Holding You Into My Arms

Yan Wanping felt that her scalp was about to be ripped off, she screamed, and went to beat Lin Jiayin frantically, "Crazy lunatic, let go, ah--"

"Lin Jiayin..." Shen Zhan squeezed her thin shoulders and tried to lift the person up, "Let go!"

Lin Jiayin's ears seemed to be blocked, buzzing, she couldn't hear the outside world, and she couldn't hear Shen Zhan calling her.

Only the word **** keeps zooming in, looping, and zooming in again.

The brain is about to explode.

Shen Zhan had never seen Lin Jiayin like this.

His eyes were scarlet, he stared fiercely, his hair was messy like a chicken coop, and his face was violent.

If he didn't listen to anything, he grabbed Yan Wanping by the head.

Shen Zhan did not cheat, and directly fished the man up.

The hand holding the hair still didn't let go, Yan Wanping's head was pulled up and the pain was so painful that blood flowed back all over, and she screamed miserably.

"Little Sun," Shen Zhan's voice softened, "I will be angry if I don't let go."

Lin Jiayin still stared at the person who fell on the ground and covered his head, but the strength in his hands suddenly became much weaker.

Shen Zhan shook her hand and broke his fingers apart one by one.

"Calm down?" He pressed Lin Jiayin's trembling shoulders.

Feeling the force of pressing down on his shoulders, Lin Jiayin took a deep breath and turned his head.

The violence on his face instantly turned into panic, loss, and helplessness.

"Shen Zhan..." she yelled in a low voice, looking down at a large bunch of other people's hair in her hand.

Shen Zhan patted her shoulder, his voice softened, "It's okay, it's all okay."

Yan Wanping has gotten up from the ground, biting her lip and rubbing her scalp, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket to see the injury on her face.

One scratch on the left and two on the right. She touched it twice and it was slimy.

Yan Wanping dropped her hands and looked at the two people standing opposite.

Shen Zhan pinched Lin Jiayin's chin and looked at the scratches.

The left cheek is at least 5cm long, and the right cheek was swollen by her.

Nothing better than her, Yan Wanping laughed dryly, turned around and picked up the laptop bag on the ground to leave.

"Yan Wanping." Shen Zhan stopped her.

"What?" Yan Wanping stopped and turned to look at him, "Want to hit me?"

Shen Zhan walked over.

"Fight here," Yan Wanping lifted her chin, pointed to her face, and looked at Lin Jiayin, "Remember to send her to the mental hospital after the fight."

Just **** crazy.

"Hate me, right?" Shen Zhan looked at her.

Yan Wanping smiled, took out the vibrating mobile phone from her pocket and clicked.

"You can deal with me whatever you want, don't look for Lin Jiayin alone." Shen Zhan said.

"You have to figure it out," Yan Wanping put her phone back in her pocket, "she is the one who troubles me."

Shen Zhan's tone was cold: "Believe it or not, I will kill you again."

"Oh." Yan Wanping smiled and turned away indifferently.

After she walked a few meters away, she took out her phone and unlocked the lock screen to reveal the recording interface.

Who killed who on earth?

"I'm sorry." Lin Jiayin lowered her head to admit her mistake.

Shen Zhan looked at her for a long time, took her hand and walked forward, "Go to the hospital first."

"I'm not going." Lin Jiayin said.

Shen Zhan stopped.

"I want to go home." Lin Jiayin didn't cry when she was slapped in the face, bleeding on her face, and even red eyes when she heard Yan Wanping scold Shen Zhan as a slut.

But now... Shen Zhan looked at her eyes...

It's hard to tell what it is, too many emotions are mixed together.

Heartache, guilt, disappointment, depression, gloom... too much.

Lin Jiayin panicked, frightened, and cried out instantly.

Pounced into Shen Zhan's arms, wrapped his hands around his waist, choked up and said: "Shen Zhan, I want to go home, return to Senhe... to our home."

Shen Zhan hugged her for a while and sighed lightly, "Okay, let's go home."

On the way out of the school, the two were silent.

Shen Zhan stopped a taxi on the side of the street, and the two of them sat in.

Lin Jiayin lowered her head, tears flowed down, and Shen Zhan faced her sideways in the aftermath of the tears.

From getting into the car until now, Shen Zhan has been looking out the window without turning his head to look at her, not at all.

What is he thinking now?

Did you hear Yan Wanping's **** shouting?

Are you blaming her for fighting menacingly?

Are you angry?

Are you disappointed in her?

Are you planning to leave her out?

Is it right? The countless questions that came out of my heart made Lin Jiayin bewildered. She grabbed her knee, trying to squeeze it tightly, but it couldn't be squeezed tightly if it hurt.

Tears fell faster and faster, and the uppers were all wet.

"Here," the driver said.

"Master, thank you." Shen Zhan opened the car door.

Lin Jiayin also opened the car door and wiped away tears with the back of her hand before getting out of the car, making herself look less crying.

"You wait for me for a while," Shen Zhan walked over, "there are no cotton swabs at home, I'll go to the small supermarket to buy it."

Lin Jiayin followed, "I will go with you."

"No, just wait for me here." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin stopped.

Looking at Shen Zhan's long back, the street lamp dragged his shadow long and printed it on the dark asphalt road.

After only waiting for a few minutes, Shen Zhan came over with a bag.

Lin Jiayin's eyes fell on his other hand.

He also bought cigarettes instead of strawberry-flavored chocolate.

With a choking heart, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound in her throat.

The two of them walked into the community quietly one after another and walked to the door of the house.

No one said a word.

Shen Zhan opened the door and went in and handed her the pink rabbit slippers.

Lin Jiayin took over and started changing shoes.

Shen Zhan put the bag on the shoe cabinet and reached out to close the door.

Lin Jiayin paused when his arm swept over his shoulders, and no matter if his right foot hadn't changed into slippers, he hugged Shen Zhan's waist.

Shen Zhan stiffened, confiscated his hands, and continued to close the door.

It seems that because he didn't get a response, Lin Jiayin eagerly stamped his feet on his lips.

His lips were a bit cold, Lin Jiayin tried to pry open his lips to absorb the warmth inside.

But Shen Zhan's thin lips pressed tightly.

"Shen Zhan..." Lin Jiayin released her hand and looked at him blankly.

Shen Zhan turned around, not forgetting to pick up the cotton swab placed on the shoe cabinet, "disinfect first."

The action of turning around was simple and neat.

In a short second, the cold air spread from the back to the whole body.

It was only September, and it was so cold that Lin Jiayin hugged herself.

She froze for a while, slowly walking towards the sofa and sitting down.

Shen Zhan came out with the medicine box, sat next to her, took out the alcohol and the cotton swab he had just bought.

"Flick your hair." Shen Zhan unscrewed the cap of the medical alcohol bottle.

Lin Jiayin hummed in a low voice, and stiffly raised her hand. When she was in the air, she paused.

Shen Zhan dipped a cotton swab with alcohol, turned his body around, his eyes were facing her.

A few strands of hair draped randomly on his shoulders, covering the wound, and Shen Zhan frowned, and was about to lift his hand away.

The man was thrown onto the sofa.

Lin Jiayin pressed on him, lowered his head and directly blocked the mouth he just wanted to open.

Straightforward and warm.

Desperately prying his teeth open, his tongue burrows in.

Shen Zhan was stunned for a moment and pushed her away.

Lin Jiayin hung around his neck, her voice low and soft: "I want you."

I don't know where the courage comes from, so I just said it brightly.

She seemed to have separated from herself and became another person.

Want him.

Want him to possess himself.

Very eager, can't wait for a minute.

I was impatient to prove something.

To answer those innumerable are...

She looked at him pitifully.

Shen Zhan didn't speak, the cotton swab fell to the ground when she leaped over and reached out and took another one.

"I want you." Seeing that he didn't have any emotional reaction, Lin Jiayin's nose suddenly became sore, and his eyes turned red. Regardless of the wound on his face, he buried his neck directly, "Shen Zhan, I want you."

"Disinfect first." Shen Zhan pulled her away, calmly poking out the hair on his shoulders.

"Now, just now, I want it now." Lin Jiayin looked at him wrongly.

Shen Zhan looked at her quietly, and after a while, a cotton swab was applied to her face.

Lin Jiayin suppressed her voice and begged, "I beg you, Shen Zhan, how about now?"

The cotton swab was pressed against her face, and she didn't feel any pain, because the heart hurts too much, covering up the pain in other places.

Shen Zhan's long silence finally broke Lin Jiayin.

She opened Shen Zhan's hand and the cotton swab flew out, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

"Lin Jiayin," Shen Zhan called her name coldly.

In the latter words, when she felt her hand down, she choked back abruptly.

Lin Jiayin stared at his eyes, red eyes and said: "You obviously feel it..."

Those restrained emotions erupted in an instant, and Shen Zhan grabbed her wrist, took it away from her waist, rolled over and pressed it, pressing her hands on her shoulders.

"Why lie to me?" He bit her earlobe, his teeth hard.

"I'm sorry," a trembling cry overflowed from his lips, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry to me," Shen Zhan lifted his upper body, took off his compassionate backhand, and threw it on the ground. "I **** don't want to listen."

Lin Jiayin was crushed to death, with her hands folded on top of her head.

"Little Sun, I said before. If you are happy, I will be happy. Don't hurt me." Shen Zhan squeezed her shoulder a little harder, "You have forgotten all this, right?"

"I didn't forget, I just wanted to..." Lin Jiayin choked and paused, looking up at him, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "Do something for you."

"I don't need you to do anything for me," Shen Zhan touched her face with a finger, "I just want you to be well."

I don’t know if it’s the heartache or the emotional upheaval, tears overflowed from the corners of Lin Jiayin’s eyes and her lips trembled slightly, "But I want you to be fine too."

"I'm not bad." Shen Zhan's voice lowered.

Lin Jiayin grabbed his shoulder, "You lie."

...

After everything was over, Shen Zhan picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on her, then fished the cigarette and lighter on the table.

Lin Jiayin sat up, hugged him from behind, and pressed her face to his shoulder.

With a click, the smoke lit.

Shen Zhan took a sharp breath, then slowly spit it out after passing through the lungs.

"Are you angry?" Lin Jiayin asked.

"No." Shen Zhan shook the soot.

"Then what are you thinking?" Lin Jiayin asked again.

Shen Zhan put out the smoke and pulled her in his arms, "Let me see the wound."

"Nothing to look good. Not serious." Lin Jiayin said.

Under bright light, the red scratches contrast sharply with the tender skin.

Shen Zhan's chest became stuffy, and he said softly, "Don't do this stupid thing again next time."

"No." Lin Jiayin responded to him.

"You know Little Sun, I have experienced all of these things once, I am not afraid, and there is nothing to be afraid of. I look at you and I feel relieved, but tonight... When I see you fighting with someone desperately At that time, I was really, really scared."

"I'm good, I must be good, the kind of lively good, I won't go to Yan Wanping again, don't be afraid." Lin Jiayin looked at his eyes.

"Okay." Shen Zhan smiled.