She Came To My Concert

After a while, Zhu Wenshu lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

But when he turned his head and saw his own reflection on the window, Zhu Wenshu admired himself very much. At this moment, he still wondered if his hair was a bit messy.

Not only did she think about it, she actually planned to go to the bathroom to comb her hair.

But just after she took two steps, the door lock beeped twice, it was the sound of the proximity card.

Zhu Wenshu had never been so agile in his life, and within two seconds he jumped onto the bed and rolled into the bed to cover himself tightly.

Immediately, the door opened.

But in the next few seconds, Zhu Wenshu heard no other voices, only the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.

It wasn't until the man walked into the room that his footsteps made a slight movement on the carpet.

Zhu Wenshu didn't open his eyes, and heard his breathing, but couldn't feel his own breath anymore.

It was as if the oxygen had been sucked away.

Until the edge of the bed sinks together.

Zhu Wenshu's whole body was tense, every sense was magnified by thousands of times, and even the rustling of his clothes was deafening.

The few seconds he lay down were particularly long.

Zhu Wenshu felt himself floating up and down several times before the people beside him lay down.

After that, neither of them moved.

The night outside the window was thick, and there were occasional whistles, and the room was pitch black, only the sound of breathing one after another.

Zhu Wenshu knew that Ling Chen was separated from her, so he didn't post it.

But his body temperature seemed to spread along the bed sheet, making Zhu Wenshu feel hot all over.

She closed her eyes tightly, and called him softly amidst the siren blare.

"Ling Chen."

"Um?"

His voice seemed to be close to my ears, but it seemed to be far away.

Zhu Wenshu felt that his senses seemed to be out of order for a moment, and he felt as if he was clinging to his back.

"Your heart beats so fast."

Zhu Wenshu said.

"Um."

Ling Chen responded calmly without denying it.

In the next second, he turned over and hugged Zhu Wenshu, put his chin on the back of her neck, and took a greedy breath.

"I'm so scared."

Chapter 60

There is a song in Ling Chen's first album called "Inaudible Heartbeat".

When Zhu Wenshu heard it for the first time, she felt that Ling Chen was quite literary, which was completely different from what she had imagined.

Now it seems that it is just a man's hypocrisy.

There is no heartbeat that cannot be heard.

His heart was beating so loudly that it was about to burst out of his chest.

Especially now that Zhu Wenshu was lying on his side with his back pressed against his upper body, as if he could feel the beating of his heart.

Of course, Zhu Wenshu himself was not much better.

Ling Chen's breathing was as hot as his body temperature, brushing against Zhu Wenshu's neck irregularly. When he was in a rush, Zhu Wenshu's heart beat faster at the same frequency. When his breath was steady and long, Zhu Wenshu felt as if he was wrapped in a gentle and safe heat, and his whole body was comfortable.

But after repeated several times, Ling Chen didn't do anything else, and Zhu Wenshu couldn't bear it.

If this continues, she won't be able to sleep tonight.

After a while, Zhu Wenshu stared at the window and said in a low voice, "Ling Chen, let's talk for a while."

"Um."

Ling Chen's voice was low and hoarse, at first he sounded sleepy, but his unsteady breathing betrayed him, "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't know what to say, his head was confused, and he said ignorantly, "What is your dream?"

"..."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly closed her eyes.

What kind of question is this asking, like a spiritual mentor on a variety show.

"I'll just ask."

"My dream,"

He adjusted his posture, hugged Zhu Wenshu more tightly, and said in a daze, "It's not you."

Another heartbeat missed uncontrollably.

Which girl is not happy to hear this.

But happy is happy, Zhu Wenshu still poked him with his elbow.

"Speak well and don't let you coax me."

"I didn't coax you."

Ling Chen opened his eyes, his vision was blocked by Zhu Wenshu's hair, blurred, but the fragrance of bath milk on her body lingered strongly on the tip of her nose.

He propped up his upper body with one arm, looked down at Zhu Wenshu, and brushed the hair off her cheek with his hand.

"If it wasn't for you, which factory might I be working in now?"

"Um?"

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and met Shang Lingchen's gaze in the dark, "What?"

Ling Chen said, "Actually, I thought about dropping out of school after graduating from junior high school. If I didn't go to college, do you think I am working now?"

Zhu Wenshu is a teacher and is very sensitive to the term "dropping out".

She didn't pay attention to Ling Chen's last words, but asked, "Why don't you study?"

"poverty."

Ling Chen played with Zhu Wenshu's hair with his fingers, and said calmly, "I want to make money."

it seems to be like this.

Zhu Wenshu knew that his family was not well off before, but he didn't expect to be so poor that he needed to drop out of school.

She felt a little sore in her heart, and reached out to hug Ling Chen's waist.

Thankfully it's different now.

Ling Chen lay down and held Zhu Wenshu in his arms.

"Remember when I said, the first time I saw you was at the bookstore?"

"Um."

"At that time, I heard you say that you were from No. 1 Middle School," Ling Chen chuckled, "I thought, why don't I report it, maybe I can see beautiful women again. Take a look, just take a look."