That strange memory set off a huge wave.
The young man held her foot, and kissed lightly on the enchanting red mole on the sole of her foot.
Yaoyao leaned back, propped her elbows on the bed, and looked at him in surprise.
As if he was troubled by some complicated emotions, his eyebrows were tightened, his expression was difficult, and he was struggling in a daze.
"Ayan, what's the matter with you?" She asked, a little embarrassed.
The hand holding her foot became tighter and tighter, and it hurt a little. She couldn't help taking a breath, and said in a low voice, "Let me go first."
Dai Shuyan slowly let go of her hand, put down her feet, and stared at her with heavy eyes, the emotions in his eyes were dark and hard to distinguish.
Yaoyao retracted her feet into her pajamas and looked at him uneasily.
His reaction today was so weird.
He hesitated: "You...are you..."
"What?"
"Did you... live near Bihu?"
"...!"
Yaoyao's fingers tightened suddenly, her eyes revealed surprise.
She did live near Bihu when she was a child, but because she met a pervert and almost fell into the lake and drowned, she only lived there for one year, and moved out the next year.
The question is, how does the memory-washed sub-personality know this
Yaoyao couldn't help feeling uneasy, this was too abnormal, thinking about it carefully, the abnormality in the second world was not limited to this, and Pei Shu didn't show up.
In the real world that day, Pei Shu clearly said that he would follow her into different worlds and assist her in completing tasks, but she had been here for so long, and Pei Shu still hadn't appeared.
Dai Shuyan's mind was very confused, he felt as if he had fallen into a huge mystery, and he had to straighten out his thoughts first.
"I'm going out for a while."
He grabbed his coat, said these words, opened the door and left.
Tang Wenheng lit another cigarette, but did not turn on the light. The room was like a fairyland, filled with smoke, and the red dots flickered in the mist.
He listened to the movement next door, took a deep puff, and the cigarette was more than half burned.
He was ready to listen to a live erotic palace, but he didn't expect that the next thing was the sound of closing the door.
Ayan... gone? !
There were rustling footsteps again, and they stopped in the living room without moving.
The cigarette butt was twisted in his hand for a long time, until it burned to the end and burned his fingers, he finally made up his mind to put it out in the ashtray.
Open the window, let in the night breeze, and blow away the smog from the room.
After the smell of cigarettes on his body was almost gone, he gently opened the door and walked out.
She was facing the gate, standing in the darkness, with only a pair of white hands and feet, as if with light.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her head slowly, and said in embarrassment, "Did I disturb you?"
Tang Wenheng shook his head, "What's wrong with Ah Yan?"
"I don't know." She pretended to be relaxed, but she couldn't hide the crying in her voice, "He said he was going out for a while."
He was silent for a while, then said softly: "I can't sleep, can you sit with me for a while?"
Knowing that his purpose was to accompany her, Yaoyao smiled gratefully.
The two sat side by side on the couch with an arm's length between them.
Yaoyao rested her chin on her knees, hid her calves in her pajamas, put her arms around her knees, and just sat like this without speaking.
He looked at her, and there was another silence.
"I'm sorry about today's matter..." Gathering up his courage, he spoke, his voice a little hoarse, he coughed, and continued, "Please don't take it to heart."
Yaoyao paused, "It's not your fault, it's because that person is too bad."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." He hurriedly said, remembering the taste between her lips and teeth, his body became hot again, and explained with a little embarrassment, "Yes... it's underwater..."
He didn't finish, but he knew she understood what he said.
He looked at her, holding his breath, waiting for her reaction.
Yaoyao turned to look at him, but didn't speak, instead she gently grabbed his wrist, her fingers touched the pulse, and it beat fast and urgently.
Tang Wenheng's heart was beating rapidly, he was speechless, the woman's slender fingers moved over the sensitive skin on the inner side of the wrist, and there were bursts of numbness, which instantly numb half of his arm.
He heard her say, "Is your heart beating so fast?"
He opened his mouth, dumbfounded.
Did she find out? Discovering the nasty desires in his heart, he actually had such thoughts about his friend's wife, and kissed her happily.
Will she feel sick, or...
Will she never see him again, or will she tell Ah Yan
Either way, he couldn't bear it.
His wrists were tense, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.
"I know you are here to save me. Don't worry," she said with a smile in her voice, "I won't tell A Yan."
The tense nerves were instantly relaxed, and he was so weak that he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness.
He didn't want to admit that just now he longed for her to tell A Yan that she would tear off all his disguises and reveal his bloody, ugly heart.
"Don't tell him, okay? He doesn't like me in the first place." She begged softly.
After a while, she didn't get an answer, so she asked again: "Please, please?"
Smiling wryly in his heart, he replied hoarsely: "...Okay. Don't tell him."
After getting the answer she wanted, Yaoyao felt relieved, and murmured absentmindedly: "I don't know what Ayan is doing."
His throat tightened, he took out another cigarette and lit it, and said, "I'll give him a call."
Dai Shuyan walked out quickly, opened the car door and sat in.
Yaoyao really has a red mole on the sole of her foot, but what about Bihu? Will it really exist
He used the navigation to search, and there was actually a result, which was in the suburbs of the city.
He drove fast all the way, and received a call from his friend on the way. He replied that he had something to do and couldn't go back for the time being. He asked them to rest first and left him alone, so he hung up the phone.
Finally got there.
The scene was exactly the same as in memory, even the fast stone that "Yaoyao" often sat on was exactly the same.
However, in his memory, there is no impression of this place at all.
The lake seemed to be shrouded in a curtain. No one was curious or explored. In his world, it didn't exist at all.
Dai Shuyan had unprecedented doubts about his memory.
Why do you like Qi Shenghan? He obviously couldn't even remember what she looked like.
Why don't you like Yaoyao? Obviously, from the looks of it now, he was hopelessly attracted to her.
He suddenly discovered that his previous behavior was completely illogical, as if he had been forced into an identity and lived according to the life trajectory of the other party, but now, he woke up, and found that the previous self and the current self were not the same person at all.
He didn't understand why, but he wanted to verify it all.
He wants to call Qi Shenghan back!
Tang Wenheng hung up the phone and said, "A Yan has something urgent to deal with, let's rest first."
Yaoyao let out an "ah" in disappointment, and asked, "Then when did he come back?"
"No."
Yaoyao didn't go to sleep, Tang Wenheng sat beside her and accompanied her, after an unknown amount of time, she nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, obviously very sleepy.
He endured it for a long time, finally moved closer, and said in a low voice, "Go back to sleep when you're sleepy. A Yan will call you when I come back."
Yaoyao woke up for a moment and shook her head.
Soon, I was confused again.
He stretched out his hand and stopped in the air. Two seconds later, he quietly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep on me."
She didn't know if she understood, she leaned against his shoulder with gentle force, and soon fell asleep.
Her posture was awkward, her calf still hidden in her pajamas.
He was afraid that she would not sleep well, so he stuck his arms into his clothes, pulled out his legs, put them on his body, leaned back on the sofa, and let her sleep more comfortably.
The temperature dropped at night, and the windows were still open. The cool wind blew on her legs, and she shrank slightly, her calves curled up.
He looked at it for a while, then touched her calf with his hand, it was really cold.
The hot hands comforted her back and forth, the temperature was not enough at all, she was still cold, her legs rubbed against the warm place.
His breathing was tight and his whole body was hot.
He unbuttoned his nightgown, moved her legs to his own, and covered her with the clothes.
The woman's cool skin did not extinguish the burning fire, but had the opposite effect.
Her body was swollen and painful, and she pressed heavily against her leg.
He hugged her tightly, motionless.
He knew that what he had done was out of line. If he only regarded her as a friend's woman, he should push her away now and let her go back to sleep in the house, but he couldn't do it. He was greedy for the possession of this moment.
Even if it was an unspeakable torture for him.
The only thing that can comfort him is that his best friend doesn't like Yaoyao, and he plans to divorce Yaoyao.
This is the only excuse I can find to justify myself.
It was almost dawn, afraid that Yaoyao would be embarrassed when she woke up, he hugged her, gently put her back on the bed, dimmed the bedside lamp, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch her.
With ruddy lips and curled eyelashes, the master never forgets to seduce people when he is asleep.
Swallowing, the longing in my heart grew wildly, and the short-term intimacy underwater not only failed to satisfy, but instead encouraged the desire to go out of control.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Moving his eyes down, he came to her ankle, stared at the string of coral beads for a while, then bowed his head and kissed again.
Still not enough, holding the sole of her foot, I was surprised to find that there was a bright red mole on the sole of her foot, like cinnabar, enchanting and charming.
He couldn't hold back, and sneakily kissed the mole again.
After thinking about it for a while, he covered her with a blanket and forced himself to leave.
After the person left, Yaoyao got up, speechless for a while, she could bear it, it was really hard for him.
He raised his foot and rubbed it twice on the sheet, and took off the string of coral beads.
Good-looking is good-looking, and it’s okay to wear it normally, but it hurts when you sleep.
Throwing it on the bedside table, I fell asleep again wrapped in a blanket.
I'll have to take some serious medicine next time.