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Zong Xian looked at me strangely, and suddenly burst out laughing.

I was baffled by him and asked him what he was laughing at.

It took him a long time to stop, straightened up and told me: "Xiaoying, don't you know that Deng Ying Ru Ge is Zong Jian?"

With a "boom", I felt like I was struck by a bolt of lightning, and I stood there stupidly, with a blank mind.

Is Zong Jian the lamp shadow like a song? !

Is Zong Jian the lamp shadow like a song? !

Can anyone tell me what's going on? ! ! !

Zong Xian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of me. I grabbed his hand and asked stammeringly, "You, are you telling the truth?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

"Why, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You and your brother are so close to him, I thought you knew." Zong Xian pulled me to sit on a chair beside him, and poured me a glass of water, "Come, drink a glass of water, calm down."

I quickly took it and took a big gulp, because I drank too fast and almost choked.

Zong Xian blamed me for being careless, but I didn't have the heart to listen to his complaints.

The hairs on my whole body were excited, and at the same time, I was extremely nervous. It felt like the night before going to the battlefield, thinking about the glory of returning home in triumph, and thinking about the desolation of dying on the battlefield at the same time.

I never thought that the great god I worshiped would be so close to me, that I would become his brother's lover and his friend's younger brother.

I examined myself from head to toe, stood up nervously, and sat down again.

Thinking of how bad my attitude towards him was before, I wish I could strangle myself to death.

I don't know how he sees me, but I feel that I have no face to see him again.

So, when I walked tremblingly into the dining room with the support of Zong Xian and saw Zong Jian sitting at the dining table waiting for us, I was so nervous that I almost fell to the ground.

Zong Xian quickly pulled me up, and Zong Jian also came over and asked me if I was okay.

When I got excited, I stood up straight and shook my head again and again: "I'm fine, I'm fine, Zong, Da, God, you, you, you sit, sit. You, sit first."

Zong Jian looked at me inexplicably, and then asked Zong Xian: "What's wrong with Xiaoying?"

Zong Xian shrugged and rolled his eyes: "It's not your fault."

I wanted to defend Zong Jian, but I was so nervous that I couldn't speak coherently, I didn't know what I said.

In the end, before Zong Jian sat in his seat again, he was unceremoniously invited out by Zong Xian. The reason was that he had brought something unclean again, which scared me.

Seeing Zong Jian's livid face when he was about to leave, I wanted to cry without tears.

Zong Xian laughed heartlessly: "Xiaoying, you don't have to be so nervous, he just wrote a few stories, if you want to read the stories, I can also write them to you, and I promise you with my head up , I definitely can’t write worse than him.”

I heard Zong Xian swear by it, as if he was an omnipotent superman, my tense nerves eased a little, and I asked funnyly: "Really?"

Zong Xian patted his chest proudly: "Of course it's true. I was the top scorer in my class when I wrote essays in elementary school."

I think he might be bragging, deliberately making things difficult: "Then write one for me now, if you write well, I will make you a great god and reward you with a little red flower."

Zong Xian smiled confidently, said no problem, and urged me to eat quickly.

After the meal, Zong Xian took an A4 notebook, sat down at the desk, and began to write his story.

I sat on the chair next to him holding the novel of Lantern Shadows and Songs, and saw his brows furrowed, with a bitter and vengeful expression on his face. I really doubted that he would write a history of blood and tears of revenge.

The hands on the clock were ticking and ticking. Zong Xian wrote and scratched and wrote in the notebook. The sound of swishing signature pens and strikethroughs made my back feel chills. I always felt that he was not scratching. Instead, he was slashing at the enemy's neck with a machete.

And that enemy, no need to think about it, I also think it must be me.

I didn't finish reading the book in my hand, my legs were already weak, I looked around and saw the thick stack of red envelopes on the bookshelf, remembering that tomorrow is the anniversary, my heart moved, and I quickly diverted Zong Xian's attention.

"Zongxian, Zongxian, are you ready for tomorrow's anniversary?" I stood up, tapped his notebook lightly, and put on a smile.

"Okay." Zong Xian didn't lift his head, and struck out a strikethrough again, and continued to write.

I was bored, and sat back in my seat, but the book in my hand was completely unreadable.

Restless, I walked behind Zong Xian, wanting to see what he had written.

However, like all doctors’ handwriting, Zong Xian’s handwriting was filled with ghost characters after he had struck out countless lines. I opened my eyes and read carefully for a long time. what's coming.

After frantically writing three pages of A4 paper, Zong Xian heaved a sigh of relief, sat in front of the computer with the manuscript paper, and started typing.

I followed, and just as I was about to watch it, he suddenly and mysteriously covered the screen.

"Why, can't you watch it?" I asked puzzled.

Zong Xian smiled awkwardly, but he didn't let go of his hand: "Well, what, if you want to read the story, I'll write it for you another day, but don't read this one today."

"Ah? Why?" I was even more puzzled. I waited on pins and needles by the desk for more than an hour, but he refused to let me read it. Could it be that there is really some ulterior secret in it?

Or, he has already KO'd me as an enemy countless times in his story?

Zong Xian held the screen tightly, and kicked me: "It's getting late, go to bed and sleep, tomorrow's anniversary celebration, you still have a role to play."

"My role?" I was at a loss and asked inexplicably, "Why is there my role? What role do I have? Why hasn't anyone told me?"

Zong Xian patted me gloatingly: "You will know tomorrow, go wash up and sleep, I will be fine in a while."

I thought about it, and felt that Zong Xian was purely trying to divert my attention, so I looked at his computer again and stood still.

Zong Xian saw my thoughts, stood up, pushed me to the bathroom, and locked the door from the outside.

I couldn't open the door, so I cursed secretly as a bastard, made a serious note of Zong Xian in my heart, and angrily washed my face and brushed my teeth.

After I finished washing, Zong Xian also opened the bathroom door, I ignored him, and he didn't look at me, but hurriedly opened the shower head and took a shower.

In a daze, I seemed to see something incredible, and I was about to turn around to take a closer look, but Zong Xian had already turned his back.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling that I should be dazzled, and patted myself on the head to keep myself from thinking wildly.

Walking to the door of the bedroom, I took a sneak peek at Zong Xian. He hadn't finished washing yet, so I glanced at the door of the study and saw that the door was ajar, so I quietly moved in.

The study room was pitch black, I turned on the light, quickly moved to Zong Xian's computer, and pressed the power button.

The sound of rushing water came from next door, and I held my breath and stared nervously at the computer screen.

The computer screen lit up, and after the startup screen, the password login interface appeared.

Immediately I was dumbfounded.

Zong Xian's computer never had a password before, why did he set a password for an article?

I was suspicious in my heart, and wanted to know more and more what Zong Xian wrote in that article.

The sound of water next door stopped abruptly, I shivered, turned off the computer quickly, and fled into the bedroom.

Lying under the covers, I realized that I forgot to turn off the light in the study.

I wanted to jump out of bed, but it was too late.

Zong Xian came in wrapped in a bath towel, and looked at me with a somewhat blurred gaze.

I suddenly had a bad premonition, and immediately lay back on the bed, wrapped myself tightly with the quilt, and only exposed two nostrils to vent.

Zong Xian quietly sat next to me and pulled my quilt.

"Why?" I gripped the corner of the quilt tightly and asked vigilantly.

"Let me in."

Seeing that he couldn't tear off my quilt, Zong Xian began to pick my face again.

I was blushed and heartbeat by his rather ambiguous words, and lost my defense as soon as my mind was distracted.

Zong Xian slid in like an eel, and the bath towel on his body was squeezed into a ball because of the obstruction of the quilt.

Zong Xian simply tore off the bath towel and threw it aside.

I was shocked to see the bath towel slipping off the bedside table, and quickly distanced myself from Zong Xian.

Tomorrow is the anniversary, although I don't have anything to do, but I still have to help, I don't want to mess with him.

However, Zong Xian didn't seem to think about it at all. He was naked, put his arms around my waist, and started kissing my neck.

The sudden skin-to-skin contact made me flustered. I didn't know why he was in heat suddenly. My intuition told me that it was very dangerous to do so. My illness was not cured. If I had a cramp, I would have to die from pain?

I struggled quickly, but the more I struggled, the more I felt like I wanted to refuse.

Zong Xian's breathing became heavier and heavier, the little thing between his legs was directly pressing against my leg, and he himself was pressing on me, no matter how much I pushed, I couldn't push it away.

I was so anxious that I almost cried, but Zong Xian was immersed in his desire and didn't care about my life or death.

This is not like his style!

I was so anxious that I pinched his waist and asked indiscriminately: "Zong Xian, have you been drugged?"

Zong Xian hid back in pain, staring at me with burning eyes: "Yes, I was drugged by you."

I:……

"When did I drug you?"

Zong Xian clung to me, and I felt that I was going to lose my temper, so I quickly let go of him, covered my little baby and asked.

"Just now." Zong Xian took my hand and rubbed it gently a few times.

I trembled all over my body, and quickly pulled out my hand to block his chest that was about to be pressed down again, and asked inexplicably, "I, why don't I remember?"

Zong Xian paused for a moment, then looked at me, full of resentment: "Why do you care so much about Deng Ying Ru Ge, what benefits did he give you? Tell me! What he can give, I can give too! "

When I heard it, I couldn't laugh or cry. It turned out that this guy was jealous.

Afraid that he would continue to go crazy, I hurriedly explained: "Zong Xian, you misunderstood, the lamp shadow is like a song is just my idol, idol, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Zong Xian showed dissatisfaction on his face, and pretended to kiss him again.

I hurriedly supported his shoulders, and quickly explained: "Idols are only for worship, not for flirting, do you understand now?"

"Then why don't you let me touch it?" Zong Xian frowned, feeling somewhat wronged.

I pinched him funny: "You want me to die of pain?"

"I'll take it easy."

"That's not what I meant." I quickly grabbed Zong Xian's disheveled paw again, and explained, "I'm afraid of cramping."

Hearing me say cramps, Zong Xian really hesitated.

He stared at me for a while, sighed, crawled out of my quilt, and got into his own quilt.

When I saw him turn his back, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At night, Zong Xian didn't sleep with his arms around me as usual. I looked at his quiet back, and I couldn't help feeling guilty.

Zong Xian has done so much for me without complaint or regret, but I can't even give the most basic caresses. I'm so bad.