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When she was in school, Ye Zhen's favorite thing to do was to play with Lu Licheng's fingers while reading.Lu Licheng's palm was large, his fingers were long and strong, and his nails were very smooth.

Touching from the fingertips, sliding down the crevice of the fingers, interlocking the fingers.

The flesh on the back of his hands is very little, and the blue veins are slightly raised. They are a pair of very manly hands.And Ye Zhen's hands are not like hers at all, not only are there flesh, but there are even small shallow dimples at the base of the fingers, fortunately the bones are relatively small, so they can be called slender fingers.

At this moment, Lu Licheng's big hand pressed hers to his chest, and Ye Zhen stared at his collar, not daring to breathe.

His hands covered the back of hers, and she could feel the roughness of his palms.

It feels so familiar.

She closed her eyes.

He grabbed her very hard. After she struggled hard, he pinched her fingers so hard that her fingers turned red. He didn't know if he was drunk or not, so he didn't say a word.

"Lu Licheng." After a while, she finally couldn't help it, and wanted to get out, but was dragged by him and couldn't move.

"Boss Lu." She frowned.

Lu Licheng's hand clenched even tighter.

Ye Zhen suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

what is this?

An old love that hasn't been seen in ten years is ushering in a second spring?

Or is Mr. Lu eating too much delicacies from mountains and seas and wanting to turn back?

No matter which one it is, no matter how reluctant it is, the past is still the past after all...

"Let go." She pretended to be calm and said, "You're drunk, I'll make you some tea."

She stood up from the ground and gently opened his fingers.

He didn't force her to move, and a pair of deep eyes stared at her tightly.Under his gaze, she broke free smoothly and ran into the kitchen almost as if fleeing.

After turning on the water dispenser, she tremblingly went to open the closet door.

The back of the hand is red, which is the mark left by Lu Licheng.She gently covered it with her left hand, it was scorching hot, she blinked her eyes carefully, tears still hopelessly wanted to fall out.

She sniffed to force away the tears, took out the teacup and started to make tea.

Lu Licheng has always liked to drink coffee, but she has already given it up. Even her living habits have become different from his.

He was carefully pouring tea into the glass, but suddenly someone hugged him from behind, and the tea spilled over the table.

"Lu..." As soon as she opened her mouth, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, meeting his eyes directly, followed by overwhelming heat.She froze for a moment, the touch and breath from her lips made her dare not breathe.

She couldn't close her eyes, as soon as she closed her eyes, the tears couldn't stop flowing out, so she just stood there blankly, looking at him helplessly.His lips, his eyebrows, his hair, his eyelashes, the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body confused her mind and made her unable to resist.

The man took the tea bag from her hand and clasped her hands on the table.

When she reacted, she reflexively wanted to escape, but behind her was a waist-high platform, there was no way to retreat, her upper body kept leaning back, but she still couldn't escape his pursuit.

The four eyes met, and in his eyes was the despair she had never seen before.She suddenly realized something soberly, struggling to push him away, her hands broke free from his shackles, and pressed against his chest, but she couldn't use any strength, instead, she was pressed into his arms by him, and the back of her head was pressed down with his big hands, Don't give her a chance to escape.

"Close your eyes, Zhenzhen." He said hoarsely, "Be good."

Then, unable to resist her resistance, he robbed her of all her breath.

Ye Zhen felt like a fish out of the water. She had difficulty breathing and her whole body was dry and hot. She was exposed to the scorching sun from the depths of the sea. Every place his fingers touched was so hot that she couldn't control it.

His fingers brushed her cheeks, and walked behind her along the neck.

Because she was attending a banquet, she wore a long red dress with open back and slits. She had been taking care of him for so long after entering the door, and she never had time to change it out.

One of his hands is controlling her head, and the other is walking on her back, no matter how much she resists and counterattacks, he will not let go, and wholeheartedly invades her world.

Ah.

Ye Zhen smiled bitterly in her heart.

She clearly wanted to resist, and it was something that could be solved with a single bite, but she couldn't bear it.

What a worthless person, in his thirties, but facing his feelings like a teenager, wishing he could hold his heart in his hands and give it to him.

There is a voice in my heart that says, you will never repent.

Yes, unrepentant.She mocked herself coldly.

Isn't love a knife?You love him, so you are willing to hand him the knife and let him stab you, dripping with blood, but you say that your heart has been given, and you have no regrets in this life.

She finally lost the strength to toss, and slowly covered his cheek.

The person is not thin, and the immaturity of a teenager has faded away, and he is completely a mature man. Just like Helen said, he takes good care of himself.

You see, isn't he doing pretty well without her?

So, what does this meeting, this night, mean to him?

Lu Licheng seemed to have noticed that her movements had softened, and the hand controlling her gradually relaxed, his lips parted slightly, and he helped her lift up the shoulder strap that had slipped from the entanglement, but he was surprised to find that she was crying.

"Zhenzhen," he wiped her cheek with his hand, "how much do you hate me? I cried three or four times in less than half a day." He picked up a teardrop with his fingertips, "How many tears do you have? I didn't see it?"

Ye Zhen looked up at him, watched him sip the drop of water into her mouth, and then sighed: "It's been so much, but it's still salty."

His eyebrows looked at her softly, reminding her of the boy who stood downstairs in her dormitory many years ago, wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a book, standing quietly among the fallen flowers and looking at her.

So she didn't know which nerve was touched, her tears seemed to be opened, she pushed him away, wiped her face with both hands indiscriminately, but wiped more and more, finally squatted on the ground and cried loudly .

Lu Licheng was pushed and staggered, and then found that she was crying for selfishness, standing there at a loss, not knowing what to do.After hesitating for a while, he finally took off his coat, squatted down, wrapped her in the clothes, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

With a place to rely on, she cried even more fascinated, as if she wanted to cry back all the debts she owed for ten years, she put her arms around his neck, crying like a small animal.

Lu Licheng patted her on the back and said in a low voice, "It's good to cry, don't hold back, be good." He put a hand in front of her, "If you don't feel relieved, here, just bite."

She was not polite, grabbed the big hand and bit it in the direction of the tiger's mouth. She put it down before she moved her mouth, rubbed it lightly, and continued to bite on the meaty part on the outside of the palm.

Lu Licheng could feel her teeth biting against his hand, but there was no blood or pain.When she let go, she wiped his hand with her big red eyes and cursed in a low voice: "Lu Licheng, you're a bastard!"

"Well," he replied, "I am."

"Bastard!" she repeated, looking up and gnashing her teeth.

Lu Licheng nodded: "You're right, I agree, I agree with both hands." He held her back with his backhand, "Then why didn't you bite it?"

"It hurts," she replied.

"It doesn't hurt." He smiled and shook his head.

"I hurt." She looked into his eyes and said, "My heart...it hurts so much, Lu Licheng..."

Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto his hands, each drop made him ache like needle pricks.He wiped away the tears from her face, wiped off her mascara, and kissed her face.

"Never again..." he said.

As if in a dream, he lifted Ye Zhen's chin, she raised her face slightly, and the two of them were crowded in the narrow kitchen, kissing passionately.

The suit jacket fell to the ground at some point, his wine had woken up at some point, her clothes slipped off at some point, the kiss became intense and long, with a long-lost sweetness and strangeness, but Really exciting.

Lu Licheng picked her up horizontally, strode into the living room, threw her on the carpet, and then pushed the coffee table away to make a large space for the two of them.

Ye Zhen wanted to speak in a daze, but she didn't know what to say.

There are too many things she wants to ask.

For example, how he has been in the past few years.

For example, what is the girl Amanda that Helen said.

For example, when will he go back to Shanghai.

For example... this time, can he... stay...

Ye Zhen was stung by the last thought, and her whole body shrank.

Yes, he is leaving.The city tens of thousands of kilometers away is where he belongs.

So this time, what is it?

What is Beijing to him?

What is she?

Lu Licheng rudely unbuttoned his tie and shirt. When he lowered his head, he found that the people on the ground were lying on their sides and curled up together, looking uneasily at some corner.

"Zhenzhen?" His voice was hoarse.

"Lu Licheng..." Ye Zhen turned her eyes to look at him, tears still filled her eyes, but she was smiling, somewhat charming and graceful, and asked him softly: "What are we like this? Lover? Bed partner? Or... ..." She sneered, "Or, I'm just an unforgettable memory for you...that's all?"

Lu Licheng had never seen Ye Zhen like this.

Ten years had honed her into an independent woman, and her career as a lawyer had made her used to speaking sharply. At this moment, when this question was thrown out, his drunken nerves were a little overwhelmed. He was about to answer, but he heard her speak again.

"I can accompany you this night, but from now on, don't show up in Beijing again, and don't let me see you again, okay?" Ye Zhen asked him half-standing up, the lingering just now made her clothes all shattered. Fading, this action made his thinking even more sluggish.

"Are you okay?" She asked him almost in a coaxing tone.

Lu Licheng looked at her, and very slowly raised his hand to fasten the buttons, one by one, slowly, and then, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Not good." He said, "Let me ask you, Zhenzhen, if I don't show up from now on, will you be happy?"

"I've lived without you for ten years, how many more years?" Ye Zhen said calmly and indifferently.

"I understand." He fixed her clothes for her, and stared into her eyes: "but I won't stop here."

"I've let you go once, how can I let you go a second time."

He got up and went to the bathroom, leaving her sitting on the carpet alone.

The living room was messed up, the sofa and coffee table were not where they should be, and clothes and shoes were scattered all over the place.

She clearly realized what she heard just now, so she bit her lip until the bright red blood came out, and she gently wiped it away with her fingers.

Ye Zhen, admit it, you still love him at all.

You see, hurting yourself is much easier than hurting him, isn't it?

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