starry night orchid

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't put it down because of the softness touched by his fingertips, and that kind of warmth made him want to absorb more.It wasn't the first time that he was so eager to get close. Rongrong's temperature always made him want to get closer, and he didn't want to leave every moment.

Slightly lowering his head, the woman's fragrant breath lingered on the tip of his nose, and it seemed to wrap around his heart.The firewood in the fire suddenly crackled and sparks burst out, Sikong Zhaoxing was startled, and touched his nose, feeling somewhat regretful.He stretched out his hand and turned the branch on which the fish was skewered on the fire to make it roast more evenly, and held Rong Rong with one hand to prevent her from slipping off his lap and hurting her.

The aroma of grilled fish gradually diffused, and then Sikong Zhaoxing gently pushed the girl in his arms to wake up, calling: "Rongrong?"

Rongrong suddenly woke up with a startled look, she was a little confused, and it took a while to wake up, she patted her face, and smiled at Sikong Zaixing.

Sikong Zhaixing found that his face was unbelievably hot, so he stood up and leaned over to the fire, and hid his blushing for no reason by looking at the few grilled fish.Little did he know that Rongrong was behind him, her face was also a little red.At that moment, Sikong Zhaixing's breath was blowing on her face, how could she not feel the temperature so close?I'm afraid that if he gets closer by an inch, she will not be able to help but open her eyes.Fortunately, he didn't notice...

This picnic in the countryside was a bit ambiguous, a bit overwhelmed, and the heartbeat was calm.Sikong Zaixing routinely told Rongrong to wait on the spot and clean up the mess by himself.

Rongrong sat aside, her eyes moved with his movements, and she slowly asked a sentence: "You used to say that you were too lazy to clean up the house, but every time you rushed to do things and asked me to rest. Did you, at that time It's just an excuse..." When she asked, she thought it was impossible, if it was an excuse, what was he doing for it?People like Sikong Zhaixing don't even bother to use excuses, do they?

Sikong Zhaixing also seemed to pause because of this sudden question, his hands moved slowly, as if he was thinking, and then he replied: "At that time, it was not an excuse, just thinking, maybe there are more people in the family. At least I won't have to reorganize it into a home every time I go back. But then..."

Sikong Zhaixing chuckled, turned around and squatted down in front of Rongrong, looking at her at her level: "gradually I found that as long as you are willing to stay in my home and admit that it is the home shared by you and me, as long as you can Smiling at me there...Rongrong, for me, this is very good."

Leaning forward slightly, Sikong Zaixing touched his forehead to Rongrong's: "Rongrong is fine as long as she does this, as long as she keeps me warm like this is enough."

"Sikong, you are afraid of being alone, you are afraid of loneliness, aren't you?" Rongrong's breath and his entanglement, such an intimate distance, she only saw the fleeting loneliness in his eyes.

"Before I had you, I didn't know what loneliness is, and I didn't know what could scare me in this world, but after I met you, yes, I began to understand and then fear loneliness. Rongrong, with you, how could I Get used to being alone again? How is it possible to give yourself a chance to think about whether you are lonely or not?" Sikong Zhaixing didn't need to think at all, because this was what he said in his heart.

The four eyes met, and Rongrong's heart was touched, and the position on her chest suddenly and softly carried warmth and tenderness.He raised his hands unconsciously, and lightly held Sikong Zhaixing's face with both hands, opening the distance between them a little. Then, his eyes swept over his face inch by inch, and subconsciously, his fingertips were also Slowly slid across his face.

From the center of the brows to the tip of the nose, from the forehead to the cheekbones, when her fingertips slipped to the corners of his lips, she finally couldn't help asking: "Why?"

That's right, he said it, because he is Sikong Zhaixing and she is Su Rongrong, this answer was enough, but gradually, she felt that it was not enough.She didn't know what else she wanted, but she wanted to hear him, no matter what he told her, she just hoped that his voice would always stay in her ears.

Sikong Zhaixing pulled down Rongrong's hand that was still resting on his cheek, and held it in his palm, kissed her palm lightly, then moved closer to her, and kissed her forehead lightly: "Rongrong, it's just you and me, this is not good ?"

Rongrong looked at him intently, and listened intently to his voice, every word was engraved in the bottom of her heart tenderly, lingering.This is his promise, it is his oath to her, he doesn't need to swear to the sky, Sikong Zhaixing will not break the promise, all the words are empty words, as long as she believes it is enough.

"Sikong, you always promise me, what can I give you?" Rongrong looked at his sincerity and firmness, the warmth came from the clasped hands, every inch was the temperature of ironing, but such How could she promise to give him warmth? Could she really do it?

"When I saw you for the first time, you were on the verge of death, but Rongrong, even then you were still smiling, and it made me feel warm. Rongrong, I have never seen such a Smile, I don't know what you've been through, you haven't said it, I haven't asked, but even so I know, you haven't forgotten it all these years."

Seeing Rongrong's evasive expression, Sikong Zhaixing held her hand slightly, although it wouldn't hurt her, but she had to turn her gaze back to her.

"Rongrong, since I brought you back, I know that you have something in your heart. I don't know how painful you were in the past, and I regret that we never met at that time. But Rongrong, it's different now, you have me." Sikong Zhaixing looked at her lovingly, "Rongrong, put those things down, I'm here. You can never mention those things for the rest of your life, and I don't care, because I don't want to know how much you have in the past that I didn't participate in. Love and hate, Rong Rong, I will be jealous."

Every word and every sentence of Sikong Zhaixing is serious: "I only want your future life, and I will participate in all of it. Rongrong, by my side, I will not let you get hurt, I won't make you sad, and I don't need you. What do you promise, I will treat you well, this is my decision, and I will do it."

"But you will make me cry..." The reproachful tone was slightly crying, but it was tenderness that could not be concealed.

"Then you can wipe all your tears on me as I apologize to you." Sikong Zhaixing actually laughed, let go of Rongrong's hand, stood up and patted his shoulder and chest, signaling Rongrong to be free.

Rongrong then stood up and leaned into his arms, buried her whole face in his arms, without hesitation or shyness, everything was natural, as it should be.

Sikong Zhaixing stretched out his arms to embrace her, wrapping her arms in his arms, that was a possessive gesture, Rongrong was his, and it could only be his.From the beginning to the present, this has been a fact that will never change throughout my life.

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