President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Fengyin, I know that I don't like you, but love.

I love you, so I want to let go of your hand.

In the future, you will find a man who truly loves you and loves you. He will be better than me, at least, more normal than me.

In the darkness, Leng Yan's eye sockets were sore, something thorn stirred in it repeatedly, and each stroke was a heart-rending pain.

In the darkness, Feng Yin who was sleeping on his side slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were particularly clear and dazzling in the dark.

She knew why Leng Yan treated her like this.

She understands it all.

The two of them are two sharp contradictions, and it seems that they can no longer accept others except each other.

Feng Yin knew last night that Leng Yan thought she was asleep and came to her side.

There is warmth surging in my heart.

At that moment, she saw her heart, in her heart, there was a place for Leng Yan.

His position has been there for a long time, but she has always refused to face it.

So tonight, she seemed to be angry, but she was actually deliberately leaving a place for him, not wanting him to work as hard as last night.

As for the future, she hasn't thought so clearly, so far.

……

The next day, Feng Yin woke up in Leng Yan's embrace.

After falling asleep last night, she didn't care about giving up her seat to Leng Yan, and slept as comfortably as she could.When they woke up in the morning, they were sleeping in each other's arms.The most terrible thing is that she still has one hand on Leng Yan's neck and one leg on her waist...

This damn ambiguous posture made Feng Yin want to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Young Master Leng also slept very well last night. In his dream, Feng Yin suddenly pointed his finger at him before going to bed, asking him to accompany her.

At that time, Leng Yan wanted to throw her down immediately, but she shook her head with a reserved face, and was finally dragged directly to the bed by Feng Yin.

What happened later was self-evident, so real, so hot, so exciting.

So much so that when Leng Yan woke up in the morning, there was still a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Feng Yin, come again..."

Leng Yan, who was still asleep, underestimated in a low voice, and Feng Yin, who was pretending to be asleep, woke up in a second.

"Honey, I really love you."

Feng Yin: "."

At this moment, it is impossible to say that she has not been touched from the bottom of her heart. Regarding Leng Yan's feelings, Feng Yin understands that she can't let go of her complicated feelings for him when she comes here to accompany him.

But what happened to Leng Yan's spring dream?

However, Feng Yin didn't dare to move now, and didn't dare to ask.

Leng Yan woke up, looked down and saw Feng Yin was still in her arms, the throbbing in her body was about to dissipate, but she was reluctant to let go of her.

The chin gently rubbed the hair on the top of her head, and the warm touch touched the softest side of her heart.

Feng Yin leaned against Wang Lengyan's arms involuntarily, and what this momentary feeling of dependence brought to Leng Yan was a bucket of cold water.

He couldn't go on, had to stay sober enough.

There can be no dependence between him and Feng Yin.

The warm touch disappeared in the next moment, and Leng Yan quickly left her side and ran to the next bed to take a nap.

Feng Yin closed his eyes and sighed silently.

The Song family's apartment in the suburb of i in city q.

When Song Ziheng was drunk, he heard someone ring the doorbell. He thought it was a food delivery person, so he opened the door, and the cold wind hit the door directly.

Song Ziheng, who was staggering after drinking, had no ability to resist at all. He was dragged into the bathroom in two or three strokes, his head was pressed in the toilet, and he was forced to gulp down the toilet water.

"Who are you? Let me go!!"