The scorching breath was like a surging frenzy, hitting the eardrums one after another, and then surging up, sweeping across her blank brain.
Confused into a cloud of consciousness, can't remember anything, can't say anything.
I only know that the roots of my ears are numb and numb, as if countless worms have crawled into the blood vessels, biting nerves recklessly, and the uncontrollable itching seeps into my heart.
Then it turned into a soft cat's paw and scratched it provocatively.
Trembling all over.
Yan Qiwei never knew that a single word or a single breath could make people so crushed.
Turns out he always knew.
What a wonderful and incredible fate. After crossing the long and long river of seven years, they could meet again, and Liang Xiao really did what he said, even when faced with a very different appearance, he finally recognized her.
Twilight came with a little night breeze, blowing away a little of the original scorching temperature, Yan Qiwei was finally able to breathe normally, she took a deep breath, and tears fell involuntarily.
—She had long planned that Liang Xiao would never know the truth. The plot of the novel that was rooted in her mind had hurt her nerves again and again. In the given fate, they were only one-sided, and they would never meet again.
But she still couldn't let him go, so she could only take care of the lonely boy seven years ago through the identity of another person.
Even for Liang Xiao, "Yan Qiwei" was an irrelevant stranger from beginning to end, and she didn't want to see him struggling in the quagmire alone.
Her liking and giving have always been sneaky, and she never thought about getting anything in return from the beginning, just because Yan Qiwei liked him so, so much—
The frenzy of despair and fear was shoved away as he took her hand in the freezing cold water. The young man's palm was warm and powerful, tearing through the darkness like a beam of light domineering, pulling her back from the end of death.
But Liang Xiao finally recognized her.
Breaking through the unfortunate and tragic fate, in the crowd of thousands of people, in a completely different body, he called her "Weiwei" in a gentler tone.
How can this not make people cry.
The tall young man covered a heavy black shadow, which was quietly elongated by the street lights in the distance, and quietly wrapped Yan Qiwei.
Liang Xiao did not speak, but slowly raised his hand and stroked her cheek with a slightly rough finger. They were very close, and when she lifted her eyes, she could vaguely see his thin shadow in the shadow of tears.
The youth's facial features are not very clear, only the dark eyes are filled with dim yellow light, and the pity that is almost pampering turns into a spring water, and Yan Qiwei falls into it uncontrollably, unable to breathe.
The heavy and hot wind stagnated, and the quiet night was like a baby sleeping in a cradle. Her tears couldn't be stopped, and in the broken light, only a thin sobbing sounded.
Liang Xiao's movement of wiping away tears suddenly stopped, and after hesitating for a moment, his palm retracted downwards.
Then, the more mellow plant fragrance and the scorching heat came together. In the trance of sight, Yan Qiwei saw his face suddenly approaching.
A soft, unfamiliar touch, like a feather, floats lightly over the cheekbones. His movements were extremely light and slow, without the slightest bit of sex, even cautious and a little timid, as if he was worried about scaring the girl below him.
Then Liang Xiao exerted a little force, pressing her hot thin lips tightly against her cheek. The place where the lips touched was soft and tender, the soft feeling reminded him of jelly or cotton for no reason, the sweet smell of autumn pear lingered on the tip of the nose, and the tip of the tongue was filled with the bitter taste of tears.
The brain exploded instantly.
Emotions of joy and shyness flooded into her heart, Yan Qiwei was like a frightened deer, she was at a loss by his sudden movements, her arms were raised and there was nowhere to put them, so she had to put them down in embarrassment.
She seemed to hear a thumping heartbeat, her toes curled subconsciously.
Even crying was forgotten.
After an unknown amount of time, Liang Xiao removed her thin lips from her face and stared down at the girl who was close at hand.
But he didn't move far, but still kept a close fit, very close, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "It's okay to cry."
The frivolous heat spread on her face, igniting a red cloud, so gentle that it was hard to control.
The young Zhang He's lips were covered with a layer of lustrous moisture from tears, like cherries soaked in water in summer. She was only a centimeter away from grabbing this sweet and delicious food. It looked... really tempting.
Yan Qiwei took a breath, put her toes on tiptoe, and faced Liang Xiao's soft, unadulterated eyes.
He blinked, like an innocent boy, then swayed, and was supported by her hands at the moment he leaned forward.
Yan Qiwei... cowardly.
Sober up, Liang Xiao is in a state of drunkenness, how can you take advantage of others' danger!
She hurriedly took a step back, angry and remorseful, she could only cover her cheeks with her palms, trying to let the lingering heat fade a little, and then changed the subject jerky: "That...you can't go home now, you're going to live with me. One night?"
Liang Xiao followed her example, put his right hand on his face, and answered without hesitation, "Otherwise, why do you think I threw the key up?"
Yan Qiwei's heart skipped a beat again.
He was so frank when he was drunk, which was a little unexpectedly cute. But if she came a few more times, her little heart would definitely not be able to take it.
So Yan Qiwei took Liang Xiao back to her home in such a confused way.
He kept drinking for her in the clearing bar, but as a result, his alcohol intake was not good at all, and his brain was always chaotic, as quiet as a well-behaved cat.
After brushing his teeth with a toothbrush temporarily bought at the convenience store and holding a wet towel for wiping his face, Liang Xiao stopped like a movie character, looked at it, and then looked up at Yan Qiwei beside him.
She froze for a moment: "What's wrong?"
Liang Xiao didn't respond and handed her the towel.
… What do you mean by asking her to help wipe your face
Yan Qiwei stood back on tiptoe, pursed her lips to hide her smile, took the towel that was emitting hot air from the other party's hand, raised her hand and carefully wiped it on his face.
She never seemed to caress Liang Xiao's cheek so openly at close range, and through the wet towel, she could clearly feel the young man's tall nose bridge and stiff face. When the towel passed in front of his eyes, Liang Xiao subconsciously closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with a layer of water vapor.
When he opened his eyes again, mist appeared in his dark pupils.
Unprepared, Liang Xiao grabbed her wrist with his left hand.
"It's not like this."
He sighed softly, picked up the towel in Yan Qiwei's hand with his right hand, and let go of his left hand to lift her white chin.
His face rose slightly due to the force of his fingertips, and Yan Qiwei held her turbulent breathing.
There was warm and humid air in the bathroom, and the lights illuminated Liang Xiao's slanted eyebrows and thin lips.
This was originally arrogant and cold, with a slightly cruel appearance, but at this moment it was greatly softened by the water vapor, as if facing a fragile treasure, he did not dare to make a sound or force, and could only touch it carefully.
He closed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand, and a warm towel gently fell on her cheek, wiping away the remaining tears with jerky movements.
- It turned out to be asking her to wipe her face first.
Yan Qiwei's face was dragged by his hand, and her eyes rose accordingly, facing Liang Xiao's dark and deep pupils.
He caught her sight, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Then the left thumb rubbed lightly, pinching her chin mischievously.
All the cells in her body trembled because of this tiny movement. This stroke of care seemed to pierce her heart, pulling the whole heart up.
Consciousness is like a boat lurking in the sea fog, crumbling and unable to find its way.
After hurriedly grooming, Yan Qiwei took him to the guest room with a flushed face.
Liang Xiao seemed to be well behaved, but occasionally he was too self-willed to catch people off guard. When she finally coaxed him onto the bed, she was about to turn around to leave, but the hem of her clothes was gently grasped.
Turning his head, the young man with a stern expression, with long eyelashes, asked her in a tone that was close to pleading, "...don't go, okay?"
He said with force on his fingertips, his knuckles were faintly white, and his voice trembled: "Don't leave me behind."
The white light in the room made his face paler and paler, and every byte fell on Yan Qiwei's chest like a fire.
He melted his heart in a flash and turned into a quivering water.
Every breath made his heart aches. Liang Xiao knelt on the edge of the bed and stared at the panicked girl in front of him for a long time, as if he wanted to hold on to a dream that was about to pass away.
As long as you let go, this beautiful dream born on a midsummer night will be shattered.
"Liang Wei" had told him before leaving that they would meet again after many years.
In fact, Liang Xiao discovered some tricks a long time ago. For example, she has a completely different personality from other people's mouths, she is always at the top of her studies, but always puts her test scores in a certain fraction, and her mouth often comes up with novelties and weirdness. popular words.
He spent so many years alone in endless waiting and despair, just because of her words that sounded hopeless, and some wild and completely unreasonable conjecture, every night secretly laughing at his own stupidity and paranoia , and then uncontrollably continued to wait.
Waiting for an almost impossible person.
Yan Qiwei turned to face him, her lips slightly parted, and she was speechless. At the same time, Liang Xiao grabbed her wrist and brought her down on the bed.
Before she could react, the young man bullied her and pressed her under him.
The wrists were firmly restrained, and the limbs seemed to have lost their strength in an instant, unable to move.
no.
This pose... is really too ambiguous.
Yan Qiwei tried to move her wrist, but was touched by the opponent's thumb on her palm.
Liang Xiao pressed slowly along the lines of her palm, leaving a string of warm itches wherever she passed.
No, no, no more!
According to the plot of the romance novel, the next two will definitely be confused, either slap each other's lips with their tongues, or it is even more inappropriate for children to be banned.
She blushes even when she reads the description of this kind of situation!
Yan Qiwei spoke very hard, but she couldn't hear it: "Liang, Mr. Liang."
He didn't respond.
"...Senior? Xiaoxiao? Lovely little brother?"
Liang Xiao burst out laughing, a smile overflowing from his eyes.
But his eyes were flushed with red, and his pupils also spread blood red.
He moved away from her, lowered his eyes in resignation, and said in a condoning and helpless tone, "Sorry, I crossed the line. Let's go."
As soon as the voice fell, a sweet aroma suddenly approached.
— The blushing little girl stepped forward and gave him a quick peck on the corner of his lips.
"No, don't say such things again." Yan Qiwei's tongue was knotted, she used all her courage to raise her eyes, and met his surprised eyes, "You are not the hero of a bitter drama. No, what I want to say is... you No border crossing, I don't hate it, no no no!!!"
Ah, what is she talking about.
No, what did she just do when her head was hot.
The most important thing is that now Liang Xiao is still awake because of alcohol, once he wakes up tomorrow...
How she should face him, this is a question worth pondering.
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