After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"Okay!" The woman agreed in a clear voice, full of joy.

If it weren't for her mature voice, which is obviously a woman, Cheng Zhanxi would have almost thought that she was talking to a kindergarten child, elated for a little red flower rewarded by the teacher.

Yu Qingtang quickly felt that something was wrong, her voice was a few decibels lower, and she said reservedly: "I'll go home first, and I'll come to you later."

Cheng Zhanxi was in a trance, instinctively pulled the corners of his lips and smiled: "Okay."

Cheng Zhanxi opened the door of 2102, stood at the door as usual and watched Yu Qingtang go back, Yu Qingtang turned around halfway, and his eyes fell straight on her, as if to confirm her presence.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled at her.

Yu Qingtang also lightly outlined the corners of her lips and went in.

Seeing that the door on the opposite side was closed, Cheng Zhanxi turned around and walked into his house, no longer smiling brightly, and looking thoughtful.

She threw herself on the living room sofa and thought about it.

2101.

Yu Qingtang hung up her bag, went to the bedroom to change into pajamas, and then returned to the living room. Looking at the time, two minutes had passed.

Yu Qingtang: "..."

Yu Qingtang grabbed the cat's eyes and looked out, the corridor was as empty as ever.

She walked back from the entrance and paced around the living room to pass the time, her footsteps light and cheerful.

She didn't think about anything, and couldn't think of anything in her head. In fact, since she came back from the old city last night and saw Cheng Zhanxi with her own eyes, she has been in the grand joy of reunion, she just wants to be inseparable with Cheng Zhanxi, hug when they can hug, and be together When we were together, we made up for the 20 years of separation.

So she doesn't care about the public, and she doesn't care about her "big change in character", which is really nothing compared to the joy in her heart.

Ten minutes later, she stood at the door of Cheng Zhanxi's house, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Cheng Zhanxi was lying on the sofa thinking about things, and time passed very quickly when he was concentrating. She felt as if she had just closed her eyes when the doorbell rang next to her ear.

Cheng Zhanxi got up and opened the door.

Yu Qingtang was wearing light blue cotton pajamas, long-sleeved trousers, holding a pillow in her arms, her long black hair was loose, pinned behind her small ears, her face was fair and delicate, and her expression was well-behaved.

She has no makeup, the corners of her eyes are drooping down gently, and with the tear moles at the end of her eyes, she has a feeling of tenderness and tenderness, which makes people feel protective.

When Cheng Zhanxi was alone, her online sanity collapsed when she faced herself. Love is an unreasonable thing, blind, obsessed, fallen, and irreversible.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't give way, but directly stretched out his hands and hugged Yu Qingtang who was standing at the door.

Yu Qingtang's body is thin, with a small skeleton, so he doesn't have any weight in his arms, but the feeling of holding him in his arms is different.

Cheng Zhanxi smelled the faint fragrance of the shower gel on her body, buried her face in her neck and sniffed deeply, and murmured vaguely, "Have you taken a shower?"

Yu Qingtang was a little itchy due to her heat, but she didn't avoid it and said in a low voice, "En."

Cheng Zhanxi laughed: "Have you taken a shower after such a while?"

Yu Qingtang looked at the head that was moving around in her neck, her ears warmed, and she said a little embarrassedly, "Well... just rushed."

Cheng Zhanxi laughed again.

He lifted his chin a little bit and rested it on her shoulder, still holding her back and waist with his hands, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

There was no eroticism in this hug, and Yu Qingtang also put his hand on her back and stroked her long silky and cool hair one after another.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't wear a coat at home, just a white shirt inside.

Her hand accidentally touched Cheng Zhanxi's straight spine line, the vague back muscle line, and the tight waistline on both sides, and her fingertips touched curiously through her shirt.

Cheng Zhanxi took a breath and bit his lower lip.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't have no idea at all. A mature woman, when she saw her sweetheart standing in front of her clean and fragrant, she didn't care at all, either she didn't like it enough or she was cold. It's just that Cheng Zhanxi knew that Yu Qingtang had no ideas, so she suppressed those thoughts.

They gave a pure hug.

Obviously Yu Qingtang made her innocent.

Before Yu Qingtang could explore further, Cheng Zhanxi let go of her hand, hooked her ears uncomfortably, and said, "I'm going to change pajamas."

Yu Qingtang withdrew her hand five centimeters from her waistcoat line and said, "Okay."

Cheng Zhanxi looked into Yu Qingtang's eyes.

Innocent and clear, like a child, there is no trace of desire.

"..." Cheng Zhanxi entered the bedroom with an indescribable mood.

She subconsciously locked the door first, and then came back to change her clothes. At the same time as the "click" sound of the lock sounded, she changed her mind and opened the lock again.

Then she walked over to the full-length mirror and took off her clothes little by little.

The woman in the mirror has a slender waist, long legs, exquisite curves, a flat and firm lower abdomen, without a trace of fat, but there is no shortage of places where it should be, plump and full, and it has the taste of a mature woman.

Don't talk about other people, she is greedy even looking at herself.

Yu Qingtang actually didn't want her body! Does she like that shriveled bean sprouts figure? Well, it's not that bean sprouts are bad. Cheng Zhanxi can only think in this direction for a while to save his dignity temporarily.

Cheng Zhanxi put on soft silk pajamas, exhaled softly in front of the mirror, and decided to try again.

...

Yu Qingtang put his pillow on the couch that he had lain on last time, and put the blanket aside.

She sat with her knees together and her hands on her knees.

Looking at the bedroom door, why didn't Cheng Zhanxi come out? Did you just fall asleep?

In fact, Yu Qingtang wanted to sleep with Cheng Zhanxi, just like when he was a child.

But the two of them had just met again, and Yu Qingtang subconsciously felt that it would take some time for such behavior to proceed gradually. Thinking of this, she pinched the knuckle of her index finger with the tip of her thumb, hoping that Cheng Zhanxi was not frightened by herself.

Cheng Zhanxi.

She thought for a while and silently chewed the name in her heart.

Did her parents get it for her? sounds so good.

Just thinking about it, the bedroom in her line of sight opened the door from the outside in.

The ice silk nightdress has a thin and soft fabric, small suspenders, a red skirt with white skin, and the color of milk is flowing under the light. The in-line collarbone is **** and straight, with her lazy long curly hair, like the **** that came out of Hong Kong movies in the 1990s actress.

Yu Qingtang looked at her.

She also looked at Yu Qingtang, her gaze was unavoidable, and she walked to her step by step as she watched.

Yu Qingtang looked up at her, looked from head to toe, there seemed to be a small whirlpool in the depths of her black eyes, which seemed bottomless.

Afterwards, she took Cheng Zhanxi's hand and took her into her arms, pinching her chin with her slender and fair knuckles and kissing her.

...

The above are all Cheng Zhanxi's beautiful fantasy, and it is also her most hopeful development.

However, the reality is always very different from the imagination. Yu Qingtang looked up at her and looked at her from head to toe with a calm gaze. After that, she took Cheng Zhanxi's hand and took her to the seat beside her. She unfolded a thin blanket to cover her. on her lap.

"Be careful of catching a cold." Yu Qingtang tucked her carefully.

"The same to you."

You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder. Cheng Zhanxi thought about it, and couldn't help but grab Yu Qingtang's hand and stuff it into the thin blanket.

The blanket was so big in total. Under Cheng Zhanxi's deliberate manipulation, Yu Qingtang put his hand directly on it, and the skin on his palm was smooth and delicate.

Yu Qingtang's jade white knuckles curled up uncomfortably, and when she touched it, she didn't even dare to move.

Cheng Zhanxi keenly sensed the imperceptible tenseness of her body, and finally pulled back a city, the corners of her lips hooked.

"Mr. Yu." Cheng Zhanxi turned around, faced her, and turned with him.

Feeling the constant touch from the palm of his hand, Yu Qingtang froze, his blood heated up, and the heat rushed to his face.

"Teacher Yu?"

"Yeah." Yu Qingtang swallowed calmly and retracted his hand.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't force it, smiled lightly, put two hands on her shoulders, hooked her neck back, and stared at her dark eyes.

The two looked at each other close at hand, eye to eye, nose to nose, Yu Qingtang's eyes slid uncontrollably toward the woman's red lips, and a ripple of emotion finally blew in his calm eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi approached slowly.

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was clear and bright.

"Cheng Zhanxi."

She almost never called Cheng Zhanxi by her first name and last name, so that Cheng Zhanxi was stunned and almost blurted out the sentence "to". She bit the tip of her tongue lightly, maintained her expression, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingtang took her hands off the back of her neck, her voice as light as her eyes: "It's time to sleep."

As she said that, she reached out and tapped the screen of her phone.

"What time is it?" Cheng Zhanxi leaned on her arms deliberately, followed her to look at her mobile phone, and pretended to be surprised, "It's almost time, it's time to sleep."

"Well, you should go back to your room."

"Would it be uncomfortable for you to sleep on the sofa?"

"No." Yu Qingtang sat upright with the sticky candy in his arms, his eyes softened, and said, "Go to sleep."

Cheng Zhanxi wanted to stay in her arms and not leave, but it was impossible. The sofa could not sleep two people. In order not to delay the work in the afternoon, Cheng Zhanxi said "good afternoon" and put the blanket on. Open it, get up and go back to the house.

Yu Qingtang looked at her back, the long legs under the ultra-short suspender skirt were white and straight, which was particularly eye-catching.

Yu Qingtang lay on the sofa with her eyes closed, the heating in the living room was on, and the thin blanket covered her shoulders. Just because she slept in a house with Cheng Zhanxi, her heart was warm.

She closed her eyes, frowned slightly, and thought again: It seems a little different.

Yu Qingtang's hands clasped around his waist in a regular manner, his knuckles clenched tightly, as if he was reminiscing about something.

Cheng Zhanxi's skin is so smooth.

She yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

The automatic curtains in the living room are closed, and the light is tight. The woman on the sofa lay in the dim light, breathing lightly, her mouth slightly open.

Cheng Zhanxi, who woke up early, gently closed the bedroom door, walked over barefoot, squatted on the edge of the sofa, and looked at her with his face in his hands.

Yu Qingtang murmured unconsciously, the rustling fabric rubbing, and turned his face to the outside of the sofa.

Cheng Zhanxi sticks out his head again, and through the dim light, his eyes depict Yu Qingtang's delicate and beautiful facial features, and his eyes gradually become gentle.

Yu Qingtang frowned in his sleep, and soon released it again, his breath was a little heavier, his lips and teeth were half-open, and he could vaguely see the soft red and shiny inside, moist and moist.

Cheng Zhanxi's mouth was dry.

She averted her eyes sharply, calming her fast heartbeat.

"Cheng Zhanxi..."

Suddenly there was a low soft call from behind, Cheng Zhanxi thought she was awake, and she was caught, so she quickly adjusted her expression, thought about the lines she wanted to say, and turned around with a natural smile.

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes, exactly the same sleeping position as before.

dreaming? Did you dream about yourself?

Cheng Zhanxi smiled silently.

"Cheng Zhanxi..." Yu Qingtang called again, almost murmured.

She put one hand over the thin blanket, the back of her hand as pale as snow, her knuckles clenched, as if trying to grab something.

Cheng Zhanxi sat down on the floor on the edge of the sofa, passed her hand, and carefully let her hold it.

The cell phone alarm clock on the table rang.

Cheng Zhanxi stretched out his right hand and pressed it off, woke Yu Qingtang, and opened the automatic curtain.

The winter sun shines in, and the living room is bright.

Yu Qingtang squinted and saw Cheng Zhanxi sitting in the backlight, and she was holding something in her hand, and the place where her fingers touched was soft and cool.

She didn't let go of Cheng Zhanxi's hand and asked, "When did Mr. Cheng wake up?"

"Two minutes before you."

"Yeah." Yu Qingtang was about to sit up. She had just slept and her body was so weak that she couldn't exert too much strength. Cheng Zhanxi put her hand up, helped her half up and sat up, leaned into his arms, and pointed The tip crossed his forehead and trimmed her hair.

Yu Qingtang adjusted to a comfortable sleeping position in her arms, rubbed her eyes, half-closed her eyelids tiredly, and closed her eyes involuntarily.

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