The moon in the early morning of a spring night is obscured by clouds, the light is dim, and the temperature is low.
Yan Qing was only wearing a nightgown, and her white porcelain arms were thin and thin, a little red from the cold, she didn't care, she just stared at Huo Yunshen with all her attention, and confessed to him seriously.
Huo Yun put out the cigarette deeply, leaned over to hug her, his body was so cold that he couldn't control his strength, and he strangled her.
"I know the smell of cigarettes is unpleasant, you don't like it," he soaked in the aroma of her hair, begging her hoarsely, "Hold on, don't push me away."
He had difficulty articulating words, and when he spoke, Yan Qing's heart twitched sorely, and she hugged him back decisively.
Push him away? What a stupid thing to say.
Yan Qing felt Huo Yunshen's abnormality, and it was definitely not the ordinary reason that she overslept.
Just as she was about to ask, he was picked up by him and strode back. When she returned to the bedroom, she was surprised to find that there was a fresh scratch on her husband's flawless cheek.
"How did you do it!" Yan Qing grabbed him and touched him anxiously, "I was fine before I went to sleep!"
Huo Yunshen covered her eyes with his palm: "I accidentally made it, don't look at it."
He didn't let her have the chance to think, he pressed her into the bed, pulled the quilt and wrapped it around him, making a soft cage, he was the lock that trapped her.
He stroked her face with his fingers and lowered his head to kiss her hard.
Between her lips and tongues, Yan Qing tasted the obvious bloody taste in his mouth, and there was even a crack that seemed to be bitten. She tried to push back some distance to confirm, but he was pressed more strongly and could not resist.
Huo Yunshen used to be dissatisfied with bed affairs, but there are too few intense times like this today.
At first, Yanqing thought about asking about his wounds, about the missing cat COS suit in the drawer, and the handmade waka that she didn't have time to send, but soon her thoughts were confused, and she could only accept him completely. Ask for anything.
He didn't stop when it was almost dawn, her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound, her face was full of physiological tears, she slapped him on his shoulder, and bit down in a very ineffective way.
He lifted her up to feed her water, and after feeding her mouth by mouth, he sucked the moisture from the corners of her lips, and held her next to the water dispenser to continue.
When Yan Qing lay down on the bed again, the light penetrating through the gaps in the curtains was already bright.
Her legs were so numb that she couldn't lift it up, and she lay on her back. Out of the corner of the eye, she inadvertently swept across the bead bead beside the pillow. Just one glance, her half-dizzy mind suddenly became clear.
…blood? !
Deep wounds on the face...
She prefers this kind of household items with small decorations, but she has also repeatedly confirmed that it is impossible to hurt people with normal use.
And there are some broken parts in his mouth that he can't bite by himself, more like being kissed by her...
Yan Qing had some kind of terrifying premonition, and hurriedly turned around to ask what was going on, but saw Huo Yun's eyes closed, his breathing heavy, and there was a clear blue color under his eyes.
She didn't give up, she endured the surprise, comforting herself that she was probably too nervous.
If she has problems with her memory again, and has abnormal aggressive behavior, how can she be unaware and have no impression at all.
Don't mess around, maybe it's all accidents and coincidences...
Yan Qing was exhausted by Huo Yunshen's torment, still insisted on standing up, kissed his wound, leaned back into his arms, and sang an old song to him in a low voice.
"... Time stops in your eyes, I'm too scared to make a sound, I really want to live in your soul.
I caress your head, go to sleep, I am in your dream.
Wherever you wake up, baby, I remember you. "
She sang "I Remember You" several times, but did not see Huo Yunshen's eyelashes slightly raised, staring at her motionless, until the dark pupils were covered with mist, making it impossible to see emotions.
He held her tightly without a trace.
The wedding has been secretly prepared for most of it. In the wedding room on the top floor of the Nebula, before she knew it, he changed it into a red eye-catching color. The bed was covered with several sets of wedding dresses that he had chosen, and there were also symbols on the floor-to-ceiling windows. A perfect candle.
He used to be a notorious lunatic, taking her to a cramped rental house.
Qingqing unfolded a white silk scarf around her slender waist, tilted her head and asked him with a smile, "Look, does it look like a wedding dress?"
Now that he has a real wedding dress, he just wants to get down on his knees and beg her to forget it.
If she forgot, he would bind her with those pure white yarns and shut her up in a world where he was alone.