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Qiuling lowered her head and smiled slightly, "That time it was because you were disobedient, but this time it won't happen."

"...Is it my fault for co-authoring?"

If Wen Yu had the energy, he would definitely be able to fight this cheeky woman for 1 rounds, but she was sleepy, really sleepy. With the amount of exercise you did up the mountain just now, even people who have taken stimulants should be sleepy by now.

In the end, she reluctantly got into Qiu Ling's bed, and then wrapped herself into a roll with the quilt, and curled up on the edge of the bed—this was her last way of stubbornness and protest.

Qiu Ling spread out her hands, and took out a quilt from the cabinet in a good manner.

"Turn off the lights."

Wen Yu felt that the other side of the bed had sunk, and with the crisp sound of the switch, the whole room was plunged into darkness.

After being deprived of vision by the darkness, her sense of hearing became sharper. She found that even though she was already lying on the edge of the bed, she could still clearly hear Qiuling's heavy and slow breathing behind her.

After listening to it for a long time, I felt that the voice seemed to be close to my ear, pulling out all the nerves that had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Wen Yu opened his eyes, moved his sore legs, and turned around to change into a comfortable position.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Wen Yu turned half of her body and froze. She didn't feel wrong just now. Qiu Ling was indeed sticking to her side. With the faint moonlight at this moment, she could even see the silent starlight in those enlarged eyes.

"You haven't slept yet?" Wen Yu asked.

"It's rare to stay with you, I want to stay longer." After falling asleep, Qiu Ling's time is over.

So she occasionally took up Song Qiulin's entire night. It used to be occasionally, but now it is often.

Qiuling has long realized that her own time is getting shorter and shorter, but she has begun to be nostalgic and greedy for the beauty of this world.

She never thinks about the question of "who am I", she has no roots, no real relatives, no social circle, and her network of relationships has only a simple line, with her at one end and Song Qiulin at the other end.

Wen Yu's eyes were complicated, he didn't speak, and Qiu Ling didn't move closer to her, but just stayed quietly and stared at her face.

"Today, you don't smell of that perfume on your body." Wen Yu said quietly.

Qiu Ling was taken aback, she didn't expect Wen Yu to notice this.

The reason why she wore perfume was because she wanted to distinguish herself from Song Qiulin by this strong smell, but since she discovered Wen Yu's undisguised disgust and hostility towards her last time, she didn't wear it this time.

She wanted to look like Song Qiulin, so that at least, in the last time she and Wen Yu spent together, there would no longer be only negative emotions.

"Because you don't like it."

The first time Qiuling realized Wen Yu's specialness was the day when she pretended to be "Qiu" and invited Wen Yu to a bar. It was the first time she had close contact with Wen Yu. The perfume made Wen Yu lose his calm and rationality, and Wen Yu in that state Yu also took away her breath and attention.

This strange attraction may be due to the subtle transfer of Song Qiulin's own emotions to her.

Qiuling has memories of what Song Qiulin experienced during the day. She watched how Song Qiulin gradually became acquainted with this weird little anchor on the Internet. she.

"..." Wen Yu looked away from Qiu Ling's gaze, lay flat on his body, and stared at the ceiling, "Is it my illusion, I always feel that you are not so... strange tonight."

"Really?" Qiuling asked back, her voice became so soft that the ending was barely audible.

She and Song Qiulin have always been in a state of complementarity. Usually, she is flamboyant, while Song Qiulin is restrained and dull. She will do things for Song Qiulin that she wants to do but dare not. However, since Song Qiulin met Wen Yu, it seems that something has been opened up. The context is general, and gradually began to actively reveal the emotions that were usually suppressed and hidden.

Song Qiulin began to understand what he wanted, what he wanted to fight for, and it seemed that... soon or he had already started to act.

Qiu Ling sighed from the bottom of her heart, her eyes lost focus, and soon there was no need for her to exist.

I'm really sorry.

"Maybe it's because I fulfilled my wish." It can also be said to be a last wish, the kind with double quotation marks.

Song Zhou's showdown during the day is probably the biggest contributor to her. Song Qiulin's father was never wary of his introverted and obedient second daughter, and even allowed her to come and go in and out of his study at will. Ling was different. She used the time of the past so many years to collect clues bit by bit, just waiting for one day to come in handy.

Song Zhou was the east wind she needed, and it came quickly and in time.

Wen Yu was still waiting for Qiu Ling's next words. After waiting for a long time, he found that the breathing of the people around him was getting longer and longer. When he looked sideways, he realized that the people had closed their eyes and fallen asleep.

"Woke me up and fell asleep?"

"..."

Wen Yu forgot to charge her phone at night, so there was no alarm clock to wake her up on time the next day. When she woke up naturally and saw the big sun rising high outside, her first reaction was to panic, thinking that she was late for class again.

Crackling was tossing in the toilet for a while, and when I was brushing my teeth in the mirror, I suddenly remembered that today is Sunday, so I don’t need to get up early, and then I was relieved, and I went back to the bed slowly. I just lay down and closed my eyes, and suddenly sit up.

This is not her home!

Also, why is Song Qiulin missing?

Wen Yu got up again, opened the door, and searched from upstairs to downstairs, but to no avail.

There was still Song Qiulin's mobile phone on the bedside table, she must have gone out.

"Song Qiulin?"

Of course there would be no response, otherwise Song Qiulin couldn't have been unaware of the big movement of her going up and down the stairs just now.

Wen Yu suddenly remembered something, walked lightly into the corridor, and finally stood in the last south-facing room.

The door was closed, Wen Yu tentatively put his hand on it and turned the handle, and it opened.

Song Qiulin was lying in front of the piano, with her head buried in her arms, her thin back bent, and her feet on the carpet without shoes. A person who calmly and methodically slowly ties his shoelaces.

"Song Qiulin?"

Song Qiulin's shoulders moved, but he didn't raise his head immediately. Wen Yu hesitated for a moment, then took a small step back, "You seem to be busy, I'll go out first..."

"Don't go." Song Qiulin stood up straight, and finally turned around. Wen Yu noticed her reddish eye sockets, and there were still tears hanging on her eyelashes that she hadn't had time to wipe off.

"Come here." Song Qiulin spoke again, her voice sounded calm, but it was choked with sobs and hoarse after venting her emotions crazily, and then she softened her voice, with a hint of pleading, "I want you to accompany me."

This sentence was exactly the same as what Qiuling said to Wen Ziyang in the video call last night. At that time, Wen Yu felt that she was acting and mocked her in her heart, but now it was Song Qiulin who made Wen Yu feel sad.

She pursed her lips tightly, walked over quickly, and hugged Song Qiulin who seemed extremely fragile at this moment, imitating Wen Ziyang's soft tone of comforting herself every time, and gently patted her on the head, "Okay, I Accompany you for as long as you want."

Song Qiulin kept the sitting posture, buried his face in Wen Yu's waist, his body trembled slightly, Wen Yu frowned, and patiently patted her on the back. This was the first time that he saw such a fragile body in this person. one side.

Song Qiulin at this time is like a helpless child, he only knows to hold on to the only warmth around him to keep his mind at ease.

Wen Yu felt uncomfortable but didn't know what else he could do besides these. The eloquent tongue that used to be useful when arguing with people in the past was useless in comforting people.

She only knew that no matter what Song Qiulin asked her to do, she would be willing, as long as she could stop being so sad.

"She brought you here." This sentence is not a question.

"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stay, it was..."

This house must be of great significance to Song Qiulin, as long as it is not invited by her as the owner, Wen Yu feels that any other way of breaking in is offensive to Song Qiulin.

"It's okay." Song Qiulin hugged Wen Yu tighter, "I want you to stay."

In the past, she was unwilling to admit that what Qiu Ling did was indeed what she wanted, but she hesitated to do it all the time.

Now that she has taken that step, she will use this footprint to continue walking down this road.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Wen Yu thought suddenly.

"I'm not hungry." Song Qiulin raised his head, his bloodless lips turned red at this time, and she must have been bitten hard by herself, she looked at Wen Yu with a somewhat dependent look, "I want to look at you like this now, Not going anywhere."

Wen Yu lowered his head and saw her wet eyes, his heart felt soft, and slowly lowered his head in a strange way, and kissed Song Qiulin's forehead lightly with his lips, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

There wasn't much she could do, she could only do her best to follow Song Qiulin's wishes.

Feeling the soft touch on his forehead, Song Qiulin was stunned for a moment, and then took a deep breath, his steady breath seemed to be broken by a stone, and the water surface began to be small and rapid.

When she realized it, she had already pulled Wen Yu into her arms, and probed to find the position of her lips. This time, Wen Yu didn't dodge or resist. The girl's lips were still the soft and sweet taste in her memory, making people addicted.

The brain was dazzled by a kind of excitement that had been accumulated for a long time and then suddenly burst out, making Song Qiulin's actions become eager and even a little reckless.

Wen Yu also quickly noticed that this kiss was different from the previous gentle kiss, as if to confirm the existence of something, Song Qiulin was obsessed with leaving traces and scents on her body.

His lips hurt a bit from being bitten, Wen Yu frowned, but he still didn't push away, instead stretched out his arms, wrapped them around Song Qiulin's neck, and stuck out his tongue to respond greenly.