The afterglow of the setting sun shines into the window sill, giving the study room facing the sea a layer of magnificent color. In addition to the rows of books that look elegant in the large study room, the only desk at this time is showing a slightly colorful scene.
The man's tall body was forced to lie half-ly on the table. The girl on top of him was only wearing a white shirt. The obviously large and inappropriate shirt was a little messy due to the movement, revealing one side of her slender collarbone and fair skin. The thighs are all white and transparent wherever you see them, seducing men's eyes.
"Well..." Because he was in a lower position, his hands were fixed on the table by the air wall, causing the man to lose control. The girl's movements and senses were all controlled by the girl. He couldn't control a certain point that was beyond his control. Make a sound where you live.
The girl squinted her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed, and when she looked down from a high position, there was a clear clarity in her drunken eyes.
Men know that this is not enjoyment, but punishment.
"When I showed up in San Francisco, why would you rather be called a heartless person than take the initiative to explain my return?" Song Ye stretched out his finger to pick the man's strong chin, "You transferred my mobile phone address book and asked me to do it. Why is this place so isolated from the rest of the world? Why don't you let me know about the affairs of the Night Gang?"
He asked several questions in a row, all of which were about the problems Song Ye had discovered in the past month.
Qin Zhan may have done it very secretly, but with Song Ye's amazing awareness, he still saw it all.
Although she knew it, she didn't say it because she was waiting for her eldest brother to take the initiative to speak. However, a month had passed and the situation not only did not get better, but also worsened day by day.
Song Ye felt that if he didn't say this clearly today, it would really become a worry for them.
Qin Zhan looked at the girl wearing only his loose shirt, and was swept away by the intimidating glance. The reaction in his body became more and more excited. He tried to move, but was stopped by the girl's The strange force suppressed him tightly and made him unable to move.
She must have an explanation, but Qin Zhan always kept a cold face and did not speak. He just stared at her quietly with a pair of deep eyes, and there was no trace of her reflected in those pupils.
Damn it.
Song Ye cursed in his heart, leaned down and sealed his lips, crushing, tearing and biting, as if venting his anger. But what she was angry about was not what the other party had done without telling her, but what she was angry about because she couldn't resist Qin Zhan who showed such weakness.
It is true that during the years of getting along day and night, she had thoroughly analyzed the sincerity and temperament of the man in front of her, and knew how to figure out his preferences. But on the other hand, this man also firmly held her weaknesses in his hands and knew how to manipulate her. What method can be used at any time and place to make her heart soften.
At this moment, facing the taciturn Qin Zhan, Song Ye's heart softened completely.
She couldn't bear to see him sad, not even a little uncomfortable, so the punishment was forced to end early. She took the initiative to pick up Qin Zhan's things, looked at the soothing forehead of the other person, and helplessly lowered her eyes to look at him deeply.
"Azhan, what are you afraid of? Nothing in this world can defeat me. I am already the master of the strange stone and have more power than anyone else. No one can hurt me anymore. You are still here. What are you afraid of?" Song Ye could clearly feel the man's tightening around his waist every sleeping night, and the fear that he wanted to melt into his bones and blood.
This situation actually happened once before. When he came back after being captured by Bianhua, Qin Zhan also looked at her very closely, but this time his emotions were obviously more intense and his heart was more turbulent.
Song Ye knew that Qin Zhan was not afraid of death. The only thing that scared him was his own death.
So she did her best to give him a sense of security.
Accompanied by low-pitched murmurs, Song Ye climbed to the highest point in the hot air. Song Ye shrank her white heels, and couldn't help whimpering and curled up on Qin Zhan's chest, glowing with tears. A layer of pink skin trembled slightly, like a cute animal.
After a long time, Qin Zhan opened his mouth, his hoarse voice full of laziness after release, with a slight sigh, "Let me go, I will carry you back to your room, you have too few clothes on."
However, Song Ye continued to lie lazily and did not move, having made up his mind to spend all his time today.
Qin Zhan, who had been stabbed in a fatal spot, revealed a hint of helplessness in the corners of his eyes, "There is still another person."
"Huh?" Song Ye didn't understand what he meant for a while.
"There is another person who can hurt you." Qin Zhan said in a low tone, raising his head and kissing her hair, and continued: "I know that you chose to destroy the jade sculpture that day to save me."
This matter had been buried in his heart for a long time. The moment the giant tree fell, Qin Zhan had already realized the whole story.
Apart from Song Ye's death, what he couldn't accept the most was that Song Ye died for him.
At the moment when the rope was cut, Qin Zhan wished that he was the one who died. That would be great.
This became a knot in his mind.
But Song Ye didn't expect that the two minutes he deliberately concealed would actually be seen through long ago.
"Idiot..." Song Ye closed his eyes hard, unable to restrain the tears spreading from the corners of his eyes, "It does hurt to be broken into pieces, but no matter how painful it is, I can't compete with the fear of losing you. A Zhan, it's me who is selfish. I can’t leave myself alone and continue to live in a world without you.”
If the person who died was Qin Zhan, Song Ye would be crazier than him, so she could understand Qin Zhan's bloody massacre of ten people every day.
"Xiaoye, don't leave me again." Qin Zhan, who had been released from his confinement, hugged the girl tightly, smiling so slenderly and delicately, and yet so fragile. Qin Zhan had been at a loss since returning from San Francisco, unable to figure out how to The girl was very protective and would not let her get any more harm.
"Azhan, I am here. Because you are here, I have the meaning and motivation to survive." Song Ye never knew that he could love someone so much. At that time, under the rubble, if she hadn't relied on her persistence for Qin Zhan, she might have really left like this.
It is precisely because of his existence that Song Ye struggled hard and never gave up.
From now on, neither gods, Buddhas nor ghosts can separate them.
That night, they hugged each other on the bedside and talked a lot, confessing their sadness and pain one by one without any reservation.
It was then that they understood that even though the happy side could make each other feel at ease, sharing pain was also an essential part of maintaining their relationship.