I Heard You Still Love Her

—Don’t talk, let me hug you.

Yan Zhilan's body relaxed, Xiao Ruoyan hugged her tightly, and after so many years of grievance and pain poured out, her tears wet Xiaoyan's clothes.

Xiao Ruoyan has been a person with strong self-esteem since she was a child and never bowed her head to others, let alone shed tears easily. Now, after coming back for a few days, she has almost shed all her tears in her life.

Tiny shrank in her warm nest, looking at the two people with chubby heads, two sullen eyes, squirming.

Yan Zhilan turned around, she hugged Xiao Ruoyan into her arms and gently patted her back.

Don't ask why.

Don't say anything.

Just let her vent freely.

Only Xiaoyan can give her such a tender hug, such a fragrance of fragrance, and such a reassuring body temperature.

Xiao Ruoyan cried for a long time, her eyes were swollen, she went to the bathroom and washed her face again.

When she came out, Xiaoyan, who was wearing an apron, had already cooked everything and brought it to the table.

"Come and taste it."

Yan Zhilan arranged the dishes and chopsticks, Xiao Ruoyan walked over, lowered her head and picked up the chopsticks, her eyes and nose were red, which made people feel distressed.

"delicious."

Xiao Ruoyan took a sip and met Yan Zhilan's eyes. Xiaoyan smiled. She said softly, "If it tastes delicious, eat more."

Such a picture, such a moment.

She has fantasized many times over the years.

Xiao Ruoyan just sat across from her like this, watching her eat and chat with her.

A home that doesn't need to be too big.

A fat cat.

both you and me…

Yan Zhilan also deliberately opened a bottle of red wine. She poured some for herself and Xiao Ruoyan. The red wine would be a little bitter when it came in and out, but the stamina was strong. After drinking the wine, Xiaoyan's cheeks became slightly red, and her eyes There was also a soft light in her eyes, she kept looking at Xiao Ruoyan, not enough.

In his youth, Xiao Ruoyan was a typical cool music player.

When she first met, she held the guitar in her hand and passed by Yan Zhilan without even looking at her.

But Yan Zhilan stopped and looked at her.

That was the first day of school.

In the crowd, many people secretly went to see Xiao Ruoyan. She was very tall, her eyes were blown up, her skin was white as porcelain, her eyebrows were a bit cold, and her eyes were arrogant.

Now, the years have diminished the jealousy of adolescence.

Xiao Ruoyan became a lot lower, but still Yan Zhilan's greedy appearance, under her gaze, Xiao Ruoyan's head gradually lowered, her eyes were like fire, and her face was red, even with her ears. hot.

Yan Zhilan was holding a bowl, but did not eat a bite of rice, and looked at her for several minutes.

It's too hot.

Xiao Ruoyan couldn't stand it in the end. She looked at her shyly and bit her scalp, sighing, "Eat well."

People who know them all know that they have a good relationship, and they all feel that Xiao Ruoyan must be in an absolutely strong position in the relationship between the two.

But it is not.

Only Xiao Ruoyan knew how her little stubborn little woman made her helpless.

She embraced her and spoiled her.

He even held her in the moonlight and swore to her for the rest of his life.

When eating.

Xiao Ruoyan was sensitive to discover that Yan Zhilan ate very little, and basically could only eat a few light bites.

She tilted her head to stare at her thoughtfully, remembering the scene when she was secretly taking medicine behind her back in the hotel.

"After eating, take a rest, Lan Lan and the others said they'll come over in a while."

Yan Zhilan said softly, Xiao Ruoyan nodded, she glanced at Xiaoyan: "I see."

She knows that Xiaoyan is so intensively arranged every step, because she is afraid that she will leave.

She is very distressed.

With Xiao Ruoyan's words, Yan Zhilan's mood relaxed a lot. She drank a little red wine, her cheeks were stained with crimson, and her eyes were full of waves, which was very charming.

Xiao Ruoyan was shocked when she saw it, and her hand holding the chopsticks tightened, restraining her heart's desire.

They are not young anymore.

When I was a teenager, I knew nothing vaguely.

At that time, what attracted each other was more delicate feelings, intimate care and companionship, which was intimacy and kissing.

But now, almost thirty, the age of a wolf like a tiger.

Xiao Ruoyan wanted to kiss her ruddy lips very much, holding her in her arms and taking care of her.

But now there is still a lot of uncertainty in front of the two of them. She also knows that Xiaoyan has some physical problems, so she can't be too abrupt.

Ate dinner.

Yan Zhilan was very used to cleaning up the dishes outside, and she was about to finish brushing. Xiao Ruoyan stood behind her silently: "I'll do it."

She put on her apron professionally, and Yan Zhilan smiled: "It's okay, I'll clean it up, you go and rest."

Over the years, she has become accustomed to being outside alone, relying on herself for everything.

She felt this was normal, but Xiao Ruoyan felt uncomfortable. She walked over and held Yan Zhilan's hand as she was clearing the dishes.

The moment Yan Zhilan got along with her skin, Yan Zhilan blushed and her heart trembled.

Xiao Ruoyan looked into her eyes, "I'll clean up."

The pianist is very protective of his hands, and he is usually protected by his family members at home.

Yan Zhilan: "I'm used to it, I—"

Xiao Ruoyan interrupted her, "I have already returned."

She stared at Yan Zhilan's eyes like ink, "Good."

she is back.

She doesn't want Xiaoyan to work so **** her own.

She can still be her little princess.

Yan Zhilan looked at her eyes, Xiao Ruoyan said softly, "Your hands are very precious and have a great effect, shouldn't you take good care of them?"

This was gentle as if the spring breeze pleated Xiao Yan's heart. Yan Zhilan lowered her head, her face flushed.

Xiao Ruoyan:...

Why is she blushing like this... Isn't she trying to get crooked...

The afternoon sun is very comfortable on the body.

Out of the window, there was a warm, floral-scented breeze.

Yan Zhilan, who was very precious and powerful, sat on the sofa, slowly sipping tea, recalling Xiao Ruoyan's words just now, the corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and her eyes fell on the busy person very "willfully".

A Yan, is she suggesting something?

Yan Zhilan lowered her head and looked at her hands. Although she has been protecting her over the years, she has been exposed to some wind and frost after all, and she is not as beautiful as her young hands.

In the past, Yan Zhilan's hands could not be exaggerated in the words of the teacher.

The fingers are slender and slender, the roots are as white as the roots, and the shape of the hand is also very beautiful.

She watched secretly by herself, her eyes couldn't help but fall on Xiao Ruoyan's hands.

Xiao Ruoyan is finishing washing, her hands are different from those of Yan Zhilan. She plays the guitar all the year round, doing all the work, and her palms even have a thin layer of calluses.

But her hands are proportional to her height, which is longer than Yan Zhilan's.

Yan Zhilan pursed her lips, retracted her gaze, and couldn't look any more. She felt that her face was hotter than the hot tea in her hand.

Xiao Ruoyan started to work in an orderly manner, washing, wiping the table, sweeping, piling up the floor...

Seeing that she will be finished.

Yan Zhilan got up, "I'll get you a glass of juice too."

In the refrigerator at home, she always has passion fruit that Xiao Ruoyan likes.

While she was getting her juice to wash her hands, Yan Zhilan took out the medicine bottle from her pocket and quickly poured out the white pills, fearing Xiao Ruoyan would see it, she swallowed without drinking any water.

Xiao Ruoyan has been sweeping the floor intently, seeming not to look at her.

Yan Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, and she went over to squeeze her juice.

The "buzzing" juicer sounded, Xiao Ruoyan sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and waited after cleaning everything.

Yan Zhilan walked over with passion fruit juice, and handed it to her, "Try it."

Xiao Ruoyan looked at her eyes and handed it over, and took a sip, "It's delicious."

Yan Zhilan smiled, just about to say something, Xiao Ruoyan pointed to the sofa opposite, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Startled, Yan Zhilan sat opposite her obediently. Xiao Ruoyan stared at her with a pair of dark eyes. Yan Zhilan was inexplicably guilty of being seen by this "interrogator" gaze, she raised her hand to cover up. Stroke the broken hair on his forehead, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Ruoyan stared into her eyes and asked faintly, "What medicine did you take?"

Heart, chuckle.

Yan Zhilan tilted her head, "What medicine? Nothing."

no?

Xiao Ruoyan really didn't rub the sand in his eyes, and coldly dismantled it: "Once I ate secretly in the hotel while carrying me, and once it was just now, a white tablet the size of a fingernail, what is it?"

Yan Zhilan's heart was a little flustered, and a lot of past events flooded up, and her father's solemn voice was in her mind.

—Look at what madness you have become?

Even if she comes back, knowing you will not accept it like this.

You really value the feelings between you too much.

…

"I have a cold and my throat hurts." Yan Zhilan responded quickly. She got up and obviously didn't want to continue the topic, "I'm going to make a cup of coffee, I—"

The words are not over yet.

The wrist tightened and Xiao Ruoyan grabbed her. Yan Zhilan turned to look at her, panic and helpless in her eyes.

Xiao Ruoyan's heart was cut like a knife. Without letting go, she hugged the person over and put it on her lap.

Yan Zhilan was even more flustered, this kind of intimacy was what she dreamed of.

But now she just wants to escape.

Xiao Ruoyan, who had always been gentle to her, was very strong this time. She hugged Xiaoyan tightly and surrounded her with her own breath and the heat on her body.

Until Yan Zhilan stopped struggling, Xiao Ruoyan moved her arm around her waist and gently held Yan Zhilan's face.

It's like a teenager.

She raised her head and gently rubbed the tip of her nose with the tip of her nose. For a while, she breathed and smelled.

She is the only one in her eyes.

She is too.

In Xiao Ruoyan's arms, Yan Zhilan's tight body finally relaxed. She leaned her head on her neck and yelled softly, "Ayan."

Xiao Ruoyan: "I am here."

"Ayan."

Yan Zhilan called her again, her voice trembling, and her hand lifted up, as if to be sure, she slowly touched her cheek.

Her nose, her eyes, her lips...

It's true, not an illusion.

Xiao Ruoyan felt uncomfortable. She hugged Yan Zhilan tightly. Yan Zhilan rubbed her neck like a wounded cat, and whispered softly: "Give me some time, I...I don't know how to tell you yet."

She didn't know how to tell her.

Even more afraid of losing her.

Xiao Ruoyan tightened her arms, buried her head between her neck, sniffed the scent on her body, and said softly: "I promise you, but you have to remember that no matter what happens, I will never leave again. You know?"

Yan Zhilan was hugged very tightly, and Xiao Ruoyan's heartbeat could be heard. She buried her head in her arms and her eyes were moist: "Yeah."

The two hugged quietly for a while.

Xiao Ruoyan didn't want Xiaoyan to be sad, she leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Right, Xiaoyan."

Yan Zhilan raised her head, "Huh?"

Xiao Ruoyan: "I have to go back to yesterday's hotel in a while."

"Why?" Yan Zhilan's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. She didn't want to be separated from Xiao Ruoyan for a moment. Xiao Ruoyan said solemnly, "I lost my shirt."

Yan Zhilan stiffened.

Xiao Ruoyan looked at her with a smile but a smile: "I have to go to the front desk of the hotel to ask, what kind of black shop is this, and which thief is so bold, why I stayed all night and lost my shirt?"