She Came To My Concert

Zhu Wenshu stared at Ling Chen twice, then suddenly walked around the car and walked to the driver's seat.

"Let me drive."

"you?"

There was a hint of surprise in Ling Chen's eyes, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Of course I have."

Zhu Wenshu had already sat in the driver's seat when he spoke, "A few days ago, I helped my dad drive."

After Ling Chen put the suitcase away, he went straight into the co-pilot.

He closed the door, not in a hurry to fasten his seat belt, but saw that Zhu Wenshu was familiar with the operation of the center console and lights.

"Really want to open?"

"Um."

Zhu Wenshu nodded seriously, "Didn't you just return to Jiangcheng this morning? You can sleep in the car later, I drive very steadily."

Hearing this, Ling Chen still didn't wear his seat belt, but just looked at Zhu Wenshu deeply.

"What happened to you?"

"You rest first, go back and talk about it, it's not a big deal."

Zhu Wenshu turned his head to look at Ling Chen, and suddenly leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt, "If I tell you to sleep, then go to sleep, and ask so many questions."

Although Ling Chen saw that Zhu Wenshu was not very interested, it really didn't look like something bad had happened to her. It was a bit reluctant for her to go over the center console to help him fasten his seat belt because of her height.

"Okay." He held Zhu Wenshu's hand, "I'll do it myself."

"Um."

Zhu Wenshu didn't try his best, and after letting go of his hand, he suddenly put his face on Ling Chen's shoulder and rubbed against his neck.

However, he whispered in his ear: "I love you so much, Ling Chen."

During this journey, Ling Chen really fell asleep with peace of mind.

When he opened his eyes, the car had already parked in the underground garage.

"woke up?"

Just as Zhu Wenshu turned off the fire, seeing Ling Chen woke up, he suddenly said in a muffled voice, "You still said you were not sleepy, and you never woke up along the way."

Ling Chen didn't speak, and got out of the car straight after loosening his seat belt.

When he walked to the driver's seat and opened the car door, Zhu Wenshu was pulled out by him as soon as he took the car keys.

His steps were faster than usual, as if he was in a hurry to get home.

Zhu Wenshu didn't say a word, and was led by him into the elevator quickly.

In this residential area, there is one household per elevator, and there is basically no worry about meeting other people.

But the two stood in the elevator and still didn't speak. Zhu Wenshu looked down at the ground, while Ling Chen's palm was a little hot, and he tightly held Zhu Wenshu's hand, and his thumb stroked the back of her hand from time to time.

This elevator seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the confined space was almost overflowing with the emotions of the two of them.

With a "ding", the floor has arrived.

Before the elevator door was fully opened, Ling Chen took Zhu Wenshu and strode out, faster than the steps in the basement just now.

After a while.

As soon as the door was closed, before Zhu Wenshu had time to reach out to open the door, Ling Chen held his waist and pressed him against the door.

He held Zhu Wenshu's forehead with one hand, and hugged her waist with the other.

Breathing caught off guard, he lowered his head against Zhu Wenshu's forehead and asked with a smile, "How much do you love me?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't speak, he turned his head, the tip of his nose meandered down from the side of her head, and kissed her all the way to the earlobe.

"say."

Ling Chen didn't wait for her to speak, but instead heard a sobbing sound.

His eyes froze, and he leaned back slightly to see Zhu Wenshu's expression clearly, but he saw her suddenly put her arms around his waist and buried her head on his chest.

Ling Chen raised his hand to caress her back, and his voice softened.

"uncomfortable?"

"no."

Zhu Wenshu responded, but his throat was sour, and he was brewing a lot of words in the elevator but couldn't say a word.

A moment later, her hands passed through the hem of his sweater and reached into his waist.

Wherever the warm and soft fingers passed, there was an itching sensation like an electric shock, which made Chen's whole body's muscles tense suddenly, and an uncontrollable muffled moan escaped from her ears.

In the next second, Zhu Wenshu's fingertips rested on the wound on his waist.

Ling Chen seemed to realize something, and his whole body froze.

"Does it still hurt?"

Zhu Wenshu leaned on his chest and asked.

After a long time, Ling Chen replied.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The lights are not turned on in the room, which makes people's sense of touch and hearing particularly keen.

Ling Chen felt that Zhu Wenshu's fingertips were gently touching his scar, as if he wanted to smooth the bump.

"Don't do this in the future." Zhu Wenshu's voice was full of tears, "If something happens, I will—"

She choked, didn't say any more, stepped on to kiss the corner of Ling Chen's mouth.

"I do not regret."

Ling Chen bowed in response to her kiss.

The cold wind howled tonight, blowing away the thick clouds.

The temperature in the room builds up in the dark.

Ling Chen hugged Zhu Wenshu's waist, stumbling and kissing towards the room, with scattered clothes all the way.

The bathroom was shrouded in white mist, and the water stains stretched all the way from the sink to the edge of the bed.

Zhu Wenshu was still wearing Lingchen's shirt, and there were still drops of water on the tips of his hair.

She leaned on Ling Chen's lap, but her legs curled up weakly.

"Who told you that?"

Ling Chen's voice was a little hoarse at the moment, and his fingers were wrapped around Zhu Wenshu's wet hair, "Teacher Zhang?"

Zhu Wenshu didn't answer, propped up his upper body, and stared at his waist

Stared at the scar for a moment, then leaned over and kissed.

This place has been kissed by her countless times tonight, and Chen still feels unbearable.

He leaned against the bed and closed his eyes, tilted his neck up, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop rolling.