she is guilty of loving you

In the dark night, only a little bit of bright moonlight penetrated into the places that the curtains could not cover, printing a faint brilliance on the ground.

The room was quiet, and after Jiang Yun finished talking about the past, the two fell into a strange silence.

If others look at it, it is a sweet scene of loving partners hugging and sleeping, but Jiang Yun knows it is not.

Although the man didn't speak, his hands were moving non-stop, gently, softly, his fingertips were slightly cool, but there was a scorching heat...

The thin clothes were lifted by her from the edge, her fingertips paused slightly, tapped lightly, and stopped at her waist and abdomen for a moment with some hesitation.

Jiang Yun couldn't bear it, and secretly took a deep breath, but she didn't stop the man's movement and let her do it.

Xu Qinrou didn't care whether she would stop her, she just wanted to do what she wanted to do, and wanted to touch those scars again.

In retrospect, she was actually a little silly. When she was scrubbing her body in the hospital, she saw scars of different shades.

But she only thought that the degree of injury was different, so there was a difference in color.

At that time, she didn't take a step further to think about it, but now she realizes that those light-colored scars are far-reaching.

It was the one she had never known, never seen, let alone give her a word of comfort...

Little Jiang Yun encountered the past.

She gently poked her hand inside, from the back of the waist, inch by inch, meticulously, slowly, only daring to touch the tender flesh of her fingertips.

She didn't know what she was afraid of. Obviously, these injuries had healed, but she was still afraid and distressed...

Uninterrupted stroking, unstoppable light touch, countless times of touching the ups and downs, at that moment the heart will be sharp and painful.

One ups and downs is the proof that Jiang Yun was hurt once. She took a deep breath to calm down the emotions that were about to surge, and there were endless movements on her fingertips.

Walking from the waist to the back shoulders, he finally stopped. At the last moment, the soreness in his eyes could not be stopped.

She quietly leaned against Jiang Yun's heart, her eyes and cheeks were hot and humid, and her breathing became heavier.

She is the one who wants to listen, she is the one who is sad after hearing it, and she is the one who is helpless.

She couldn't go to that time and space, take her away from those unspeakable past, and she couldn't even hug little Jiang Yun, comfort little Jiang Yun...

She can only do what she said before, love her as much, love her as much, give her as much love as she has, and it's okay to empty her whole body.

Thinking like this, the fingertips moved again, spreading from the back of the shoulder to the waist, as gently and slowly as before...

Jiang Yun was helpless, and following the man's movements, her breathing became a little heavier, her breath became even more rapid, and the emotion in her eyes deepened.

But the person in his arms didn't realize it, and was still moving unconsciously.

Although under such circumstances, she shouldn't have such thoughts, but she... She really lost her sense of proportion when she was touched by this person.

The hand on the quilt, clenched and loosened, repeated several times, finally suppressed those chaotic emotions.

Jiang Yun gently closed her eyes, then opened them again, the corners of her mouth curved helplessly, her voice was gentle, she wanted to break the shackles of this silence, and also wanted to stop those annoying "tortures".

"Well... just now those are all in the past, you... are you still angry?"

Unexpectedly, the person in his arms didn't reply to her, he was very quiet, and the movement of his hands also stopped.

Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, she knew that the man loved her past, and just about to say something to comfort her, she was stunned.

Xu Qinrou quickly left Jiang Yun's embrace, and she didn't know when she took off her pajamas completely.

Xia Tian's pajamas are already very fluffy, and the buttons on the front are even better than nothing. Maybe it's because Jiang Yun was disturbed by her previous actions.

She didn't realize that the button had already been unbuttoned by this person. At this moment, the whole pajamas was completely open in front of her, with only two sleeves hanging.

The pure black silk was printed with fair and delicate people. Although it was dark at night, Xu Qinrou could still see this scene clearly because he was close.

Jiang Yun, who was usually cold and calm, now had a rare flush on her face, looking at Xu Qinrou with a bit of panic in her eyes.

The contrast was too great, and Xu Qinrou suddenly lost her breathing when she saw it, but she didn't intend to give Jiang Yun another chance to escape, and she fell over.

On a summer night, it was extremely hot, even though the cool air in the room was still operating, but the feeling of suffocation and heat spread out between the two of them.

The arms were gently looped around, and they were clasped behind Jiang Yun's head. The soft and hot lips touched her neck lightly. For a moment, there was a bit of wetness that could not be ignored, and the tone was murmured...

"not angry……"

"Remember what I said just now?"

Jiang Yun was disturbed by her movements, her mind was in a trance, the uninterrupted heat and dampness of her neck was obvious, and her throat was slightly slippery.

"Say... what did you say?"

"As long as you don't hide it, you will love you a little more, if you are completely frank, then... love you completely..."

"So, now... I'm going to start fulfilling the promise I made just now..."

"Begin to love you..."

Jiang Yun didn't understand what she heard, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and just as she was about to say something, her lips were blocked by the fragrant heat.

On a summer night, it was very irritating, and the smell dissipated violently. The moist aroma spread in the space, bringing out waves of emotions that could not be concealed.

Have you ever seen summer duckweed?So who is the duckweed tonight?Who is carrying this central duckweed up and down?

What about the duckweed in summer, the water waves gently rippling, and the dripping waves form circles of ripples, holding the duckweed in the center of the pool, ups and downs.

Infected by the hot steam, the steamed two people were covered with fine, crystal-clear beads of sweat, wet, and wherever their fingertips passed, there were traces of cool water.

The duckweed is also covered with water from the pool, dripping water from the edge, moist and moist, and after a while, the water stains the whole body of the duckweed.

Probably it was too hot, and I couldn't bear the scorching heat. In order to relieve the dryness, I spontaneously dipped my fingertips into the pool water, looking for a coolness.

Afraid that his movements would disturb the duckweed, he tapped his fingertips lightly to test the water source on the duckweed, grasping and twirling slowly, with slow movements.

The movement is not big, but the water ripples around the duckweed, and the duckweed is pulled back.

The fingertips that had just obtained benefits were not willing to lose this moist and cool, and chased after the direction where the duckweed retreated, and groped again, which was also a no-nonsense relationship.

The sound of water bursts, covering duckweed all over the body, and the water is flowing gently and slowly, exuding the unique "duckweed" fragrance.

Duckweed is duckweed, and the overflowing water is also duckweed water. Lift your fingertips, slightly open your lips, stick out your tongue, and take a shallow sip.

The taste is the unique saltiness of summer... and the unique coolness of this dryness.

After a long time, the air was filled with an intoxicating atmosphere. The two of them were already wet and breathing heavily, which was especially obvious in the silent night.

The duckweed is lightly changed, and the fingertips are also moved. It is another person exploring the coolness that belongs to him alone.