She Came To My Concert

But three or four times in a row, he held Zhu Wenshu's hand, turned over and pressed her under him, restraining his desire and asked in a deep voice: "Zhu Wenshu, are you sure?"

All that responded to him were Zhu Wenshu's drunken ravings.

Tossing and tossing like this until 4:30, Chen felt that there would be a problem if he continued like this, so he got up and went to the bathroom.

Originally, he just wanted to take a cold shower to calm down, until he opened the sink drawer and found a box of things inside.

Ling Xingyan has always been in charge of the decoration of this house, and Ling Chen has never bothered to worry about it, so he is very relieved of this manager who is both a brother and a mother.

Unexpectedly, the old lady was so careful that she prepared a small umbrella for him, and even pasted a post-it note on it.

"Please use it strictly according to the instructions, so as not to become a father at an early age like me."

So Ling Chen took this cold shower for half an hour.

After a long silence, Zhu Wenshu saw that Ling Chen had no intention of speaking, so he lay down secretly and tucked into the quilt.

After a while, the person beside him moved, she looked at his back uneasily, and asked cautiously, "Am I really drunk?"

Ling Chen didn't respond.

Just when Zhu Wenshu thought he was asleep, he suddenly turned over and looked straight at Zhu Wenshu.

There seemed to be a little aggrieved in his eyes.

"What the hell am I..." Zhu Wenshu asked tremblingly, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chen still didn't speak, just grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, still looking straight at her.

"You do."

He pulled her hand down and slid it against his waist, "This way."

Then along the hip, touch the root of the thigh, "This way."

"Still like this"

Finally, he took her hand and pressed it inside.

"...?"

Zhu Wenshu was so frightened by the touch that he froze, he struggled to free his hand, and couldn't speak fluently, "I am a teacher, how could I do such a thing."

Ling Chen didn't answer, only the ambiguity in his eyes conveyed like Zhu Wenshu - that's what you did.

On this silent winter night, Zhu Wenshu could clearly hear his own heartbeat, and felt even more dizzy.

After a while, she murmured, "It's the first time I've been drunk, so don't lie to me."

"I'm really lying to you."

Ling Chen turned over suddenly, put his hands next to her ears, "Of course you did more than that."

Zhu Wenshu was enveloped tightly by his breath, as if he had returned to the moment when he was most drunk, and his thoughts became very slow. Even when Ling Chen leaned over to kiss her, all her consciousness froze together with the air.

Tonight's kiss was hotter than ever before.

The obsessive voice slipped into Zhu Wenshu's ears, rushed into her chest, and hit her heart.

Ling Chen told Zhu Wenshu what she did when she was drunk.

Zhu Wenshu naturally didn't believe it, but when he took her breath away again and again, none of this mattered.

She enjoys being addicted to the lingering moment, and occasionally opens her eyes, looking at the appearance that makes Chen Qing dazzled.

The cold wind blows outside the window, and the warmth in the room quietly rises.

Zhu Wenshu felt that his whole body had started to feel hot, which was not the effect produced by floor heating.

Suddenly, Ling Chen opened his eyes, just as Zhu Wenshu was also looking at him in a daze.

The eyes of the two entangled, collided, and occasionally dodged and lingered under the dim light.

Even though he didn't say a single word, it was worth a thousand words.

Finally, Zhu Wenshu closed his eyes.

And Ling Chen looked at her with burning eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you really awake?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't speak, and the arm around Ling Chen's shoulders slipped down.

She is very nervous at the moment, and has lost the ability to organize words, only the body can make actions that tend to the heart.

She wanted to hug Ling Chen's waist and bury her face in his arms.

But when she really hugged Ling Chen and brought him in front of her, he remained completely motionless, still maintaining a half-kneeling posture.

He repeated: "Are you sure you're sober?"

Zhu Wenshu's fingers trembled suddenly, and his arm lost strength.

It's just that when the palm fell naturally, it brushed Ling Chen's trouser leg, and she seemed to touch something.

Originally, she didn't think much about it, but Ling Chen's body tensed even more because of it.

He suddenly grabbed Zhu Wenshu's hand and put it into his trouser bag.

Zhu Wenshu moved his fingers.

After feeling that she had pinched her, Ling Chen pulled her hand out.

In the bedroom there was only the light in the bathroom.

Zhu Wenshu didn't look at it, and knew what was in his hand.

Ling Chen didn't wait for Zhu Wenshu's answer.

He took something from her hand and fed it to her mouth.

"Bite."

Zhu Wenshu just moved his lips, holding the small plastic bag in his mouth.

Ling Chen's brows were tightly frowned, and he was already sweating before it even started.

He looked at the wishing book at this moment, and tried his best with every breath, otherwise he would lose all reason.

After a while, Ling Chen raised his breath suddenly and took away the thing from Zhu Wenshu's mouth.

Zhu Wenshu half-opened his eyes, the picture in front of him became very slow and unreal, like the memory floating in his mind when he just woke up.

Ling Chen bit the plastic package with his mouth, stared at her closely, and under her gaze, tore it apart bit by bit.

The movements were slow, as if giving her the last time to regret.

...

Ling Chen's house is the tallest building in the city.