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Chapter 21 Blooming

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    Arriving downstairs at Zhao Yi's house, it was already dark, and the stars were like broken jade, quietly embellishing the night sky.

    The moonlight was covered by the old trees in the community, so it couldn't reach the downstairs, and the whole area was pitch black.  All the residents upstairs turned off their lights to rest, and only Zhao Yi and Song Xiaolan were downstairs.

    Quiet and mysterious.

    Song Xiaolan wanted to put Zhao Yi down, but Zhao Yi refused, her calf wrapped around his leg, and her hands hugged him tightly.

    In the car just now, she didn't speak, and kept sleeping.  Song Xiaolan thought it might be because she was still drunk.  Just let her recite it like this for a while.

    After about five minutes, my legs were a little hard, so I shook my body and coaxed the woman on my back.

    "You come down first, it's not easy for me to carry you up the stairs."

    After hearing this, Zhao Yi became honest and jumped off his back.

    With her jump, Song Xiaolan frowned again, "Be gentle."

    Zhao Yi joked: "Does your heart hurt?"

    Song Xiaolan didn't answer her words, but seeing that the blush on her face was much less, she looked away slightly and said, "Go up."

    Zhao Yi stood on the spot, looking at Song Xiaolan motionless.

    Song Xiaolan didn't understand her, pointed to the stairs, breathed lightly: "Here we are."

    The night wind blew his bangs, so gentle.  Zhao Yi was fascinated by it.  So much so that she was not afraid at all under the dark night sky.  Going up the broken stairs alone on weekdays, I always panic.  But now that Song Xiaolan was by her side, she was different.

    She couldn't bear him to leave.

    Zhao Yi: "The stairs are so long, aren't you afraid that I'll fall halfway up?"

    Song Xiaolan straightened her posture, but her ears were reddish, "I'm watching here, if I really fall, I can hear it."

    So calm, so ruthless.

    Zhao Yi didn't care, walked two steps closer, stretched out a finger to scratch on the back of his hand, tilted her head to look at him: "I'm afraid of the dark."

    Song Xiaolan blushed and sighed softly, but she still helped her up the stairs.

    *

    At the door, Song Xiaolan let go of her, looked down at her, and said, "You go in, and I'll go."

    Zhao Yite was shameless, frowning: "My hand hurts, I can't open the door."

    Song Xiaolan frowned, knowing that she couldn't hold her back, she finally took the key in her hand, opened the door and invited her in.

    "Okay, let's go in."

    He handed her the key.

    Zhao Yi stretched out Bai Nen's arm, didn't hold the key, but grabbed Song Xiaolan's wrist.

    Just as Song Xiaolan felt something was wrong, she was pulled into the door.

    Zhao Yi is such a bad woman, how can she let go of the flesh that comes to her mouth?

    Zhao Yi grabbed Song Xiaolan's hand and dragged him into the dark house.

    Song Xiaolan was taken aback and was pushed against the wall by Zhao Yi.

    He could feel her breath on his face, and the fragrance of her body instantly swept over his senses, and the fire in his heart gained momentum.

    Song Xiaolan had no choice but to turn her face, "Turn on the light."

    Zhao Yi didn't answer, but held his hand and didn't let go.

    His hands were warm, even hot.  She just laughed, very happy.  She slid across his neck with her icy cold fingertips, arousing his sensitivity.

    "Why are your hands so cold?"

    Song Xiaolan frowned in the darkness.

    On the eighth floor, the moonlight outside the window came in little by little, and Zhao Yi could see Song Xiaolan with clear eyebrows, handsome and dignified.

    The pain in his eyes could not be hidden.

    Zhao Yi felt sore in his heart, why is he so weak, does this make him feel distressed?  There was mist in her eyes.

    She is alone in Beijing, no one cares, no one loves, she has forgotten the feeling of being loved by others.

    By the moonlight, Song Xiaolan could also see the expression on Zhao Yi's face.

    She was smiling, very slightly, but very happy.

    Song Xiaolan's hand was held by her like this, her heart was beating fast, but her expression was still calm, and she asked her softly.

    "Are you so happy when you push me?"

    Zhao Yi smiled slightly, his eyes were clear and lively with a hint of charm, which was very attractive.

    But I'm so happy, this dark and bottomless life, finally there is a fool to support her, isn't it?

    Zhao Yi: "Guess."

    Song Xiaolan: "I don't guess, pretty women like to lie."

    Zhao Yi pulled his hand over, put it on her waist, and looked at him with a pair of watery eyes.

    Song Xiaolan put her hand on her waist, her waist is very thin, as if he??You can hold it with both hands.  Her body temperature came from the palm, and her waist was also cold.  He unconsciously increased the strength in his hand, hoping to transfer more heat to her.

    Zhao Yi was about to be melted by her hot hands, and the alcohol in her mind didn't know where to go.

    Song Xiaolan frowned slightly, "Turn on the light, you're drunk, don't make trouble."

    Zhao Yi didn't care, she bent down and hugged him directly, her face was pressed against his, and her chin rested on his shoulder.

    Song Xiaolan closed her eyes, unable to close her eyes, full of torment.

    "You are cold."

    Zhao Yi: "You just need to be hot."

    Her soft whisper was soaked in poison, she spoke so lightly, but it was full of weight, grabbing Song Xiaolan's heart fiercely.

    Song Xiaolan stopped talking, he couldn't take it anymore.

    At this time, in their eyes, there is no heaven and earth, and there is no universe.  There is only uncontrollable restlessness and blood rushing.

    He hugged her, lightly, and closed his eyes.

    "Do not lie to me."

    Zhao Yi froze for a moment and panicked for a while.

    She never lied or hurt anyone.

    How could he, Song Xiaolan, think she was a liar?

    She directly took his hand off and placed it on her heart: "Touch, how is your heart beating?"

    Song Xiaolan couldn't stand this posture, and turned her head to look for the light switch.

    Zhao Yi didn't care, put her face on his shoulder, smelled the fragrance of his body, it was comfortable and peaceful.

    Song Xiaolan didn't dare to move again.

    I don't want to move anymore.

    *

    Zhao Yi just hugged each other like this for about ten minutes, listening to each other's heartbeats without talking.

    The two separated, Zhao Yi bent over to change shoes, and the spring scenery behind her was revealed under Song Xiaolan's eyes.  She took out a pair of new cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at Song Xiaolan's feet.

    Men's cotton shoes.

    Song Xiao's face moved slightly between his brows.

    "Do you often bring people home?"

    Zhao Yi was stunned for a while.

    Harm, this kid's observation skills are really good.

    "For couples, buy one get one free, it's a good deal."

    Song Xiaolan's handsome side face drooped slightly, her eyelashes covered all expressions, as motionless as a white marble carving.

    He doesn't believe it.

    Zhao Yi changed her shoes by herself, then turned to see his frowning eyebrows.

    Zhao Yi smiled, "I am also a person with a certain social reputation. If I want to take people, I also take them to the hotel. Who will take them home?"

    "what about me?"

    "Are you someone else?"

    Zhao Yi never affirms anything by herself, and always leads the other party to affirm.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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