Death Spell

Chapter 102

The voice kept hovering to the side, making Tang Song frowned unconsciously.I was already depressed because of a cold, and I didn't expect that after listening to that voice for a long time, I became more and more restless and anxious.But Tang Song knew in his heart that these may be hallucinations caused by drugs.

drug?

It's just an ordinary cold medicine, how could it make her so uneasy?

Tang Song opened his eyes and looked around. The room was slightly illuminated by the neon lights outside, but it was not completely dark. Looking out the window for a long time, he didn't hear the sound of the wind chime again.

Is it a dream?

She moved her body a little, but found that Anya's right arm was under her neck, and her left hand gently wrapped around her waist, drawing a vague outline in the dimness.

Did she sleep?

Tang Song wanted to turn over to see what happened, but he was reluctant to turn over, so he just lay there quietly, letting Anya hug him.

Even so, Tang and Song realized that Anya was full of love.Her arms were bent, and the embrace around her was so wide that she was afraid that she would not be able to sleep well if it was pressed down, but it fit so well, as if it was tailor-made to accommodate her entire body in her embrace, and could not accommodate anything else.

Tang and Song lamented the beauty of the woman behind him, thinking about the mystery in her eyes, every frown and smile on weekdays, even if this dark night hides everything about her, it can't hide the faint fragrance of her body.

Anya stuck herself so close that she could even clearly feel the breath exhaled from Anya's nose, her breathing was so steady, she seemed to be asleep.

It's just that Tang Song couldn't stand being hugged and clinging to Anya all the time, his body was very hot.She raised her hand to her forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat dripping down from her forehead to her neck, feeling a little slippery.

It seems that every cell in the body is sweating, as if standing under the scorching sun, or in a steamer, you can only gasp for breath, as if you will suffocate to death at any time.

Tang Song couldn't control those wild thoughts that couldn't stop the car, and could only surrender in the end. After all, no matter how hard she struggled, how she diverted her thoughts, she would always find an entry point and return to that woman.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she only knew that her body was so dry that she couldn't continue to lie down, she moved slightly, and when she saw the figure behind her falling asleep peacefully, she took Anya's hand away and got out of bed by herself.

Fortunately, it's my own home, so I don't need to turn on the lights to know where to put what.Tang Song came to the living room lightly, poured a glass of water and drank it. The water seemed to have fallen into the desert, and it didn't work at all. Instead, it became more and more thirsty.His body was dripping with sweat, Tang Song didn't want to wake Anya up, so he went to Tang Qing's room to take a bath.Tang Song turned on the light in the bathroom, raised her hand and quickly took off her pajamas, coiled her long hair casually, turned on the faucet, and stood directly under the shower before the water heated up.

The water at the beginning was so cold that it felt a little bit biting.

However, Tang Song needs this kind of bitterness to refresh his mind at this time, and feels that the water temperature is slowly warming up, but Tang Song turns the faucet aside to prevent it from getting hot, because her body is already hot enough, and she wants to get rid of that kind of water temperature. Depressed torment.

The water flowed along her delicate cheeks, crossed her collarbone, and slowly fell from her slender legs, all the way to her toes.

Tang Song closed his eyes and wiped it on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and let out a breath, as if he was reborn after drowning, and raised his hand to turn off the water.

She took out a bath towel to dry her body, and after she felt refreshed for a while, she realized that her previous pajamas were already wet with sweat, and Tang Qing's room didn't have pajamas that fit her at all.Thinking that Anya was still in the room, she pursed her lips, wrapped a bath towel around her chest, and returned to the room barefoot and silently. Just as she was about to open the closet to get her pajamas, the bedside lamp suddenly turned on.

Tang Song was taken aback, but at his own home, he looked at Anya like a thief.

I saw the woman on the bed, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled faintly.

"Did it bother you?" Tang Song reacted, took out his pajamas from the closet, and said softly.

Anya shook her head: "I just rested my mind and didn't sleep. I thought you were just thirsty to drink water, but I didn't expect it to take so long. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because of the medicine. I sweated a lot and went to take a shower." Tang Song saw Anya woke up, so he just changed his clothes, and now he was wrapped in a bath towel, and wanted to take his pajamas. In the bathroom, when the figure walked by the edge of the bed, An Ya got up and took her hand.

Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Tang Song from head to toe with just one glance.Under the brown bath towel, there were straight and slender legs. He held Tang Song's arm, wiped it lightly, and frowned, "Take a cold shower?"

Tang Song lowered his eyebrows, still holding the pajamas in his hand, and nodded without denying: "It's too hot, and it's quite comfortable to wash in cold water. It's like winter swimming, which helps your immune system."

"There are a lot of fallacies." Although Anya blamed her, her tone was very gentle, and she didn't let go of the strength in her hands. She reminded: "But you are sick, and you still need cold water. Aren't you afraid that the cold will be more serious?"

Anya was kneeling and sitting on the edge of the bed at this moment, she was a little shorter than Tang Song, so she kept raising her eyebrows to look at her.

Tang Song didn't want to look at Anya because she was afraid.Just being watched by her, those thoughts that had just stopped came out again. If I looked back at her, I didn't even dare to think deeply, and the hand holding the pajamas tightened a little bit.

It's just that she didn't know that the evasion and anxiety shown at this time were so attractive in Anya's eyes.

Tang Song lowered his head, his long wet hair fell on one shoulder, and a drop of water slipped across his shoulder and seeped into the bath towel, exquisite and translucent.Her eyes drifted away, as if she was looking at everything wrong, and she was uneasy.

"I... I just don't want to think about it, I want to be clearer." Tang Song finally murmured the answer.

Anya asked her softly: "What are you thinking?"

Tang Song stood where he was, his dark eyes tangled for a few seconds, and finally met Anya's gaze.Just watching, the heartbeat became irregular, and the brows frowned unconsciously: "I... I don't know what's wrong with me, it's not right to look at you."

Anya said "Huh?" She didn't know what was wrong.

"That's...that's..." Tang Song looked at Anya who seemed to understand, not knowing whether she really didn't understand or pretended not to understand.Those who want to get close to her, Tang Song can't say it.But with the scorching heat in his eyes and the restless heartbeat, Tang Song pursed his lower lip, leaned over, leaned over and kissed the woman's lips lightly.

It seemed that this answered all her questions.

Anya was stunned.

This is the first time that Tang and Song Chang took the initiative to kiss someone at such a young age.After touching that touch of coolness, Tang Song instantly realized what he had done, blushing almost made her feel ashamed, wishing to find a hole in the ground right away and just burrow in like this.

He wanted to retreat immediately, but the next second, Anya held her in his arms.

"You kissed me, do you want to run away again?" Anya hugged her tenderly and asked in a low voice.

Tang Song felt that the defense line in her heart collapsed completely because of Anya's hug, and the desires that had been accumulated for a long time swarmed out, occupying all her reason.

The woman's embrace is so sweet and soft, the cold body temperature, and the faint fragrance, all those troublesome heat and anxiety are swept away. Just snuggling like this makes Tang Song greedy.

She uncontrollably pressed her head against Anya's shoulder, and slowly rubbed it against her neck. The closer she got, the more comfortable she became. She raised her hand naturally, and hugged Anya back.

"Don't run, don't run, it's so comfortable to hold like this." Tang Song's voice was lazy and intoxicating.

Anya was surprised by Tang Song's response, she knew that the woman in her arms was her sweetheart.She has been thinking about the person she will meet again day and night.

She is here at this moment.

But every time she wants to get close to the person in front of her, Anya will think of Ban Nuo's fate, forcing Anya to discipline herself and not get too close to her.Because Anya was afraid, she was afraid that at that moment she would kill her uncontrollably...

Recalling Xuan Luo's words, Anya's inner line of defense was slightly relaxed.

Is it really possible?

Anya closed her eyes, felt Tang Song's every heartbeat, every breath, and smelled the faint fragrance of her body.Anya felt that she had endured long enough that even God couldn't get rid of a feeling.

What's more, is it her?

Anya opened her eyes, but she couldn't see the faint blue in her eyes. She raised her head slightly and kissed the black hair of Tang and Song Dynasties falling on her lips. She moved along the hair and kissed lightly.

"Tang Song..."

Because Tang Song was in An Yala's arms, he could only kneel and sit on the bed. Following Anya's gentle call and her light and shallow movements, Tang Song closed his eyes and felt the woman's cold lips bit by bit. Falling down, when Tang Song touched Anya's cold and soft lips, Tang Song seemed to have eaten honey. She was no longer satisfied with this, and opened her lips to welcome the fragrance of the other party.

After being recognized, Anya deepened the kiss, and raised her hand to Tang Song's soft and boneless waist, feeling the woman tremble slightly in her arms, and the corners of Anya's mouth curled up slightly.The other hand touched the skin on her neck, gently rubbing back and forth, and fixed her in his arms.

Under the palm is Tang Song's warm and smooth skin, but the temperature is gradually rising.

After a long and lingering kiss, her lips moved up along the sideline of Tang Song's neck, and with Tang Song's gradually heavier breathing, they moved bit by bit to the small and soft earlobe, where there was a messy air. With broken hair, Anya raised her hand, helped Tang Song pin the broken hair behind her ears, and kissed gently on the ear.

Under this kind of light kiss, Tang Song trembled all over, a blush appeared on his face, and he regained some sense of reason.But even if he regained his sanity, he couldn't resist Anya's gentle caress.

The rationality that had just come back disappeared immediately, and then sank deeper.

Feeling empty and cold all over her body, Tang Song wanted to raise her hand to touch the bath towel, only to realize that her bath towel had been rubbed to a corner by Anya at some point.

Being puzzled, An Yaping put him on the bed again, and opened his eyes to find something to cover him, but he was attracted by the blue color in An Ya's eyes.But thinking that he didn't have any cover at this time, Tang Song blushed and his heart was beating so badly, the corners of his eyes swept over the quilt, and he wanted to reach out to take it, but his hand was grabbed.

An Ya was condescending, looked at her carefully, held that restless hand to her lips, kissed lightly, and narrowed her beautiful eyebrows: "Would you like pajamas or a quilt?"

When she looked at her sapphire-like eyes, Tang Song was completely bewildered.