The farewell dinner is the day when everyone hugs together, talks about dreams and separation. The university is about to graduate, and everyone will go their separate ways. Influenced by this atmosphere, Mu Ziyin and his roommates drank a lot of wine, and while drinking, they talked about their roommate friendship.
Ying Xiaorong was sitting next to her. She had already tidied her appearance and was sitting quietly. When someone came over to persuade her to drink, she would pick up a cup of tea and say with a smile, "I have to drive later. Sorry, sorry."
The farewell dinner didn't end until after one o'clock that night. Ying Xiaorong helped Mu Ziyin into the car and fastened his safety belt.
The car was driving slowly on the road.
Mu Ziyin seemed to be very drunk. He pressed his temple and murmured, "Smile..."
"What?" Ying Xiaorong was driving the car and turned his head with a very calm expression.
Mu Ziyin stretched out a hand to hold hers, grinning, "It's great to have you. Starting tomorrow, we will all go our separate ways, and I don't know when we will meet again. Fortunately... you are still by my side..."
Ying Xiaorong had one hand held by him, and she looked lonely.
The two entered the house. Mu Ziyin stumbled. Ying Xiaoxiao supported him and sent him to the bed in the room. Then she went to make sobering tea and brought it to Mu Ziyin. She said softly, "Yin, the sobering tea is ready. Get up and drink it before going to sleep. Otherwise, you will have a headache tomorrow."
Mu Ziyin was helped up by Ying Xiaorong while he was groggy. After drinking some hangover soup, he still said with a silly smile, "Xiaorong, it's great to have you. I feel so happy to have you taking care of me..."
Ying Xiao chuckled and touched the tip of his nose with her finger, "Hmm."
"Smile..."
Ying Xiaorong looked up, and his handsome face came into her sight, with his sexy Adam's apple rolling up and down, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.
Ying Xiaorong's breathing stagnated and her face suddenly burned.
Then he came over, pressed his lips to hers, and breathed unsteadily, "Smile, I want to kiss you..."
The thin breath from his lips sprinkled on her cheek, carrying a faint heat that made her heart beat violently. She subconsciously did not dare to look into his eyes, but lowered her eyelids and breathed carefully.
Ying Xiaorong didn't say anything, he kissed her, and their lips entangled together.
Her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively wanted to hide, but she didn't have the strength. He grabbed her wrist and she turned over and was pinned under him.
His eyes were open, and his gaze was burning with two clusters of scorching flames, which made Ying Xiaorong feel uneasy. She knew what this look meant, and she hastily lowered her eyes. She was so nervous that she couldn't utter a word.
Then, the slender waist was tightly embraced by his strong and powerful arms.
Ying Xiaorong's eyes suddenly widened, as if she couldn't react. Her whole body was as stiff as a magnet, not daring to move at all. She didn't dare to look at him, and she didn't know what to say. Her brain was confused for a long time before she said intermittently: "Yin, I..."
"Smile, I love you."
He only said a few words, and then his bony hands cupped her cheeks, and his lips moved down to hers, kissing her lips with desire and obsession.
Ying Weimo was stunned, with her eyes open, looking at his brows, her mind going blank.
But perhaps she didn't want to resist in her heart, so after lowering her eyelashes, she put her hands on his head and responded enthusiastically.
After getting her response, Mu Ziyin was stunned for a moment. The next second, he kissed her even harder, as if he wanted to imprint himself into the depths of her soul. His tongue slipped into her lips, and he kissed her deeply and passionately.
Ying Weixiao completely fell into his kiss, slowly closed her eyes, and began to cooperate with him with rapid breathing.
When she was almost suffocated by the kiss, Mu Ziyin reluctantly let her go and smiled softly, as if he was infinitely satisfied, "Smile, I will definitely be responsible for you..."
She seemed to be sober now. Mu Ziyin stroked her back and unzipped her skirt.
His lips also fell densely on her face, then to her ears, moving all the way down to her fair neck and delicate collarbone... leaving behind his own deep and shallow kiss marks.
Ying Xiaoxiao's body trembled even more violently. Although she was very scared and at a loss, she did not want to refuse. Perhaps it was because this was her last attachment...
After some thought, she raised her hand to take off his shirt.
The two of them threw their clothes down one by one, and Ying Xiaoxiao's skin was exposed to the air inch by inch, so beautiful that Mu Ziyin's eyes were ignited with burning desire.
Ying Xiaorong sat in front of him, with her long hair hanging down and her skin fair.
A smile flashed across Mu Ziyin's eyes, and then he slowly reached out his hand, gently stroked her face, and kissed her caringly, with special care and tenderness.
Her nervousness and helplessness finally subsided under his gentle comfort.
The pain instantly swept over her.
Ying Xiaoxiao was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes.
Mu Ziyin kissed away the tears from her eyes again and again, and said with pity, "Don't cry, smile, I will always be good to you."
Ying Xiaoxiao nodded, completely lost in his guidance, and couldn't help shouting: "Ziyin, Ziyin..."
The voice was broken, as if carrying infinite charm and temptation, making Mu Ziyin even more unbearable. Hot sweat dripped on her shoulders. He whispered with care and affection: "Smile, I love you..."
Ying Xiaorong had some vague memories of that night. She only remembered that at the end, she twisted the bed sheet tightly under her body in pain, and heard him calling her affectionately in her ear: "Xiaorong..."
Then all the past emotions came flooding back to her mind, and she couldn't help crying...
*
Mu Ziyin woke up at noon the next day.
He was in a very good mood after having a full meal last night. He and his smile were finally truly integrated. From now on, he must love her even more.
"Smile." Mu Ziyin shouted as usual.
No one in the house responded.
Mu Ziyin stood up and stuck his head out to look into the living room; the lights were off and the smile on his face looked as if he was not at home.
Mu Ziyin went into the bathroom to take a shower without thinking too much. Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, dried his hair, changed into a clean shirt, and went to the living room to look for his cell phone.
There was a paper box on the coffee table, labeled Yilanfang.
It is his favorite breakfast.
He smiled. He didn't expect that Wei Xiao would run to buy him breakfast so early. It was really nice of him.
He opened his breakfast and ate a little, then took out his cell phone. Just as he was about to call Wei Xiao, he received a call from Wei Xiao's psychologist.
The psychologist said on the phone: "Mr. Mu, I'm Smile's psychologist. She left a video with me and asked me to pass it to you. Are you free today? If so, please come to my studio."
Mu Ziyin didn't know what was going on yet. He thought it was a surprise prepared by Ying Xiaorong for him, so he smiled and said, "Okay, I'm free today. I'll be there later."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Ziyin was still in a good mood. He ate all the breakfast that Ying Xiaorong bought, hummed a song, picked up his car keys, and went out.
Driving his own car, Mu Ziyin put on a Bluetooth headset and called Ying Xiaorong's cell phone, but the phone on the other end showed that the phone was turned off.
It's strange, why did Xiaoxiao turn off? Is it because the phone ran out of battery
With a hint of doubt, Mu Ziyin arrived at the psychologist's studio.
After he entered, he casually picked up a crystal ball on the psychiatrist's desk, threw it and asked with a smile: "Doctor, what does your smile ask you to give me?"
The psychiatrist glanced at him and said seriously, "Go sit in the living room for a while. I'll go get something."
"Okay." Although he didn't know why, Mu Ziyin felt that there was something wrong with the psychologist's expression at this moment, but he didn't know what was wrong. He walked into the living room and sat on the only black sofa with a thoughtful expression.
The psychiatrist brought a small USB and said, "Mr. Mu, this is what Xiao Xiao wants to give you. You can watch it on the projector here. I'm leaving now."
"good."
The psychiatrist closed the door as he left.
Mu Ziyin sat in front of the projector and plugged the USB into the port.
Then, the big screen flashed, and Ying Xiaoming's face appeared. She sat in front of the camera, dressed in black, with her hands clasped. She was silent for a long, long time before she slowly raised her eyes, looked at the camera with those sad eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
There is nothing else to say.
Mu Ziyin felt very confused. He looked at the camera and was silent for five minutes. Then, at this moment, the camera showed the content of Ying Xiaorong's first conversation with the psychologist.
She said to the psychologist with a cold expression: "In fact, I am not a real person. My personality and appearance are all formed through training. They are perfect, but this is not the real me..."
Mu Ziyin clasped his hands in front of his lips, and after listening to Ying Xiaorong's words, the corners of his lips, which were originally raised, had completely drooped.
Then all the blood disappeared from his face, as if he had been acupunctured, and he stared at the image with a dazed look in his eyes.
So, all this is fake
A few minutes ago, he was still feeling a little happy about their intimacy last night, but now, he only felt angry, a cold anger, his chest ached, throbbing, and the pain made his eyes go black...
I was so stuck on this chapter, I spent hours writing it
(End of this chapter)