Rose with Snow

Chapter 89:

In the early morning of July 15th, when the night was at its darkest, Song Yingshi returned to Sitong's mansion.

When getting off the bus, Huai Xu left first, and Song Yingshi told the driver:

"Thank you for your hard work. If my mother asks, you can say that I look in good spirits. For the better, don't let her worry. Be careful on the road."

Just now, Song Yingshi had sent a vx to Xu Conghan in the car, saying that he would go home tomorrow afternoon or evening.

The driver smiled and said, "It's not hard work, miss, you work hard, day and night are reversed... I'll bring you lunch tomorrow? Madam told Aunt Mei to prepare a lot of your favorite dishes."

Xu Conghan's diligence, Song Yingshi would not refuse, she got out of the car and put on her bag, put one hand in the side pocket of her shirt skirt, and said casually:

"Okay. Go back quickly and stay up all night with us."

At the sound of the car leaving, Song Yingshi turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Huaixu waited for her in the elevator, pressing the door button.

The elevator with the door closed is like a box with light on all sides, dazzling and dazzling, reflecting them so delicately that they have nowhere to hide their thoughts.

Neither of them spoke.

The elevator stopped, the sound of the luggage rollers followed their footsteps, the lights in the room turned on, and at four in the morning, the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was beautiful.

The elevator door was closed behind him, and in the house with no windows, the subtle airflow brought by the fresh air system bypassed the two of them.

Song Yingshi raised her hand and pressed her lower neck, and heard Huaixu ask behind her:

"Tired?"

Of course, she was tired. The emotions accumulated throughout the day were exhausted on the stage. The extreme release brought exhaustion to the spirit, but at the same time, she fell into an unspeakable excitement.

From walking to the elevator with Huai Xu, her muscles began to tighten and heat, she fell into a pre-war state, and a little bit of fatigue was swept away. She doesn't want to sleep.

And she had hinted to Huai Xu when she came, to say that Huai Xu didn't notice...

Ignoring Huaixu on the side, Song Yingshi walked to the island and took out a light blue glass to collect water.

When the water was trickling down, Huai Xu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and folded her arms to look out, her figure thinned into a flower in the dark night.

Song Yingshi looked at her more, and when she lowered her head again, she found that the water was too full, as if it was about to overflow.

She only took this cup and walked back to Huaixu with the water.

Huaixu raised her eyebrows lightly, and took it without asking why.

Satisfied, Song Ying swept past Huaixu like a light breeze and strode to the console.

After a short buzzing, the lamps that were not needed by the owner got off work collectively, and the room suddenly went dark.

In silence, Huaixu wrapped her hand around the glass tightly, and the warm water she had just put into her lips suddenly boiled and bubbled, making the tip of her tongue tingle.

The bright moon and neon outside the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated her eyes like a black veil floating in shadows, and someone behind her tore the black veil and walked towards her, pressing lightly and agilely.

Huaixu slenderly lowered her neck and waited patiently for her to approach her as if she was undefended, from before getting into the car, no, from the kiss branded to her ear, from the first glance they met on the stage, and even earlier, even more so. morning--

Before she even realized it, she was already looking forward to this night.

The footsteps that were absorbed by the carpet were silent, but Huaixu knew she was coming.

But even though she knew everything, the moment Song Yingshi's fingertips landed on her back shoulder, her heart felt like an electric shock, and she was full of numbness after throbbing.

Like a person crossing a river hanging on a rope, knowing that the turbulent rushing underfoot is full of danger, and the moment when he really steps on the air, his heart jumps with it.

The hand on her shoulder controlled her to turn around, and then pressed her to the floor-to-ceiling window behind her.

Most of the water in Huai Xu's hand suddenly spilled out, splashing on her hands, the ground and even the floor-to-ceiling windows, but no one cared.

Song Yingshi leaned over and buried her head at her.

Huai Xu was surprised that she could see Song Yingshi's lips clearly when it was so dark.

When she understood the gorgeousness, those lips caught her lips like a gust of wind and rain.

Song Yingshi closed her eyes slightly, sucking again and again, the force was a little heavy, and it seemed to have a fresh sense of exploration, fast and slow, sticking and moisturizing.

Huaixu seems to be able to smell the fragrance of green grass from her movements. This childishness is placed in one place with her serious movements, tearing out confusingly sexy.

Their eyelashes, the bridge of the nose, and the long hair are like lips interlaced. You have me and I have you.

Huaixu's back is against the floor-to-ceiling windows, behind her are the lights of thousands of homes in the vast world, bright like clouds, and in front of her is like the dark sea bottom, devouring chaos.

And she was at the junction of light and darkness, kissing herself while watching Song Ying.

At this time in the early morning, she was like an ambiguous dusk.

Song Yingshi stopped for a while, her voice smoky:

"Drink the water?"

Her breath scorched Huaixu's jaw, causing a prairie fire to spread.

Huaixu is light.

Song Yingshi smiled very lightly, as if rolling out of her throat, her lips moved as if from the ground:

"Do you know why I poured you water?"

Huaixu's breath trembled with her:

"why?"

Song Yingshi pecked her lightly:

"Let you drink some water first, it will feel more comfortable to kiss."

This is charming and obscene, but when Song Ying said it, she was frank, innocent and even proud, which made people confused and fascinated.

Huai Xu couldn't help pursing her lips and her voice became hoarse:

"I just took a sip."

Song Yingshi seemed addicted to pecking, tilted her head and closed her eyes again, the bridge of her nose rubbed lightly, and the words flowed out from the gap between her lips, becoming more and more vague:

"But you're nice to kiss."

Huaixu clenched the wet glass tightly.

She clearly only had her hands wet with water, but she was soaked all over when the gentle words slammed her head over her face.

As if to rub each other together, Huaixu was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window by Song Yingshi, and the feeling of being squeezed was like a tidal wave, and she refused to retreat.

The position is reversed.

Song Yingshi leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window carelessly, and stretched out her arms to block Huaixu who was about to lean down:

"Wait."

Huaixu tied her wrist with her backhand and pressed it above her head.

Song Yingshi opened her lips in surprise, and then smiled playfully.

Such Huaixu is too rare, she is always cold, calm and calm, even if she is eager to get something, she can control the pace of her pace.

She is out of control. because of her. because of them.

Song Yingshi was delighted, and bent her legs against her:

"You know what I'm thinking now?"

Huai Xu said coldly in a hoarse voice:

"I only know that you talk a lot today."

Song Yingshi ignored her seemingly complaining coquettish behavior, tilted her head, and raised her chin.

"I'm thinking... there's finally no glass to stop us."

Someone in the ear was breathing more thoroughly.

Everything is out of order, as it should be.

The glass on the stage stares at their elusiveness and the dark tide is surging, while the glass below witnesses their fascination and inseparable.

Song Yingshi's silver hair was printed on the glass like a squashing cloud.

As she lifted her jaw to greet her, the clouds were as silky as mist, like wisteria florets, and her hair was full of wet dreams, to please Song Ying's soft cheeks and neck and the snow-colored arm around her waist.

Huaixu remembered what she said, and she also drank water when feeding Song Ying.

Both were embarrassed.

A lot of water ran down the corners of their lips, and most of them were drunk by their collars.

There is light leaking from the sky, it is about five in the morning, and it is about to dawn.

Huaixu backed away a little, she remembered that she had more important things to ask Song Yingshi. She whispered:

"Song Yingshi."

Song Ying was still out of breath, but her brows were sharp, and she provocatively said:

"Why, didn't you think I talked too much just now?"

Huaixu smiled: "How can you say such a soft mouth."

Without waiting for Song Yingshi to answer, Huai Xu folded her long hair for her, so that her brows and eyes were exposed clearly and unobstructed.

In the dim light, she looked directly into Song Yingshi's eyes and asked:

"Song Yingshi, why did you kiss me on stage?"

"There are so many whys, just do what you want."

Song Yingshi said, standing up straight from the position of leaning on the glass:

"I've thought about doing this for a long time, and it really feels good to do it."

Huaixu's voice was even softer, like the cold fog in the forest:

"real?"

Song Yingshi rubbed the back of her head, but said:

"No kiss? Then I'll go to sleep."

She licked her lips incessantly, and when she saw that Huaixu's face was not good, she regained her expression, and said with clear eyes:

"I just think I like you a lot."

When Song Yingshi was interviewed, the reporter asked her what she would do if she wanted to confess in the future. She said without hesitation that she wanted a sense of ceremony, solemnity, and a tripod to take pictures as souvenirs. This is the common cognition of romance left by TV dramas and daily news to her.

There is another reason, Song Yingshi always feels that "I like you" or "I love you" is special and serious, and there is no scene of sufficient weight that seems to be unable to restrain them.

But in front of her, she and Huai Xu had nothing, but these words came out of her mouth very naturally.

Even at the moment when he actually said it, Song Yingshi didn't realize what he said.

Not bad.

The light of the sunrise was not so bright that Song Yingshi couldn't see Huaixu's subtle expression, as if she was separated from the deep sea, she could only see her emotional ups and downs from Huaixu's tone.

"Is this a confession?"

Short and fast, as if afraid of revealing something. has been exposed.

Song Yingshi realized once again that tonight, no, before the sunrise, she was not the only one who lost an inch.

She couldn't tell why, she was in a better mood, and the little smiles leaked out:

"Huai Xu, this is my truth."

Her tone was relaxed, but serious enough.

It was also difficult for Song Yingshi to say exactly what motivated her.

When Tao Qin told her that Huaixu had said that she liked herself as early as then. Song Ying immediately realized that this meant that Huaixu had slowly determined her feelings through time before that.

Huaixu has always been a cautious and rational person. At the beginning, they were still in a relationship, so she could never fall in love with her on impulse.

In a longer time than she thought, Song Yingshi didn't know how much she missed.

How many times have I missed Huai Xu's quiet gaze, how many times I have missed Huaixu's heartbeat, how many times I have missed Huaixu's secret torment.

Loving someone like this is hard work. Like playing a one-man show that lacks an audience, the climax and the ending belong only to oneself.

She is distressed.

The boiling emotions followed her on the stage, from obeying her will and changing her self-introduction words, to the stage itself setting off the state and emotions of the two of them. When they echoed each other, they burned more and more, and everything was difficult to restrain.

However, Song Yingshi knew that Teacher Huai wanted to save face, so she kindly hid the less important parts, the only important thing was...

Song Yingshi took a step closer, groped for Huaixu's hand, and put it on her heart:

"Some confessions are used to deceive people, I won't lie to you."

"Want to see the sunrise?"

On July 15th, at 1:45 p.m., Song Yingshi woke up from hunger, and her head was still blank when she opened her eyes.

Staying all night makes people stupid.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, Song Yingshi realized what year and day it was, it was morning, noon and afternoon.

I didn't go to bed until five or six in the morning, and my body and spirit had experienced ups and downs all day and night, and Song Yingshi felt that she had not recovered.

Forget it, be hungry, she wraps herself in the quilt and is about to go back to sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she was drowsily welcoming her back when Song Yingshi suddenly opened her eyes.

Wait, is Huaixu up?

She got up with difficulty and got up to take a look. There was no movement downstairs, the door on the opposite side was closed, and Huaixu should still be asleep.

Best not to get up.

Song Yingshi was instantly motivated. She took out her mobile phone while washing and ordered takeout. She would have to get up earlier than Huaixu today, tidy up everything beautifully, and get back the dignity she lost last night...this morning.

This morning, when she invited Huai Xu to watch the sunrise, the two of them watched it seriously at first, but they became confused for some reason.

If Song Yingshi hadn't removed Huai Xu's hand in time, she really didn't know where the two of them would go today.

After all, Teacher Huai is too gullible, with that beautiful face with red eyes at the end of her eyes, but she is also aggressive, which is especially unbearable.

In order to avoid another accident, Song Yingshi immediately suggested that the two of them go back to their respective rooms to sleep after watching Sunrise.

But Huai Xu hooked Song Yingshi to her room, and for some reason, Song Yingshi passed by.

At that time, Huai Xu said, "Do you dare to stay?"

The sleepy and foolish Song Yingshi compared her heart to her heart, she didn't think what else could happen tonight, Huaixu had more dishes than her, and she was about to die, and Huaixu couldn't jump for a few minutes.

She retorted: "My bed, what am I afraid of?"

She slept wherever she wanted.

Huaixu nodded in satisfaction: "Wait for me."

Song Yingshi: ?

She was waiting for the bathroom, not the woman, thank you.

Huaixu went to wash first, Song Yingshi was trapped on the bed, feeling that she was already a walking corpse and was about to go to the ground.

Hearing the sound of water, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

After lying on the ground for two minutes, Song Yingshi felt that she would fall asleep in the next second, so she went to the opposite bedroom to take a quick shower, brushed her teeth with her eyes closed, and then walked strongly to Huaixu's room.

Since Huaixu wanted to sleep in a bed, she would sleep. Anyway, what she wanted to sleep in was the bed, and there should be someone next to her. She was so sleepy that she lost her sense of libido.

But at the same time, Song Yingshi was also aware of Huaixu's hidden thoughts.

Either it was because of bad taste that she confessed, or she got what she wanted. In short, Song Yingshi agreed to stay in her room or not.

Today, she is going to let Huaixu's two ideas all fall through, she will definitely not do this, and at the same time she has decided on half the bed.

The half-closed door of Huaixu was right in front of her, Song Yingshi pushed it open and closed it firmly.

Huaixu had already washed up and was sitting on the bed.

Song Yingshi calmed down and yawned:

"I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she noticed something on the quilt, something familiar—

"what are these?!"

Huai Xu followed her and glanced down, smiled slightly:

"Don't know? You gave me... your daily necessities."

Saying that, she picked up one of them and read it to Song Yingshi with kindness:

"This is a strong earthquake with a wireless remote app..."

Song Yingshi interrupted her with a sullen face:

"Okay, don't read it, I remember."