At the end of October, it snowed for the first time in Beijing.
When the first snow came, Ji Wuyin was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window by Song Zhiyu.
The air-conditioned room was not cold, but the unfamiliar touch still made her tilt her head.
The white sky outside the window reflected in her foggy eyes, adding a sense of innocence to the charm in the lower corners of her eyes. She put her five fingers on Song Zhiyu's shoulders and pushed him out. Song Zhiyu didn't move at all. She lowered her voice and said, "Song Zhiyu, you are making fun of me."
Song Zhiyu put his hand on her neck, kissed her ear, and said in a low voice, like coaxing and teasing: "Don't dare."
After that, he took the person back to the bed. He reached out and touched it, picked up the remote control and pressed it in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The falling snow quickly disappeared and was replaced by towering trees with lush branches.
She likes the green in midsummer and dislikes the snow in winter.
Ji Wuyin on the bed breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and stretched out his curled-up feet. But the next moment, when Song Zhiyu put down the remote control and covered her, she was as tense as a fully stretched bow.
"Don't be nervous, no one can see it on the 98th floor."
No one dared to look at it.
Ji Wuyin relaxed for a moment under his gentle coaxing, and then was forced into him again. Her beautiful eyes stared at him, and before she could say a word, she was swallowed up by the surging heat.
All in all, she and Song Zhiyu hadn't seen each other for two years, but they still had a tacit understanding.
After using the medicine, the effect is more intense, hearty and tireless.
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While Ji Wuyin was half asleep and half awake, Song Zhiyu carried him to clean her and apply some medicine. He couldn't lift his eyelids and was about to fall asleep.
Song Zhiyu tidied her up, placed a kiss on her forehead, got up and walked to the bathroom.
The sound of water flow is hidden in the soothing music, like a lullaby with slight waves.
Ji Wuyin thought about what his assistant said and slept lightly.
When Song Zhiyu came up wrapped in moisture, she half-opened her eyes. Her voice was affected by the previous one and still had a coquettish tone, "Song Er, don't touch my people."
She gradually woke up, and after the bright color on her eyebrows faded, she looked cold.
"Don't check Xia Zeyou."
The lingering charming atmosphere in the bedroom disappeared without a trace in an instant. The curtain of silence fell, and Ji Wuyin's eyes moved from his Adam's apple covered with marks to his face hidden in the darkness.
Song Zhiyu lowered his eyes, unable to see clearly the emotions in his eyes.
The half-covered moon with half-closed branches and leaves on the top is mostly covered, the floating clouds are made realistic, and the weak light is lightly covered with a layer, as if exploring the moon through a light mist.
It's hard to understand and understand.
Ji Wuyin had finished saying what she wanted to say. She glanced at Song Zhiyu and closed her eyes again.
"Zhizhi, you are really good at sacrificing yourself for the little bamboo horse."
He drank the medicine-laced wine and deliberately led him up.
The back of his neck felt warm. Song Zhiyu pressed his hand on it. The hot breath approached in vain. Ji Wuyin had no choice but to open his eyes again.
Looking at Song Zhiyu from a close distance, he could only feel the sharpness and severity.
"If Mr. Song feels uncomfortable, it's not a bad idea to just have a romantic relationship for fun." Ji Wuyin casually gave a reason, with a perfunctory attitude, "Anyway, you are very happy."
The last sentence is full of irony.
She is like a rose with thorns. The thorns will pierce her flesh as soon as she gets close.
Song Zhiyu had long been used to it. He let go of his hand and turned over to sit up.
The phone vibrated by the bedside and he picked it up.
"Brother Yu, where are you? My brother came into my room." The female voice over there whimpered, "I'm so scared."
Ji Wuyin raised an eyebrow and turned his head to watch Song Zhiyu transforming into a close brother to comfort people while getting dressed.
The missing moon moved with time, and the thin light fell on his buttoned hand.
The five fingers are long and slender, and the joints are clearly defined, which is really good-looking.
Ji Wuyin admired it for a while, and then spoke after he hung up the phone: "Don't act like you're at a disadvantage, Song Er. It's a courtesy. If I don't touch your people, don't touch mine either."
The deliberate emphasis made Song Zhiyu laugh out loud. He stood beside the bed and turned around. After the smile disappeared from his angular face, a faint sense of alienation emerged.
He said without comment: "See you in Jianglu District tomorrow night, Shen Zhiyi."
