Xie Fei gently placed her on the bed, pressed her body up, and wrapped her whole body in her arms with both hands, and whispered in her ear with a slightly hoarse voice: "Wei Wei, Wei Wei... Give me a baby."
As he opened his mouth, he bit her earlobe and rubbed it gently with his teeth.
Lin Zhiwei's ears were hot, and he couldn't help but snorted twice, Xie Fei then let go with a smile.
Then his hot lips moved slowly towards her cheeks and chin... a deep kiss.
While kissing her face, he gently rubbed his fingers on her brows, the tip of her nose, and her red lips.
The fingertips seemed to carry a scorching flame. The scorching temperature from his fingertips made Lin Zhiwei lose his mind for a moment, and his cheeks and ears slowly became hot with his breathing.
After a long while, Xie Fei lowered his head and put it on her lips, first rubbing it lightly, and then taking a small sip.
Lin Zhiwei's body trembled uncontrollably, and there was an inexplicable numbness in his beating heart.
Her hands grasping Xie Fei's neckline unconsciously tightened, and she couldn't help hugging the person on her body even tighter while her lips and tongues turned: "Xie Fei... I... "
The two of them lingered and played between you and me, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.
Xie Fei pecked and kissed her slightly swollen lips and asked vaguely: "Huh? What's wrong?"
"I don't regret it..." Lin Zhiwei whispered with a blushing face, then put his arms around the back of his neck and raised his neck to find his lips.
Xie Fei's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his black eyes were deep.
The girl he liked looked at him shyly, and he was also a little nervous because he had always been calm. He couldn't help swallowing, and a solemn and low voice sounded: "I will never let you down."
When the words fell, he leaned down and bowed his head, and then there was a lingering kiss.
While kissing her, he pulled out his hand to undress.
His fingers dexterously slid over the buttons of his pajamas, and then he smeared and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and groped inside for a while.
Seeing his absent-mindedness, Lin Zhiwei reached out and poked at him dissatisfiedly: "What are you looking for?"
"The cover..." Xie Fei chuckled, then took out a cover and tore it open with his mouth.
Lin Zhiwei looked at him with some blurred eyes, poked his chest, and said a little sourly: "Are you still ready for this?"
"Prepare for you." Xie Fei smiled softly, held her face, rubbed her lips lightly, pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth, teased around, and muttered vaguely, "In case of just in case."
Lin Zhiwei was so excited by him that Baba raised his head to meet him and kissed his lips.
However, she disarmed and surrendered in the next moment, and was swept away by people who attacked the city and swept the ground. She could only obediently let others do whatever they wanted.
In the silent night, there was a little hoarse voice in the room, and the moon outside the shy window hid in the arms of the clouds.
…
After the event, Lin Zhiwei was so tired that he didn't want to move, so he fell asleep in Xie Fei's arms.
Xie Fei lay with one hand on the back of his head and looked at her, the faint light on the bedside table hit his face, making his cold eyes unconsciously bring a three-point softness.
With a chuckle, he stretched out his hand to turn off the light to sleep, but unexpectedly, he saw Zhao Yiming's hair that had been put away before, thinking that he had just accidentally turned it out.
Xie Fei paused, turned to take his hair, and looked at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms again after a while.
She was so active tonight, maybe there was no reason for Zhao Yiming.
What is the deep hatred between them
Thinking of this, Xie Fei was completely sleepy. He took the phone and checked the time, and decided to use Time Rewind tonight.
After pinching a trick to put Lin Zhiwei into a deep sleep, Xie Fei got up with Zhao Yiming's hair and went to the living room. After sitting on the sofa, he closed his eyes and began to cast spells, using his hair as a medium, to go back through the long river of time, back to three years ago...
But in the blink of an eye, when Xie Fei opened his eyes again, he found himself floating above a dark and damp room.
He looked down and saw a teenage boy curled up on a dilapidated wooden bed, covered with a musty-smelling thin mattress.
The boy is very thin and thin, and he is far from Zhao Yiming in Xie Fei's impression, but there are still some similarities on closer inspection.
The reason he identified the boy as Zhao Yiming was because he used his hair as a medium, so he had to be by his side during the time-rewind period.
However, you can also leave for a while, as long as you come back within half an hour.
At this time, there was a sound of walking outside the door, and then the door was opened with a "bang", and an old woman in her fifties walked in. Seeing that Zhao Yiming was still sleeping, she immediately scolded: "You are really a dead boy. I am the young master of the Zhao family. You are an illegitimate child! Now that your mother is dead, the Zhao family does not want you. If it wasn't for the fact that your mother is my daughter and the Zhao family is willing to pay child support, I don't want to care. you!"
"Now you eat my clothes, wear my clothes, and live with me, and you still want to be the eldest young master? I tell you, there is no door! Get up, go to boil water to cook, and then feed the pig grass. You can only go when you're done. Go to school…”
Suddenly another woman came out of the door. She looked like she was in her thirties, with a pointed mouth and a round face, with a mean face: "Mom, if you want me to tell me what kind of school he is going to, let my Dongzi go—"
Hearing this, Zhao Yiming, who had gotten up and dressed in silence, suddenly glared at him fiercely. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I want to go to school!"
The two were taken aback. The old woman always disliked this grandson, because his own family was ridiculed by the villagers for being shameless, and his daughter was taken as a mistress, and the family was unable to raise their heads. But it is her daughter's last wish to let this child read. Besides, this child has a stubborn temper. If he really does not let him read, he might just walk away, and the alimony given by the Zhao family...
Thinking of this, the old woman spat at the woman: "The mouse is short-sighted, Naruko's reading is fixed, and you are not allowed to talk about it."
It was past seven o'clock when the work was over, Zhao Yiming grabbed two handfuls of cold rice and kneaded them into a ball, chewed them and ran to school.
High school is only available in town, so hurry up, he was late when he got to school. Because it was the first day of school, the class was introducing itself, so there were already several different small groups.
Zhao Yiming was often laughed at as a wild breed when he followed his mother, so his temperament has always been dull, and when he suddenly walked into the hilarious classroom, he was a little reserved and uncomfortable.
Under the teacher's semi-coercion, he stood on the podium a little humble and cowardly, whispered his name and didn't know what to say, and then got off the podium amid a roar of laughter.
Zhao Yiming sat down alone in the corner, stood up after class and saluted the teacher and was about to sit down when the chair was kicked away by the boy next door. Suddenly a burst of laughter.
He seemed to be the target of bullying by the whole class just like that.
In the beginning, it was just some petty tricks, such as tossing his things around to tease him, throwing paper balls at him during class, always asking him to help clean up after school, making rumors that he has body odor and that he has not been for a month. After taking a shower and waiting, and then seeing him, he turned his head and covered his nose in disgust, and everyone in his seat avoided it, as if there was some kind of plague on him.
Zhao Yiming silently endured these things. He has been here since he was a child because of his status as an illegitimate child.
What's more, what can he do if he can't bear it, the mother who loves him is no longer alive, the Zhao family can't rely on it, and the nominal grandmother and other relatives don't even think about it, it's good that they don't fall into the trap.
However, he didn't know that all this would change after Teacher's Day.
In the class meeting a few days before the Teacher's Day, the head teacher used various means and words, expressly or implicitly, to ask everyone to give her gifts. So on Teacher's Day, the whole class prepared all kinds of gifts for the teachers, only Zhao Yiming who didn't go to the table gave two cold rice balls.
Amid the sneers and jeers of the classmates, the head teacher smashed two rice balls on Zhao Yiming's head. Cursing, mixed with laughing, he was blue and purple all over.
Since then, under the conscious or unintentional promotion of the head teacher, the whole class has tacitly increased the means of teasing Zhao Yiming.
For example, he painted 502 glue on his stool, stuffed mud and bugs into his rice balls, threw his books, pens, schoolbags and other things into the trash can, and painted all kinds of disgusting things on his workbook, He even stomped and tore up, and finally falsely accused him of stealing other people's pocket money. Every day after class, he was stuck in the corner to force him to pay back the money, and he started beating and scolding before he came out.
That's not enough. He was bullied every day at school, and he was beaten and scolded when he got home, because his clothes were always torn apart within a few days.
At this time, all the scolding filled his ears, and he was even beaten by his grandmother with a cane—
"Why don't they bully you when they don't bully others? It's not because you did something wrong!"
"How normal it is for people to beat you, and you are still wronged. Who told you to steal other people's money with dirty hands and feet? Tomorrow you will give me an obedient apology until others forgive you. As for the money, you can find a solution yourself. return."
"I still quibble that I didn't steal. Your teachers all called us to tell us that children without parents and mothers are... tsk tsk."
"It's really embarrassing our family, the good things are all without you, and the bad things are all yours!"
…
It was in this situation that Zhao Yiming and Lin Zhiwei met.
After school that day, Zhao Yiming was dragged by Yang Junhui and his group to the corner of the men's bathroom. His schoolbag was thrown aside, his face was blue and purple, and his whole body was wet. He was pressed by someone just now. Splashed while struggling in a pool full of water.
Yang Junhui took out a pair of folding scissors, a lighter and a few wire brushes from his younger brother's schoolbag and distributed them to the people behind him. Then he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Zhao Yiming: "Blessed is your boy, today there is a beautiful woman to cut your hair and take a bath. Oh."
At this time, three girls came together not far away, and there was a girl behind them who was being pulled by several people—Lin Zhiwei.
"Junhui, why didn't you wait for us to start?" The ponytail girl trotted to Yang Junhui's side, took his hand and complained, "Are we late? Is it over?"
"How can we not wait for my family Xinxin, we have just started!" Yang Junhui laughed.
"Ah, it's already started, it's all because Zhiwei made us miss the good show at the beginning!" The head girl hummed dissatisfiedly.
Lin Zhiwei pulled away his hand and said, "I said I'm not interested, you have to pull me here."
The long-haired girl went to pull Lin Zhiwei again: "Aiya, I won't lose a piece of meat if I look at it. Besides, I've been a little irritable recently, and the free vent package is unnecessary."
The author has something to say: I want to cry, this is really on my neck, I begged, it's really changed beyond recognition~