Doomsday: Beauty is strong and miserable, she is glowing and crazy at the same time

The two of them were huddled together, and the warmth in the blanket made people feel warm.

Shan Xunxing noticed his unhappiness, leaned back, and raised his hand to caress the side of his neck.

"If you can't accept this, how can you talk about anything else in the future? Once people find out, someone will definitely remind you of these things in your ears."

Liang Tingzhu didn't say anything, he just lay in the crook of her neck, fearing that he would lose his grace as soon as he spoke.

"You will be bored, irritable, and minded. The more you think about it, the more worthless you will feel. You will inevitably think of my past and me..."

"I didn't." Liang Tingzhu suddenly interrupted her.

"You still said no." Shan Xunxing's collarbone turned red due to his disordered breathing: "You are in a very unstable mood right now."

"I don't have that..."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, and the conversation between the two was interrupted.

Shan Xunxing took back his hand and raised his voice: "Say"

"Xunxing, we have boiled hot water, do you want it?" Cheng Boring stood outside the door, holding a hand-warming cup in his hand.

When Liang Tingzhu heard this voice, what he wanted to say suddenly lost his voice, and the gentleness he had been holding on suddenly turned cold.

It's really annoying. A dead person left him with unsolvable troubles, and now there's another one who's obsessed with it. He's already said he's getting married, so why is he still so obsessed with it?

No, that's not right...

He forgot that Shan Xunxing's marriage had nothing to do with him. He was not the real husband.

Apart from being somewhat ambiguous, he has no identity.

Liang Tingzhu's heart tightened, and suddenly he no longer wanted to go through the process step by step.

Cheng Boring, who was outside the door, saw no one responded inside and said again: "It's very cold. Some hot water will make you feel better. All the clothes and quilts in your room are outside. Why don't you come out and get a few more."

More than half an hour had passed since Zhao Tian gave the man a change of clothes. They were changing clothes in the same room, but he never showed up...

Cheng Boring thought of some possibilities in his mind, his chest kept rising and falling to control his emotions, and at the same time he despised himself for his shameless actions.

On the sofa, Liang Tingzhu tightened his arms. Whether it was dead or outside the door, he felt particularly annoying now.

He tilted his head, his breath lingering on the side of Shan Xunxing's neck, and his tone was suppressed: "Do you want it?"

Shan Xunxing turned to look at the door and decided to send the person outside first. She responded calmly: "Take it back, I don't need it."

"Xunxing... I just want to give you some water. I have no other intentions."

Liang Tingzhu sneered, did Cheng Bor believe what he said? It was really just time to leave after refusing the first offer of water.

Shan Xunxing heard the voice behind him and opened his hand: "You should go out and calm down now."

"I won't leave." Liang Tingzhu relieved himself and put all his weight on her back. He pulled the blanket over their heads and said, "I want to be with you."

This posture was so awkward that Shan Xunxing felt that her whole body was twisted. She had never done such a strange move during dance practice.

Her skirt was stretched and messy. She moved her legs and tried to turn around, but to no avail.

Liang Tingzhu continued what he had just interrupted: "I didn't think about it that way, and I'm very calm now. It's not that I'm bored or that I don't mind. I'm just jealous why I wasn't the first to come."

He paused and emphasized: "Jealous as hell."

"I just want you to think clearly."

"You just have to figure it out on your own because you can't let go of those things yet."

He pulled down the collar of Shanxunxing and rubbed the back of her neck with his lips and teeth: "Look, you have been indulging me. If you don't want to, you can burn me to death now. You don't resist me at all. Your hesitation is Because you still have moral values.”

Shan Xunxing felt that her excitement seemed to be too much, and Liang Tingzhu was a little out of control now.

Her body trembled slightly and she moved forward to hide.

Liang Tingzhu squeezed into her bent knees and turned her over, facing him.

Shan Xunxing, freed from the awkward movement, fell into another dangerous movement. She lifted the blanket to fill the thin air and cool down the hot atmosphere.

This cross-collared dress really didn't require much fussing. When she turned it over, the collar completely fell apart.

Liang Tingzhu held up his arms. Looking from his angle, her heart could be seen clearly.

He lowered his eyes with deep eyes, not hiding his thoughts at all: "If I had known that Liang Xing had been separated from you for so long, I should have moved back to Qiu Feng Pavilion early."

Shanxunxing:...

She fell silent, and for the first time Liang Tingzhu said something unspeakable: "It couldn't be done at that time..."

Liang Tingzhu didn't ask why it couldn't work, it was just because she still had a sense of shame.

To Shan Xunxing, he was like a traveler stuck in a swamp. She was waiting to see whether he would stay further and accompany her in the quagmire, or whether he would choose to step back and save himself out of fear of hardship and filth.

Perhaps he had always pretended to be too much of a gentleman and gave her the wrong impression, so Shan Xunxing was hesitant.

Liang Tingzhu felt that he should show her the true face behind the pretense. There was no such thing as a humble gentleman. It was just because it was not important to him and was dispensable.

"It didn't work then, but can it work now?"

He grabbed her calf under the slit skirt and slowly moved it up along the white curve: "You said Cheng Boring kept asking, is it because he knew what would happen in the room? Otherwise, why would he ask again and again? disturb."

Hearing her short breathing, Liang Tingzhu said unscrupulously: "Maybe he needs to witness something substantial before he can retreat. Do you want me to help you? There is only a wooden door between us and him."

He unbuttoned two buttons: "And Liang Xing, I feel that he died too early. He should have seen us so closely intertwined, and then recognized the reality that he is no longer young, and see how I can bring you wantonness." Love in action."

"If I had liked you earlier, I would definitely move back to Qiu Feng Pavilion and replace you."

"you…"

For the first time, Liang Tingzhu exposed the extreme nature of his innate genes so intuitively. Those gentle and polite upbringings in the past were too confusing.

"You're worried that I won't be able to accept the difficulties in the future, aren't you? Shan Xunxing, I'm actually more limitless than you think. I want to do more to you than what those people will think about in the future."

He pulled off her somewhat loose belt and leaned down: "Even if there is no doomsday, as long as you and I are willing, I dare to do this. I have always got what I want."

The opened blanket allowed the cold air to return between the two of them, and the cold belt buckle pressed against his body, causing Shan Xunxing to shiver.

She bit the corner of her lower lip, pulled the blanket over, and lamented that dark fire can also burn away reason.

Liang Tingzhu kept pleading in her ears. She suspected that seawater might have entered her mind, otherwise why would she feel unspeakable excitement when she heard these words.

Shan Xunxing stretched out his hand to straighten his face, and the two looked at each other. It seemed that he had lost control, but his eyes were full of sobriety. He was staring at her now, waiting for a response before sinking together.

Her original plan was not so fast, but the brokenness he revealed under his force made her really unable to bear to blame him.

What's even more frightening is that she discovered that her threshold for dealing with some things can be so high...

Liang Tingzhu had been watching him, catching the desire expressed in her eyes, and her Adam's apple rolled.

Shan Xunxing was not a beautiful dead thing. Her vivid, depraved attitude was sultry and magnanimous, without any concealment, making him greedy for luxury and admiration.

"Can you just give me a little sweetness?" The fascination in him almost overflowed.

Breathing against each other, she replied: "A little."

After receiving permission, his tense body finally relaxed. He held Shan Xunxing's lower back with his hands and pressed her against him. His breaths were exchanged in the entanglement. He heard Shan Xunxing repeat vaguely: "A little bit."

A little was enough. He had thought he would be slapped a few times for saying those words.