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After living together for a period of time, the two seem to gradually adapt to such a life.

Shen Zhifei would no longer be unable to sleep in the middle of the night, and Zhang Yao would no longer sleep so distinctly from Shen Zhifei. Many times she woke up in the morning and looked at Shen Zhifei's collarbone in a daze.

I don't understand how the two people who clearly kept themselves safe before going to bed embraced each other.

Both of them have relatively free working hours. Shen Zhifei doesn't go to the store every day, and Zhang Yao doesn't meet with clients every day. Most of the time they stay at home, drawing a manuscript and reading a book, or chopping vegetables and cooking together. meal.

On this day, Zhang Yao locked herself in the bedroom to draw as usual, and when she finished drawing, she saw that the sky outside the window was completely dark.

Shen Zhifei hadn't come back yet, so she picked up her phone and remembered that when she went out in the morning, Shen Zhifei had said that she had a party tonight, and she might come back later.

Zhang Yao was a little worried that it would not be more than nine o'clock later.

After thinking about it, he still took the key and prepared to go out to pick her up.

——Shen Zhifei sent her a location after arriving at the meeting place.

Zhang Yao closed the door with her backhand while calling out the navigation, but as soon as she went out, she was almost hit by a figure sticking at the door. She was so frightened that she took two steps back, her back pressed against the door panel.

The voice-activated light in the corridor broke down at some point. In the dark corridor, two breaths intertwined, one deep and the other shallow, and the smell of alcohol in the air gradually became thicker.

"It's... home." The woman said, her voice was slightly hoarse and sounded waxy.

She didn't seem to see Zhang Yao, she was looking for the fingerprint lock on her own, her feet were unsteady, her body leaned forward uncontrollably, and she was about to fall.

Zhang Yao could see the outline of the woman, and could smell her fragrance mixed with the smell of wine. When she poured it to her side, she reached out to pick it up almost instinctively.

Smelling the familiar scent, Shen Zhifei's tense body instantly relaxed, hooking her neck softly, but he couldn't bear to put all his weight on her, "Yaoyao..."

Shen Zhifei buried her head in her fragrant and soft hair, the tip of her nose rubbed against the skin of Zhang Yao's neck, her warm breath was sprayed on her neck, her mouth curled up and down, as if she had been aggrieved for a long time.

"Yaoyao."

She murmured again, as if she didn't want to get a response, she was just talking to herself.

"I'm here." Zhang Yao's body was slightly stiff, she stabilized Shen Zhifei's waist, turned around and opened the door.

Just as Zhang Yao turned on the light in the living room, there was a thrust from her shoulders, and she fell into the sofa unexpectedly.Zhang Yao raised her eyes to look at the person who was close at hand, and suddenly felt a strange tension in her heart.

The last time this kind of tension appeared was when she was anxiously waiting for Shen Zhifei's response when she confessed her confession many years ago.

Shen Zhifei propped one hand on the armrest of the sofa next to Zhang Yao's head, and lingered on her face with the other hand, carefully tracing the delicate face of his sweetheart.

Lowering her head, Shen Zhifei couldn't restrain herself, watching the face that she had sketched countless times in her dreams getting closer, the amorous expression in her eyebrows and eyes became particularly alluring.

The light fragrance finally reached her face, Zhang Yao seemed to hear the sound of her own sanity collapsing, the high wall in her heart that had been built with great difficulty was being gently dismantled brick by brick by Shen Zhifei.

She closed her eyes slightly, not daring to look at the watery light in Shen Zhifei's eyes.

Perhaps it was because she was too eager for the pair of light-colored lips in front of her eyes. When she stepped at the door, even Shen Zhifei, who had been drinking, felt a little cowardly. She almost held her breath, cautiously, as if she was reluctant to touch a rare treasure. .

"Yaoyao, I want...to kiss you, can I?"

The distance between the two was extremely close, and Shen Zhifei's lips almost brushed against Zhang Yao's during the conversation, and both of them shuddered at the same time for this long-lost touch.

Zhang Yao only raised her eyes and watched her quietly.

There is a stream of light in the eyes, a pair of pupils are like crystal clear amber, so beautiful, so beautiful.

Shen Zhifei was stunned.

These eyes are crystal clear, containing their own reflection cleanly.

Shen Zhifei received her permission, so the hand that was caressing her cheek earlier moved to the ear, gently pinched the full earlobe, and then moved it back, hiding it in the fine hair, allowing the hair to pass through the fingers.

Shen Zhifei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she offered her lips almost reverently.

Touching that soft moment, Shen Zhifei was so happy that she almost shed tears, but she held back, closed her eyes, a warm liquid flowed under her eyelids for a moment, and after a while, she was re-swallowed into her soul.

Zhang Yao's lips are cooler than hers, like jelly just taken out of the refrigerator in summer, soft and slippery, making people want to stop, just want to pick a few more times.

Breathing entangled, wrapped in a faint smell of wine, Zhang Yao opened her mouth slightly drowsily, trying to snatch a bit of oxygen from the suffocating heat, but something flexible penetrated her lips and teeth, making her unable to hold back tightly. He took off the sofa cover under his body to suppress the uncontrollable trembling.

The person in front of her didn't seem much better than her. Her tightly closed eyes, reddish eye ends, and long eyelashes were trembling, betraying her panic and nervousness.

Let go of the tormented sofa cover, Zhang Yao touched her chin, gently rubbed the skin, and finally hooked it on the back of her neck. kiss.

In less than [-] years of life, she has been in her shadow for nearly ten years.

Zhang Yao sighed in her heart.

Finally let her taste the taste of Shen Zhifei again, as sweet as before.

Zhang Yao never thought of herself as a crybaby, but at this moment she couldn't help but her eyes were hot.

Shen Zhifei had to drink a few drinks when talking about the project tonight, and Yao Wen usually helped her hold back the drinks, but tonight Yao Wen had a stomachache and went to the bathroom halfway, so Shen Zhifei was full of convenience.

At first, Shen Zhifei declined, but the other party was holding the next season's supply, and his attitude was not too much. It was a reasonable table etiquette, and it was not offensive. She couldn't refuse too hard, so she had to reluctantly accept it. The other party's toast.

After a few glasses of wine, the party was finally over, but Shen Zhifei felt dizzy when he got up.

Trying to stay rational, Yao Wen called a substitute driver for him, and Shen Zhifei pretended to be natural and stayed downstairs with the substitute driver.

The whole thing doesn't look like a drunk person.

It wasn't until he touched the familiar body temperature that Shen Zhifei dared to relax his tense nerves all the way, and let himself fall into that not-so-generous embrace.

Like a bird without feet, she finally found her own Neverland, where she can land with peace of mind, and there will be no more storms.

The first button snapped and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

The coolness poured into the neckline made Zhang Yao wake up in an instant. She grabbed the fabric of Shen Zhifei's shoulders until it wrinkled, and gently pushed her away.

Be sober, now is not the time.

"Shen Zhifei." Zhang Yao called her name coldly, let go of one hand and pressed it against her hot cheek, patting gently, "No."

The tone is soft, but there is a faint indisputability.

The moment the voice fell, Zhang Yao felt that the pressure on her body was relieved a lot. Shen Zhifei's face was so close that she could almost feel the breeze brought by the trembling eyelashes of the other party.

Zhang Yao moved her waist, only to feel that the clothes behind her were wet, she didn't know whether it was from nervousness or heat.

Shen Zhifei quietly and obediently withdrew his lips a little, panting unsteadily, the redness at the end of his eyes seemed to have dissipated a little, and he looked a little more weak.

"I miss you." Shen Zhifei muttered, raising his hand to clasp Zhang Yao's hand on his cheek.

The slightly cold, frail and boneless hand was tightly clenched in the palm.

Shen Zhifei had thought of her for many years, and had even made plans to miss her for the rest of his life.

Zhang Yao pursed her lips, stared at her face carefully through the hazy water, "I know."

She misses her too, very much.

The person on his body seemed to be very drunk, and he didn't listen to Zhang Yao at all, and he didn't give normal feedback.

She only lowered her head, but her target was not those red lips.

Shen Zhifei quietly buried her head into Zhang Yao's neck, her eyes pressed against her shoulders, and after a while, Zhang Yao felt the damp heat on her shoulders, which made her heart tremble.

He clumsily raised his hand to caress her thin back, and patted her from time to time, as if trying to comfort a lost child.

This person has always been so silent, even crying silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Zhifei seemed to have completely relaxed, but he still cared about the person under him, and fell softly between Zhang Yao and the back of the sofa.

It was obviously unrealistic for two people to lie on the width of the sofa, so Shen Zhifei had no choice but to hook Zhang Yao's waist and cling to her body.

It's getting hotter.

"Shen Zhifei?" Zhang Yao yelled again, almost out of breath, in order not to wake her up.

Shen Zhifei remained motionless, breathing long and steady, with a faint smell of alcohol.

She fell into a drowsy sleep, but she still remembered to hold Zhang Yao in her arms, and if Zhang Yao moved a little, she had to hug Zhang Yao tighter like a conditioned reflex.

You can't let her sleep in the living room all night, even if you turn on the air conditioner, it doesn't rule out the possibility of catching a cold.

Zhang Yao forcibly broke away from Shen Zhifei's shackles, and when she helped her up, she saw her biting her lips so that her lips turned white, and she also showed a very sad expression in her sleep.

So Zhang Yao had no choice but to put his hand into hers.

After catching something, Shen Zhifei's brows finally relaxed, and there was a little satisfaction between the brows.

Zhang Yao shook her head helplessly, dragged him up and walked to the bedroom, but there was a smile on her lips that she didn't even notice.

Touching the pillow, Shen Zhi unconsciously let go of Zhang Yao's hand, and curled up in a ball, with half of his face sunk into the pillow.

Zhang Yao turned on the bedside lamp, she knelt down on the spot without moving the stool, and looked at Shen Zhifei's eyebrows and eyes tenderly. The warm yellow light painted her with a faint edge, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in clouds and mist.

The fingertips slid from the brow bone to the chin, as if drawing a delicate portrait of beauty.

This is her Shen Zhifei, a lost and found gift at the age of 28.