Lin Yan cried enough.
Song Yuhang's shoulder was also torn, and when she tasted a trace of blood on the tip of her tongue, she let go.
Song Yuhang was sensitive to her changes, and patted her on the back lightly: "It hurts a bit, I'll bite you on the other side."
Not to be outdone, Lin Yan loosened the collar of her uniform, opened her mouth and bit it down, but this time she didn't use any more force.
More like grinding her teeth or licking her wounds.
Little wolf cub.
If you treat her well, she will bite you back, and when you look back and feel that you did something wrong, you won't say it clearly, and you will sniff the roses with sharp teeth.
Song Yuhang's throat rolled up and down, feeling a little intimidating because of her careful movements, he gently stroked the back of her neck, kneading the two cervical vertebrae back and forth with his finger bones, as if to soothe her emotions, The voice is hoarse.
"Let's go back."
Back in the room, Lin Yan was still a little shy, with tears on her face, she let her remove the gauze from her hand, and re-wrapped it for her, without looking at her.
Song Yuhang knew that this person was embarrassed when he held her and cried that Datong just now. He looked fearless on the surface, but he was actually very thin-skinned.
After a little teasing, it looks like a cat with its hair blown, but this way, it's easy to coax.
As she sprinkled the powder on her hand, Lin Yan flinched. She grabbed her wrist and wrapped the gauze to keep her from moving: "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the nerve. If you can't hold the scalpel anymore, see if you can cry." cry."
"Who is crying?! Who..." Lin Yan retorted subconsciously, Song Yuhang patted his shoulder, pulled up the clothes on his chest and showed her, honestly.
"The clothes are wet."
"..." Lin Yan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, picked up the pillow and threw it over.
Song Yuhang caught it with one hand, stepped forward and sat on the bed to hold him down: "Okay, don't mess around, the medical and sanitary conditions here are too poor, you have to take a good look at it when you return to Jiangcheng."
It's fine if she doesn't talk about it, but when she talks about it, Lin Yan feels even more unnatural, especially when she looks at the gauze wrapped around her head, turns her face and says awkwardly: "I'm fine, I'm fine, but you..."
"Don't listen to Duan Cheng's nonsense, just being scratched by bullets..."
Song Yuhang wanted to comfort her, but Lin Yan's hands suddenly crumpled the quilt, and his body tensed up for a moment.
"You don't have to..." You don't have to take this muddy water and risk yourself.
"I will do what I say." She was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
Song Yuhang wrapped the gauze for her, and carefully pasted the tape.
Lin Yan looked at her fluffy head arched in front of him, bent her lips slightly, and then quickly let go, returning to her usual indifference.
"This time you are allowed to go back on your word. I don't want you to make a hasty decision just because you pity me for a while..."
Song Yuhang smiled, it hurt her eyes, Lin Yan gritted his teeth.
"why are you laughing?"
But the man reached out and pinched her nose again, asking her to relax. This gesture was so intimate that Lin Yan didn't react.
By the time she realized it, her ears were already blushing.
"I laugh that you think highly of me. I will help you. It is the responsibility of every criminal policeman to pursue fairness and justice. No matter how many years have passed since the case, as long as the murderer is not arrested, I will not stop chasing the murderer for a day. This is Yu Li."
She paused and looked into her eyes: "Yu Qing, I want to help you, I just want to help you, there is no reason."
Lin Yan's eyes became hot, he bit his lower lip tightly, and lowered his head: "Justice denied is justice denied."
She repeated again in a low voice: "Late justice is no longer justice, and sometimes I don't know if there is any point in doing this..."
Song Yuhang moved, and pushed her head into his arms. It was strange, but now she was doing these things more and more easily.
Lin Yan didn't resist her contact either, so he stroked her hair time after time.
"Yes, it doesn't mean that a person will die three times in his life. The first time, breathing and heartbeat stop, you are declared dead biologically; For the third time, the last person in this world who remembers you forgets you, so you really die, and the whole universe has nothing to do with you anymore."
"Lin Yan, you still remember, this is the greatest meaning."
Maybe she was too gentle, maybe she was too fragile.
Lin Yan clutched her clothes and wiped away the tears.
From elementary school to master's and doctoral studies, she has received the most elite higher education, but no one has ever taught her how to truly face death, including after practicing, facing the body of the deceased, her heart is full of Filled with fierce hatred.
Song Yuhang is different, she is both gentle and sharp, she is a whetstone, but also a knife with a hidden edge, silently hitting the softest corner of her heart.
The crying just now was the venting of the backlog of emotions to the peak, and the crying now is the recklessness after relaxation and the nostalgia and remembrance of the old person.
Song Yuhang gently held her face and wiped away her tears with his thumb. He was used to her arrogant and domineering appearance. It was rare to see her crying like this in a hundred years, so he felt very distressed.
"Lin Yan, if one day I too..."
Will you miss me too
Before she finished speaking, Lin Yan covered her mouth, shook her head, and motioned her to stop.
Knowing this, Song Yuhang frowned and smiled, and grabbed her hand and squeezed it into his own.
Lin Yan was startled, tears were still hanging from the corners of her eyes, but she had forgotten to cry, her hand was still on her face, wiping away the remaining tears for her.
Song Yuhang's fingertips were calloused, with the smell of gunpowder and saltpeter, and there was a wonderful shuddering feeling when he gently touched his skin.
The hand slid down and landed on her lips, and she stroked the soft lips back and forth until they gradually became hot.
Lin Yan's originally pale lips gradually became blood-colored and plump.
Song Yuhang's eyes dimmed, and his throat moved.
Lin Yan twitched the hand she was holding, but didn't pull it back, showing a hint of anxiety.
"Song—"
Her index finger pressed down lightly, signaling her not to speak, but the finger pressing on her lips intensified.
Lin Yan's lips were burning hot, and there was still water in his eyes that hadn't faded away.
When she does not apply makeup, she is another kind of clean beauty, like an ignorant elf in the dark night forest.
Song Yuhang is a knight who has gone astray. He was bewitched to follow her step by step and fell into the swamp of desire.
They looked at each other silently, as if they had exchanged eyes a long time ago, the atmosphere began to heat up, and Lin Yan swallowed her saliva unconsciously following her movements.
Whether it was the fingertips pressing on her lips, or the unconscious breathing of both parties, the ambiguous atmosphere was infinitely magnified by the night.
I used to be addicted to the nape of her neck, but now it seems that I have added something new.
She was a little confused, her head was a mess, her body was light and fluffy, her hands couldn't be controlled, she looked like a drug addict.
No, it shouldn't be.
While Song Yuhang spurned himself in his heart, he slowly approached her.
Lin Yan raised her head slightly, her red lips slightly parted, as if attracting attention.
The narrow single bed in the hotel could not bear the weight of two people, and it creaked lightly.
Lin Yan grabbed the sheet under her body tightly.
Her breath is close at hand.
There was a knock on the door, as if waking up the two dreamers.
Fang Xin: "Team Song, Team Song, are you there? Let me get something."
Lin Yan pushed her away, sat up and sorted his clothes.
Song Yuhang was caught off guard by the push, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly opened the door.
"Yes, yes, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'm not sleeping in a single room tonight, come back and get some toiletries."
As Fang Xin said, he saw Lin Yan was there as soon as he entered the door, his eyes lit up immediately: "Oh hehe, hehehe, forensic doctor Lin is here too, that's great..."
"..."
"..."
She had a premonition that Lin Yan would turn into anger in the next second, and she would accept it as soon as it was good, and withdraw after taking her own bag.
"You guys go on, go on, I won't bother you to talk about the old days."
When he walked out of the room, Fang Xin took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the small group of three: I said it, hurry up, bring the spicy sticks! ! !
Duan Cheng made an expression of beating the ground and crying bitterly, and Zheng Chengrui's expression turned out to be the same.
After a while, the red envelope arrived instantly, and Fang Xin's face beamed with joy.
Song Yuhang closed the door and shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face, he walked back again.
Lin Yan packed up her things and got out of bed: "I, I'm going back."
"Don't, where are you going back, it's midnight." Song Yuhang stopped him, Lin Yan pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were erratic, and he just didn't look at her.
"Okay, it's rare to see you fidgeting about this kind of thing once, two beds, sleep separately, don't worry." Song Yuhang reached out and took her bag and put it on Fang Xin's bed, wanting to squeeze it again Lin Yan hid her nose.
"Did you sleep with Fang Xin these two days?"
Song Yuhang was startled, not understanding what was wrong: "That's right, isn't it just us two lesbians? We are on a business trip, of course we have to take care of each other."
Lin Yan gritted his teeth: "Isn't there a single room?"
Song Yuhang made the bed for her, knowing that she liked to be clean, he shook it inside and out and put on a new bed sheet and quilt cover.
"The funds for handling the case are limited, so don't waste money."
The logic chain is really perfect and impeccable.
Lin Yan wanted to get angry and had no place to vent, so he pointed inward, "I want to sleep in your bed!"
"..." Well, it was a waste of time again.
Song Yuhang resigned to his fate and took it off again, Lin Yan threw the bag on it, lay down inside, with his back to her.
Song Yuhang suddenly had an idea, could it be... jealous? !
Thinking of this, the corners of her lips could not hold back a smile, and even her steps became much lighter.
"Hey, are you eating—"
Before she could reach her bed, a pillow flew in from the sky and hit her on her body.
"roll!"
"..." Song Yuhang hugged the pillow and retreated obediently.
There was a rustle in the room, and she seemed to be rummaging for something.
Lin Yan quietly pricked up her ears, and after a while, someone turned her shoulders away, and Song Yuhang held a brocade box in front of her as if offering a treasure, accompanied by exaggerated sound effects.
"Dangdangdang—open it and have a look."
Lin Yan was startled, and sat up: "This is..."
"Let's see." Song Yuhang said, seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, he stuffed the brocade box back into her arms, and reached out to turn on the lamp.
Lin Yan was puzzled, and slowly opened the brocade box under the encouragement of her eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and a warm current surged in his heart, so that his nose was slightly sour.
"This is… "
The bent mechanical stick she threw away was picked up again.
The body of the tube should have been recast, otherwise it would not be restored to this level, and it was repainted. It was black and bright in the hand, and reflected a cold metallic luster under the dim yellow desk lamp.
Song Yuhang was a little proud: "Well, it's not bad, although it's an imported product, but fortunately, I have an old classmate who is also in the military industry. He knows a little bit about blueprints, so I took it back and pondered it for several months..."
She pointed at the mechanical stick: "Here, I even wrapped the handles for you. The cushion is comfortable and not slippery. Most importantly, didn't you say it was called "Sentry"? I also gave you the name. You engraved..."
Lin Yan touched the line of rough small characters on the back of the mechanical stick, the crooked and ugly engravings, she gradually tightened the corners of her lips and gripped the stick tightly.
Song Yuhang looked at her expression: "What's the matter, don't you like it?"
Lin Yan lowered her head and didn't look at her, her voice was muffled: "You...why did you pick it up?"
Song Yuhang scratched his head: "Ah, I think you carried it everywhere before, and you also used it when you fought against me, I guess..."
She looked at her with a cautious and tentative expression: "It should be very important to you, it's a pity to lose it."
What she didn't say was that such an important thing that she carried with her was probably given to her by Chu Nan, and she didn't want Lin to get tired of this only thought.
Unexpectedly, after Lin Yan finished listening, he burst out laughing, with tears in his eyes, but a solid smile on the corner of his lips.
"Your nickname is correct. I carry it with me, just because I use it. It doesn't have any other meaning. It's just an ordinary mechanical stick. It's not...not important to you."
The last two words Lin Yan was vague and passed.
After finishing speaking, Song Yuhang let out a loud "ah", with shock written all over his face.
Lin Yan slightly curled the corners of his lips, feeling warm in his ears: "However, it has it now."
Song Yuhang was startled, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips, subconsciously wanting to reach out and rub her head.
When Lin Yan dodged, the mechanical stick in her hand was out of its sheath, and it was thrown straight with a snap, hitting her throat.
She grasped her proportions very well, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked down at her: "Don't move, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now, you'd better be quiet tonight, and don't move your feet."
Song Yuhang raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to push the tip of the stick away: "Miss Lin, I helped you repair your beloved things, and I saved your life many times. Isn't it good to repay your kindness with revenge?"
Lin Yan's stick followed her hand, and Song Yuhang retracted the mechanical stick bit by bit. With her movements, the distance between the two became shorter and shorter.
"Then what do you want to do?" Seeing her burning eyes, Lin Yan took a step back, Song Yuhang sat on the bed, took her mechanical stick in his hand, and yanked it.
As soon as she fell forward, she heard her whispering in her ear: "Shouldn't there be some rewards?"
"Song Yuhang, don't go too far!" She finally shouted her full name out of embarrassment, let go of the mechanical stick, put her hand on her shoulder and pushed her down on the bed, took a few steps back, and rushed into the room. The bathroom door slammed shut.
Song Yuhang fell on the bed, groaning at her leaving back: "Hey, Lin Yan, can you explain some reason, who is going too far..."
She muttered in a low voice: "I have saved you so many times, I have already promised you with my body in Gu Gu, okay?"
She was answered by an angry flushing sound in the bathroom.
Later, I don’t know which merciful entrepreneur donated a large sum of money to the Jiangcheng Bureau, and named it for the criminal police’s business trips to handle cases. A happy life in a standard room.
But that's another story.
As for this night, Lin Yan slept soundly. She put the mechanical stick beside her pillow, as if reaching out and touching it would give her a sense of security.
Before turning off the lights, Song Yuhang went to her bed and squatted down, tucking the quilt tightly for her: "Sleep, don't think about anything, you can still see me when you wake up tomorrow morning."
I don't know if her words played a role. Lin Yan didn't take sleeping pills, and didn't exhaust his energy by having fun with others. He just looked into her eyes in the dark, and the two of them looked at each other quietly for a while. I fell asleep slowly.
When she fell asleep completely, Song Yuhang got up and went back to his bed, opened his eyes and looked at the patterns on the ceiling and counted sheep. When it was over, she slept soundly, but she lost sleep.