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Song Ling was slightly taken aback, she remained silent and did not answer her words.

His fingers lightly slid across her hairline and eyebrows, slowly outlining her side face with nostalgia, as if stroking a precious collection.

Song Ling looked into those eyes, expectantly, waiting for her answer.

She never thought about this issue, the initiative has always been in Shen Zhao's hands, what she needs to consider is whether Shen Zhao will leave her, she has never considered whether she will not want Shen Zhao.

Such a question is too stupid, Song Ling smiled lightly, brushed her chin with her fingers, she grabbed her face, and said with a playful tone: "I have worked so hard to get you, how could I not want you?" ?”

Shen Zhao looked at the person above her head. She had already changed the direction of the question. It seemed that she had answered her question, but she secretly changed the initial assumption.

What is she looking forward to, begging Song Ling to love her and want her?

She stared at her eyes with an expression of certainty, and in those eyes, she saw herself who had suffered a complete defeat.

Love is equal and respectful.

When she was tempted, she fell into endless desire and greed, hoping to get more, trying to find equal and dignified love in this relationship that had no dignity and equality at the beginning.

From the moment she admitted that she was in love with Song Ling, she had already lost.

The initiative has never changed, no matter what she becomes, it is always in Song Ling's hands.

She hates herself like this, what is this?

Remind yourself over and over again that she is just something Song Ling has worked so hard to get, don't expect more, don't be like a beggar, begging for alms from a winner.

That's it, that's it.

Don't fall any further...

Song Ling bowed her head to kiss her lips. Since she made a deal with her last time, saying that she would give her an equal relationship without coercion, they hadn't done it.

But the body has memory, and the moment they touch each other, they are too familiar with each other's body.

Perfect fit, intimate.

At midnight, fireworks and firecrackers suddenly sounded one after another outside the window, as if they were going to explode the whole sky to celebrate the coming new year.

Song Ling raised her head again from below, she held Shen Zhao's face, her eyes were filled with lust, she sank in this sea of ​​pleasure, the rumbling sound outside the window rang through her ears, almost instantly , she bowed her head and kissed her lips.

"Azhao, happy new year."

It was his own taste, mixed with hers.Shen Zhao closed her eyes, a tear was drawn at the end of her eyes, Song Ling caught a glimpse of the wetness, gently wiped it with her fingertips, kissed her eyes again, and swallowed all her emotions at this moment.

"Song Ling..."

She was calling her, Song Ling hummed lightly, and answered her.

"You can't do without me. If you rob me, you will be responsible to the end." Shen Zhao's nose was sour. She hated herself for being like this, but she was still terribly afraid. She was tied to her side, and one day, regardless of her thoughts, he ruthlessly abandoned her.

Song Ling unconsciously raised the corners of her lips into a chuckle, feeling her need for her, she hugged her body, clasped her waist with both hands, and said to her seductively, "Tell me, you love me."

Shen Zhao opened her eyes, the eyes were full of lustful and moist tears, through the misty mist of tears, she couldn't see the face in front of her clearly, but she could hear her clear voice.

Song Ling seduced her again: "Azhao, say you love me, say it sincerely, don't lie to me."

Shen Zhao looked at her, her whole body was shackled, unable to move an inch, her lips trembled, and she could even hear the sound of her teeth slamming, and finally she heard herself say: "Song Ling, I love you."

Song Ling lifted the corners of her lips in satisfaction, her eyes were full of smiles.

Shen Zhao has never seen Song Ling smile like this before, she must love her, that's why she smiles so happily.

She and Song Ling have been tossing until dawn. It was a long night. On the first night of the new year, Song Ling seemed to be never sleepy or tired. She is dying.

When the sky was getting dark, the sound of firecrackers sounded again. In the end, she was too sleepy and tired, and she had no energy, so she buried herself in Song Ling's arms and fell asleep.

I don't know how long he was in a daze, but Shen Zhao suddenly woke up, thinking about the dumplings.

She also had to get up to cook dumplings and go to the hospital.

Seeing her sitting up suddenly, Song Ling raised her sore arms, wrapped them around her waist from behind, pressed her face against her white and smooth back, and asked sleepily, "What's wrong?"

Her face was a little cold, and she couldn't help shivering when it was pressed against her back, and her breathing suddenly became short of breath.

Her body is too sensitive to be touched by Song Ling.

Even his voice trembled unconsciously, and Shen Zhao said softly, "I still have to cook dumplings!"

Song Ling also suddenly remembered about the dumpling. She pursed her lips, her eyes filled with a smile, and sat up while hugging the person in front of her. Her chin rested on her shoulder blade, and she suddenly bit her head. earlobe, the voice is charming: "I will cook."

Shen Zhao shrugged his shoulders, and trembling climbed up her whole body.

Her earlobes were bleeding red, and she didn't even dare to look back at her.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her side face facing the light, the ruddy face was shining brightly under the sunlight.

The hand around her waist suddenly moved up inch by inch, fiddled with the familiar place, and Shen Zhaoteng shouted: "Song, Song Ling—stop making trouble! If you don't go downstairs, it's really too late! "

Song Ling smiled, "Why are you still so shy after such a long time?"

Shen Zhao's body is very sensitive, almost unable to withstand any teasing, but all the sensitivities were discovered by Song Ling, who knew her body better than herself.

Song Ling bit her ear lightly, with a long and lingering voice: "You are so sensitive, I can't put it down, and I want you again, what should I do? Don't cook the dumplings, let Mingshu buy a copy later Send it, how about it?"

Shen Zhao was ashamed and annoyed, and pulled away her destructive hand, wanting to cry without tears: "I really can't do it, Song Ling, if this continues, nothing will happen..."

"Then it won't happen." Song Ling reached out to pull her, but Shen Zhao quickly threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

The moment her toes stepped on the ground, Shen Zhao's legs trembled and she couldn't stand up. She turned around to look at the person on the bed, and saw her suddenly staring at the bed sheet without blinking. In the past, good guy, such a big puddle, I was so ashamed that I wanted to get under the ground.

Song Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone raised slightly, and she teased with a smile: "Azhao must be made of water."

"Song Ling, you are really shameless!" Shen Zhao became furious, pulled the shawl from the shelf next to him and surrounded himself randomly, picked up the clothes on the ground, ignored the trembling of his legs, and ran out of the bedroom to the bathroom.

I hurriedly took a shower, went downstairs to cook dumplings, and by the time everything was packed and packed and went out, it was almost nine o'clock.

Shen Zhao looked at the time, angrily blamed Song Ling, and said angrily, "It's all your fault, we agreed to seven o'clock, and now it's almost nine o'clock."

Song Ling was not annoyed either, she held the corner of her lips lightly, walked out carrying the food box, and said, "Let's go."

The two got into the car and drove towards the hospital.

On New Year's Day, the first day of the new year, everything seems new.

Shen Zhao rolled down the car window, and the cold wind blew in, making her feel refreshed, even the air seemed to be new.

Song Ling turned to look at her and reminded her with a smile: "Isn't it cold, don't catch a cold."

Shen Zhao was in a happy mood, she wished she was a bird, could fly out of the window and soar freely in the air.

"I'm not cold. Song Ling," she called her, Song Ling glanced at her, did not answer her, and heard her continue: "This is a new year, everything is new."

Song Ling lowered her eyes slightly, and after a long silence, said casually: "Yes, everything is new."

"Azhao, happy new year."

Shen Zhao turned her head, and the wind blew her long hair flying all over the sky. She replied, "Happy New Year."

The car drove to the hospital, and the two got out of the car and went upstairs. Once they reached the [-]th floor, the familiar face at the nurse's desk greeted them with a smile: "Happy New Year."

Shen Zhao also greeted them, met many people along the way, her mood improved for no reason, the corners of her mouth kept rising, and Song Ling followed her, feeling her vitality.

Shen Zhao dimpled into a smile, turned around and pushed open the door of the ward. He just called Dad, and when he saw the people in the room, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and he was stunned, staring at the room without blinking. people here.

Song Ling followed behind her, and before she entered the door, she saw her standing by the door in a daze, frowning slightly, she raised her heels to go, and frowning deepened after she caught a glimpse of the people in the room.

The person in the room is Raisel.

Shen Zhao froze there, pursed his lips and couldn't utter a word, the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck in nails, and he couldn't move.

After a while, she slowly opened her mouth: "Sier..."

She had just taken half a step when someone grabbed her arm, and she realized that Song Ling was behind her.

She clenched her palms lightly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Song Ling raised her chin and cast her gaze straight over to meet the gaze in the room.

Resil caught a glimpse of the two, and her eyes fell on Song Ling's hand holding her arm. She paused for a moment with her eyes downcast, and then she smiled and said, "Zhao Zhao, I heard that Uncle is sick, so I came to see him. Called your number, but didn't get through, so I had to come first, happy new year."

Shen Zhao's throat tightened, and she tried her best to open her lips. She didn't know what to say, and finally said: "Happy New Year."

Shen Zhao stepped into the room, Song Ling followed behind her, came in and put the food box in her hand on the bedside table.

Shen Zhao walked over, opened the lunch box, filled out the pre-cooked dumplings and the dumpling soup from the lower layer, and brought them to the table in front of the bed.

The dumpling soup was so full that it accidentally knocked on the foot of the table. She shook her hands, and the dumpling soup spilled onto her hand, and the back of her hand was reddish. Father Shen hurriedly took it, and asked in surprise, "Is it hot?"

At the same time, Resil raised her arm subconsciously, but slowly retracted it silently the moment Song Ling stretched out her hand.

Song Ling saw all her expressions and helpless actions. She took out a tissue to wipe it for her. The dumpling soup was served right after it was boiled. The back of her hand was redder than before. up.

Song Ling's eyes paused for a moment, she grabbed her wrist, pulled her over, continued to wipe her, and said in a low voice, "What are you panicking about?"

Shen Zhao raised his eyes subconsciously, met Song Ling's indifferent eyes, and suddenly raised his heart nervously.

Father Shen noticed the strangeness between the three of them, and the atmosphere in the room was a little oppressive and silent for a moment, he took the initiative to calm down, and talked to Resil: "Sire, thank you for coming to see me, I'm much better now."

It was only then that Rui Sier pulled her eyes back from Shen Zhao's body, her eyes were a little lonely, she forced a smile, and said to Shen's father: "It should be uncle, I have something to do and I will leave first."

Father Shen nodded, smiled lovingly and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Rui Sier hummed, turned around to leave the room, and stopped suddenly when she reached the door, she turned her head, looked at Shen Zhao who was in a daze, and said suddenly: "Zhao Zhao, can you send me off?"

Shen Zhao was startled, raised his head abruptly, turned to look at the person by the door, and didn't speak.

At the same time, she felt the fingers on her wrist suddenly tightened in an instant.

Song Ling lowered her head and didn't look at her expression. She only held the back of her hand, lowered her head and carefully breathed for her, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Shen Zhao, I can't tolerate her."