of them have been in the same bed before, but this time it is obviously a bit different.

Unable to withstand her teasing again and again, Lu Yanqing turned over and pressed her under her body, staring at her with black eyes, her thin lips slightly raised, her eyes deep and dangerous: "Be good."

Wanyan blinked a little innocently, but she was thinking in her heart, this guy is obviously very despicable, she should have noticed it, why after going to college, she has so much stronger self-control than before?

Wanyan hummed, most impatient with his fake and serious appearance. She raised her head slightly, held his hand and pulled it down, opened her mouth and held his Adam's apple, and licked it gently without fear of death, "How could I behave?"

Lu Yanqing closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and couldn't help but burst out a swear word, his voice squeaked: "You will cry later."

Wanyan pretended not to understand what he said, her white ears were red, and she tilted her head to his ear, and said unconvincedly: "I'm already an adult."

She paused, looked at him deeply, her pink tongue gently scratched the earlobe on his right, and said two more words.

Lu Yanqing said "fuck" softly, looked down at her, and slowly leaned over...

He first sucked her lips, kissed her passionately, and flowed to the girl's delicate and fair neck, bit her lightly in the same way, and returned the bite she had just bitten to her.

Wanyan was stunned for a moment, her skin seemed to have been exposed. She kicked her toes and hugged his misty eyes, trembling with her eyes.

Before, the two of them would click to stop every time they kissed. When they reached the critical point, Lu Yanqing would definitely stop. Before, he liked to kiss her ears the most. Looking at her blushing face, now he found a new place, on his shoulders and neck.

Lu Yanqing stared at the little girl in his arms and smiled badly, slowly increasing the kissing force.

The longer the time, Wanyan finally realized that she was afraid, so she begged for mercy: "Don't..."

Lu Yanqing supported himself, his eyes darkened: "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything."

Wanyan was so embarrassed that she had no face to look at him. She subconsciously hid back, but was held down by someone and dragged him back.

At this time, Lu Yanqing was no longer gloomy and cold. He smiled wickedly, and there was a ruffian in his eyes.

The temperature in the narrow bedroom continued to rise, and Wanyan didn't know how she spent that night.

The indescribable feeling, and when I think of that picture, I can't help but blush and my heart beats.

After Lu Yanqing got up, he made breakfast. After Wanyan had slept enough, he slowly got up from the bed, holding his messy hair, pulled his slippers and went to find Lu Yanqing.

The man in the kitchen looked calm and calm. Wanyan looked at him with a little suspicion. After some consideration, he spoke seriously: "Are you not good at that?"

Lu Yanqingzheng gave her hot milk. He frowned slightly when he heard this, looking at her with a smile, "Do you really want me to be on someone else's bed (the word "Shit the Jinjiang")?"

Upon hearing this, Wanyan's face suddenly turned red and she shook her head quickly.

In the following days, Lu Yanqing attended school during the day and took leave to accompany her at night.

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The past coincides with the scene in front of you. Compared with the man in my memory, it seems that he has not changed. The noodles he cooked still tasted the same as before, but Wanyan didn't know whether they could still be the same as before.

The weather in early autumn is unpredictable. After dinner, there is a heavy rain outside the window. Lu Yanqing did not bring an umbrella when he came, and Wanyan did not have a spare raincoat at home. It was too late, and it seemed that God was giving her a chance to keep someone.

Lu Yanqing was wearing the rain outside the window, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and he did not make her embarrassed, "I will ask Zhang Qihang to pick me up later."

Wanyan lowered her eyes and said "yes" indifferently.

Lu Yanqing immediately sent a message to Zhang Qihang, but five minutes later he waited for a reply.

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Lu Yanqing frowned slightly and whispered: "Zhang Qihang said his car was broken."

It seems that I had guessed that this would be the result. Zhang Qihang and Xiaoxuan were too blatant, making it difficult to ignore it.

Wanyan looked indifferent and met his gaze: "You can stay here tonight."

Her attitude was a little loose, and a hint of undetectable tenderness appeared in Lu Yanqing's eyes: "Where am I sleeping?"

When they mentioned staying overnight, the two of them thought of the chaotic and out of control night. Wanyan's face turned red and she glanced at him with a cold look: "Of course you are sleeping on the sofa."

I don’t know if it was Wanyan’s illusion, but she seemed to see Lu Yanqing curling her lips and smile.

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At night, Lu Yanqing slept on the sofa in the living room, and Wanyan slept in the bedroom, passing through a door, just like the Han boundary of Chu River.

The rain stopped, but it was getting heavier and heavier. The soybean-sized raindrops hit the glass window, and the temperature inside dropped sharply. Wanyan was not sleeping soundly, but thought to herself that she had only given Lu Yanqing a thin blanket just now.

At two o'clock in the morning, Wanyan was half asleep and half awake until she was awakened by the thunder outside the window. She subconsciously wrapped the quilt on her body, curled up, hiding in the quilt.

After a while, she opened her eyes and crawled out of the quilt.

Turn on the bedroom wall light, the thunderstorm outside the window was nowhere to be heard, the room was lonely and deserted, and Wanyan seemed to have two villains fighting in her mind. Should she give Lu Yanqing a thicker quilt? Then she thought of him rushing to the stage to save her during the day.

After a brief struggle, Wanyan finally surrendered to herself.

The living room was pitch black, and the howling wind passed through the gaps in the window, whistling the curtains.

Wanyan held the quilt, freed up one hand to turn on the wall lights in the corridor, adjusted to the darkest square, and walked over carefully.

Lu Yanqing on the sofa lay on his side, half-bright light and shadow fell on his cold and handsome face, and there was less coldness and hardness under his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and more gentleness.

A thin blanket fell on the man's shoulder, revealing his black T-shirt.

This person's usual dressing style is like this, in a darker color.

Wanyan walked over gently, holding the quilt and moving to the sofa silently. The sleeping man closed his eyes quietly, with deep wrinkles and long and dense eyelashes, covering a circle of shadows under the eyelids, and his handsome and profound facial features slowly became clear under the hazy light.

She gently removed the quilt and covered him. When she took back her hand, the person in front of her stood up and gently grabbed her wrist. The sound of overflowing from her throat was hoarse and low.

"Yan'er."

Wanyan was also startled by him. She didn't know when this person woke up. She pursed her lips, as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand, and explained indifferently: "I just can't sleep, come and give you a quilt."

She half-squatted by the sofa, wearing a thin nightgown, and her long soft hair was casually scattered on her shoulders. Lu Yanqing looked at her, and the two of them looked at each other.

Wanyan explained, but instead became more obvious.

In the darkness, all the senses were enlarged, the man's palms rolled/hot, and the temperature penetrated into her skin little by little.

Lu Yanqing hadn't been asleep yet. When he heard the sound of the door of her bedroom opening, he woke up.

Wanyan's eyes fell on the hands of the two of them, and she pulled back, but Lu Yanqing was strong and did not give her any chance to escape.

She said: "You let go."

Lu Yanqing held her hand and put it to her lips and kissed her, her voice hoarse: "Yan'er, give me a chance."

Wanyan paused and her breathing stopped.

Lu Yanqing knew that he had lost five years, and all the pain of Wanyan in these five years was caused by him.

Now, he may not be qualified to say this, but he can never convince himself and give up on her.

The sinful paranoia crawled in the corner of his heart like countless ants.

Countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yanqing's mind. No matter how she tried to keep her, as long as she did not leave, the threat that grew from the dark side would be vaguely begged.

The surroundings are lonely and dark, like a cold night.

He said, "Can you please, don't leave me."

With his low and hoarse voice, heavy rains outside the curtains continued, and white light flashed by.

The moment the light illuminated, Wanyan saw the cold and affectionate eyes and stared at her steadily.

Wanyan's nose felt sore, her eyes were warm, and her heart seemed to be tightly clutched by one hand.

Every day and night in the past, she had not lived well at all. Every day, she was like falling into an abyss, stretching out countless hands, constantly grabbing her and pulling her down, almost swallowing her soul.

It seems that from the moment they were together, this relationship was like a seed buried in the soil, taking root and sprouting over time and growing stronger.

During these five years of blank period, it became increasingly deformed, too blind, but uncontrollable.

Wanyan subconsciously shook her head, her eyes sore and swelled, and her eyes looked into the man's eyes, and her heart was filled with bitterness: "Lu Yanqing, it's not five years ago."

She is sick.

I don't know if it will get better.

Even if she didn't say it, he would understand that Lu Yanqing lowered his head and looked at the girl's slender and pale outline, and his heart ached.

He gently grabbed the back of her neck, took the whole person into his arms, and hugged her quietly.

The sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be still, and Wanyan heard him ask, "Do you still love me?"

In the quiet night, Wanyan's ears pressed against the man's warm chest. Hearing his powerful heartbeat, stimulating her eardrums, slowly synchronizing with her heartbeat.

She didn't say anything, just buried her head in his arms, her eyes were already wet.

Lu Yanqing kissed her soft hair, and her voice seemed to be a breeze blowing from the quiet forest: "I will accompany you and walk out together."
Chapter completed!