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The sky is gradually brightening, and the blue sky with crab shells begins to smudge with the white sunrise. This is a sunny day with fresh air, and it is the best ray of sunshine in early winter.

After six o'clock, the whole world seems to have just begun.

Shen Zhao drove the car on the empty road, and took the sick Song Ling to the villa.

Along the way, no one spoke a word first.Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the villa yard.

Song Ling got out of the car and didn't go into the house. She stood at the door and waited for Shen Zhao. When Shen Zhao stopped the car, she took the bag and got out of the car. The moment she got out of the car, she raised her eyes and looked at her, and was stunned for a moment.

Maybe it's because of a whole night of tossing, her complexion is not very good? Look, it is not as rosy as when she had a fever last night, but a little weak and pale.

Shen Zhao softened his heart slightly, and said, "Take the medicine first, and go to sleep."

Song Ling lowered her eyes and hummed, because she leaned on the car seat and squinted for a while, her hair was a little messy, and the moment she lowered her head to answer her, she was actually a little pitiful.

Seeing Song Ling with that appearance, Shen Zhao wanted to speak again, but in the end he just curled up his lips and said nothing, turned around and stepped into the room.

Throughout the night, Song Ling fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, and Shen Zhao had to observe her infusion bag all the time, so he hardly closed his eyes all night. The moment he entered the room, the heat came on, and he felt a little tired.

There was still the porridge that Song Ling cooked last night in the kitchen pot, which had been kept warm. In order for Song Ling to take the medicine, Shen Zhao filled two bowls and boiled some eggs. After the two of them finished eating, they cleaned up and went upstairs.

Song Ling went to the bathroom, and Shen Zhao stood in front of the bed in the room, tidying the bedding, and made an appointment in advance to use the warm quilt dryer, when the phone in the bag beside the bed suddenly vibrated, Shen Zhao was slightly stunned, turned around and picked up the phone, it was Song Ling's phone The screen showed that the incoming call was Ji Mingshu.

It was almost eight o'clock, and Ji Mingshu probably didn't know that Song Ling was sick.

Shen Zhao turned his head to look at the closed bathroom door, hesitated, and connected the phone.

"Hey."

On the other end of the phone, Ji Mingshu heard a familiar voice, and was stunned for a moment. He took the phone away and looked at the number on the screen. After confirming that it was correct, he yelled, "Miss Shen."

Shen Zhao: "Song Ling feels a little uncomfortable, she won't go to work today."

Without hesitation, Ji Mingshu maintained his usual senior assistant behavior, and said respectfully, "Yes, Miss Shen."

Hang up the phone, Song Linggang came out of the bathroom, looked up and saw Shen Zhao standing by the bed, Shen Zhao held a mobile phone in his hand, looked up and saw her, was stunned for a moment, and explained: "Ji Mingshu called, we I told you that you are not feeling well, so I won’t go to work today.”

Song Ling gave a low hum, and then asked, "Did you say anything else?"

Shen Zhao lightly shook his head and said no, Song Ling responded, "?."

In the silent room, no one spoke again, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment. Shen Zhao put down the phone and said softly, "The quilt needs to be dried for a while. I'm going out first. You can sleep."

After Shen Zhao finished speaking, he quickly raised his foot and was about to leave. When he walked in front of Song Ling, Song Ling suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and shouted softly, "A Zhao..."

Shen Zhao was dragged to a stop by her, and a soft low voice came from his ear: "Can you please don't go, I can't sleep alone."

Shen Zhao lightly clenched her palms, her heart was pounding nervously, and she didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at the people next to her. She clenched her palms tightly and said nervously: "You are sick and need to rest." After finishing speaking Breaking free from her hand, she fled out of the room.

After closing the door in a panic, Shen Zhao stopped outside the door, his heart was pounding, and it seemed that even his breathing became disordered.

Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind, Shen Zhao pushed open the door of the next room. This was the side sleeper that Song Ling gave her to live in, but she didn't live in it a few times from the beginning to the end.

Walking into the room, there is still a faint familiar atmosphere in the room. The bed is fully furnished, and it is still the same as before, and the things at the head of the bed have not been touched.

It can be seen that someone has been cleaning here.

Shen Zhao walked to the bed, raised his hand and opened the door of the bedside cabinet, and saw that it was full of clothes, he was stunned for a moment.

These are the clothes she didn't take away four years ago.

Things can save a lot of memories for people. The moment Shen Zhao saw those clothes, all those memories from the past flooded up all at once. Every piece of clothes seems to be able to recall what happened in the past.

It's been a long time, but it still seems like yesterday.

The past cannot be recalled, and what comes to mind again is the long-lost bitterness.

Perhaps, there is no hatred for a long time, and all that is left is to let go.

Putting on his clothes, Shen Zhao went into the bathroom to wash away the exhaustion and running around all night, including the sleepiness. When he came out, Shen Zhao was suddenly not sleepy.

Wearing a suspender skirt with only a waistcoat on her shoulders, her hair was damp behind her back, the coolness made her sober, reminding her all the time what she should do.

The mobile phone and bag were still outside. Shen Zhao was about to go out. Just as she opened the door, there was a man standing beside the door. She was startled. Song Ling turned around and faced her. She stood here and waited for a long time.

Shen Zhao stood there holding the door in a daze, slightly raised his head to look at her, and Song Ling also looked at her with frowned eyebrows, because of illness, his eyes were cloudy and tired, paranoid and firm.

Song Ling strode forward, Shen Zhao tightly grasped the doorknob to prevent people from entering, Song Ling raised her eyes, her brows were scarlet and muddy, she squeezed her whole body in with clasped wrists, and pushed her against the door.

Shen Zhao leaned against the door, her long damp hair hanging down her back, the coldness made her tremble all over.He raised his head to look at her with shortness of breath, pressed his lips tightly together, and didn't say a word.

Song Ling stared at the face she had been thinking about day and night, the firmness and stubbornness in her eyes were still the same as before.

Shen Zhao clenched his palms tightly, subconsciously wanting to struggle, Song Ling held her face with both hands, and whispered softly on her lips: "Don't push me away again,? No?"

Shen Zhao's fingers trembled and did not relax, the surroundings were filled with the aroma of the shower gel she had just bathed in, her mind was in chaos, without any thoughts.She admitted that at this moment, she was nervous, even more frightened, and even her breathing trembled.

She was afraid that if she did it all over again, she still couldn't escape.

The lips were in front of her eyes, Song Ling pressed her head to kiss her lips, licked deeply, and rubbed her lips and teeth.

Apart from love and hate, every skin and breath of the person in front of me is familiar.

The moment they touch, they are on fire.

Song Ling let go of her, pressed against her forehead, and put one knee between her knees. Shen Zhao was paralyzed and had no strength, relying on Song Ling to support her.

Lust and desire confused her mind, just like when she was sinking, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't push her away.

She rationally told herself that she should leave her, but every time she approached, it would still stir up waves in her heart.

She hates herself like this.

Shen Zhao stretched out his hand to push her away, avoiding the breath, panting anxiously: "Don't come over!"

Song Ling stared at her profile, she knew that Azhao was worried about her, and even loved her, but she didn't want to admit it.

"You love me, Ah Zhao, you love me." Song Ling said firmly.

Shen Zhao felt sour sadness in his heart, his eyes were blurred for a moment, yes, she loves her, after going through those things, she still loves her...

Song Ling walked towards her slowly, step by step, gradually forcing her to nowhere to retreat.

She fixed her face and said slowly: "Ah Zhao, don't reject me, and don't lie to yourself, you love me clearly."

Shen Zhao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and vented her tears. She cried and roared, "Yes, I can't forget you! It's been four years, and I've never forgotten you! Song Ling, aren't you very proud! "

Listening to her voice, Song Ling felt a soreness in her throat. She looked down at her tear-stained face, held it in her hands, lowered her head and kissed it dry slowly, swallowing all her sorrows one by one, and finally fell on her. On her lips, Song Ling spoke softly, with a tear in her voice, "I'm not very proud, I just feel distressed."

Kissing her lips again, Shen Zhao sobbed and trembled uncontrollably, she hated this person, but had to love this person, such entanglement of love and hate was about to swallow her to death.

Maybe don't worry about anything anymore, if it is destined to be destroyed, it is better to go earlier, she is almost unable to bear such entanglement.

Song Ling embraced her, kissed her, and entangled with her.

They are too familiar with each other, even after four years, this body is still flammable.

Song Ling longed for her, all the sensitivity deep in her body was firmly engraved deep in her blood.

Shen Zhao was lying on the bed, looking up at the person above her head, tears blurred her vision and her heart.

Song Ling put her hands on top of her, looking at the sad and hopeless person in her arms, she lowered her head to kiss her in distress, and said with a sob: "Don't cry, Ah Zhao, don't cry..."

Whenever her Ah Zhao cries, her heart hurts.

The surrounding temperature is slowly rising, there is no ambiguity, no flirting, everything is obviously out of date, but it seems to be a matter of course.

Song Ling kissed every part of her body over and over again, each kiss went deep into the bone marrow, representing the love she carved into her life.

It is a tacit understanding deep in the body that has not been seen for a long time.

Shen Zhao was so exhausted that she had no strength at all, she buried her head in Song Ling's chest, with the tip of her nose pressed against her breastbone, every breath seemed to be imprinted in Song Ling's heart.

She slept peacefully, but Song Ling was unwilling to fall asleep for a long time. She hugged her tightly, resting her chin on her forehead, wishing to remember every breath she took. She seemed to be afraid of her Ah Zhao. It will disappear suddenly in a second, so I can't even close my eyes.

Only by sticking close to her and hugging her like this can you truly feel her existence.