When the Heroine Becomes Paranoid

Sometimes Song Ci will feel that he is unscrupulous, and he will think that he is shameless and indecent and shameless.

But she can convince herself very well that as long as she gets everything she wants, everything else is trivial.

Warm saw the scar on her chest, which made her react so much, it means that this scar is very important to her, and it is the only capital she can keep warm.

And all the changes of warmth to her today fully prove the importance of this scar to her, so she must make good use of this capital.

She said that no matter what her status in the warm side, as long as she can be with her for a long time, she can not care about anything.

Song Ci put her warm hands on the scar accurately, put her hands on her warm shoulders, squinted her eyes slightly, pressed her lips, and coaxed softly: "Warm, Don't go, okay?"

She licked her lower lip lightly, panting, "I want you to stay with me, okay?"

The door was violently pushed open, hit the wall, bounced back, and fastened tightly.

Song Ci was pushed against the wall with warmth, she bent her waist and pressed herself against the warmth.

All the emotions are too deep and urgent, like mobilizing all the senses, powerless and brave, feeling the warm and hot kiss.

Explosive, exciting, everything rushed into her brain, making her confused and unbearable....

Song Ci felt that it was difficult to breathe, the sky was spinning, the cold walls, the soft sofa, the most common items, but they seemed very strange.

They seem to be sinking....

Indulgence...

In an unscrupulous attempt to chase and retain....

Song Ci called softly, "Warm, do you like me?"

She spoke too softly, and the warmth could not be heard, so she could only ask vaguely, "What?"

Song Ci lowered her eyes and did not ask any further questions.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

As long as you can be with the warmth, those promises don't matter

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Looking at Song Ci's scar or You Jiayi's scar, her eyes would be sour, with pity and an indescribable sadness.

Warm every time she sees this scar, there will be a pain in her heart that makes her feel overwhelmed.

She doesn't know where this emotion comes from?

Song Ci's eyes flashed, she obeyed the warm fingers.

"...like it?"

Song Ci's kiss was a little impatient, she seemed to be eager to confirm something, "Warm, do you like it? Do you like it? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you..."

Song Ci was lying on the sofa, looking at the warmth with hazy eyes and pulling away.

She came back to her senses and hugged her warm waist, "Don't go, don't go, I'm wrong, I won't say it, okay? Don't go..."

"Song Ci, what do you think of yourself?" said warmly and coldly.

Song Ci paused for a while, and the corners of his mouth held a smile, "I, I love you."

Yes, I love you, I am the one who loves you Zhao Nuan the most? !

Wrinkled warm brows, said solemnly: "Then what is our relationship?"

Song Ci's lips wriggled, and he hesitated: "We...we are together, so we...we..."

What is our relationship?

She suddenly became hoarse, unable to say a word.

Song Ci's evasive remarks made Nuan feel hopeless, her chest seemed to be severely strangled, and pain swelled at the top of her heart.

She grabbed Song Ci's clothes and roared: "Song Ci, why are you telling me, what is our relationship?!"

"Speak out? Tell me, in your heart, what is our relationship?!"

Song Ci lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the warmth.

Nuan Nuan held back her tears, looked at Song Ci, gritted her teeth and said: "In your heart, you think that our relationship is not good, you Song Ci, just an underground lover of my Zhao Nuan, a white man. Moonlight stand-in, right?"

Trembling fingertips clasped the sofa leather tightly, Song Ci remained silent.

Song Ci pressed her fist to her lips, she dared not speak.

Silence, silence is fine.

She is afraid that she will make Wennuan even more angry if she says one more word, what will she do when she leaves?

"Why did I ask you to talk!?" Seeing Song Ci's silence, Wen Nuan got angry and kicked the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The huge friction sound made Song Ci tremble.

In the silent living room, there was a warm panting voice and Song Ci's low whimper.

Warm looked at Song Ci and was taken aback by her. She felt heartbroken, and she suppressed her desire to hug Song Ci.

"Why don't you talk?" He stung his neck warmly, "Aren't you able to talk before? To be with me, whether it's a stand-in or a lover, you say you can be with me as long as you can. Together, any identity is acceptable, isn't it quite easy to talk about it? Why did I ask you to say that our relationship is so difficult?"

"Or, in your heart, our relationship... it's hard to tell, right?" Wen Nuan said word by word with red eyes.

"No," Song Ci bit his lower lip and said in a trembling voice, "It's not hard to tell."

"Then what do you think of my relationship with you?"

Song Ci took a deep breath, raised his head, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and looked at the warmth, "It doesn't matter."

Warm eyes widened, unable to believe: "What is it?"

Song Ci clenched his fists, looked at the warmth with a painful expression, and then looked away.

"What is it?" Warmly shouted.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what your identity is, as long as I can be by your side and be with you all the time, even if it's a dog, I'm willing to be a dog." Song Ci shouted heart-rendingly , "So, I don't care what my identity is, I don't care what others think of me, it doesn't matter..."

She felt that everything around her became blurred, and she couldn't hold back her choked voice and pleaded: "Song Ci, I beg you, don't do this..."

Song Ci froze in place, watching Wen Nuan cry in front of her, her chest seemed to be hit hard.

Song Ci walked to Nuan, raised her trembling hands and embraced her, "Warm, don't cry, don't cry, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Warm don't know what's wrong?

The tears fell uncontrollably, and a burst of unstoppable grief smashed her heart, her heart seemed to be pounded, slapped, twisted, and torn apart by something hard. ...

She couldn't bear Song Ci being so humble and inferior in front of her.

The familiar burning sensation in the chest suddenly came out, and the hot and warm tears rolled down.

"Song Ci, I have never regarded you as a lover, a substitute, you are my girlfriend, the person I like, my lover, this is your identity, you know ?"

Song Ci's eyelids trembled, tears fell quietly, and he replied in a trembling voice: "...En."

"The scar on your chest is not a substitute, but a memory that I have imprinted in my mind early on." Warm doesn't want this scar to become a permanent gap between the two.

Song Ci was confused, and choked: "Remember?"

"You don't remember? You asked me to accompany you back to the classroom to change your clothes when you were in physical education class in your first year of high school. I saw this scar on your chest by chance. , I met a girl abroad. We were classmates. During swimming class, I saw the same scar on her chest as yours. At that time, I felt a little familiar, but I forgot where I saw this scar. , Later, when I returned to China, I saw a scar similar to that **** your body, and I was a little surprised, wondering why your scars look so similar?"

Warm can't explain the origin of this scar, and she herself doesn't know where the sword-like scar on You Jiayi and Song Ci came from.

She can only make things up to eliminate the gap between the two.

It is ridiculous to say that I hate others to lie to me the most, but I am full of lies.

Retribution?

Forget it!

The wound was clearly on her body, but it was her who hurt her heart every time. She made a mistake, and it should be so.

She can't cry because she doesn't deserve to…

She finally buried herself completely and turned her girl into bones, and this kind of redemption was her honor.

Song Ci's pupils trembled, her brows wrinkled, her voice hoarse, "That girl...is that the one you like?"

The warm chin rested on her shoulder, and sighed: "Aci, you didn't listen carefully? That girl is just my classmate. I accidentally saw a tattoo on her chest. The scar, and that scar is very similar to yours, so I am a little familiar, so, all along, the girl I really miss in my heart is actually..."

"It's me?!" Song Ci trembled slightly, and her eyes instantly brightened.

"Well, it's you," a small smile appeared in the warm eyes, "Actually, I just found out that it has always been you."

You Jiayi is you, Song Ci is also you.

She found out too late and made her girl suffer too much.

Song Ci's heart was beating like thunder, and he said nervously: "Then... Does that mean that you have always liked me?"

The corners of her warm mouth rose, hugging Song Ci's waist tightly, "Yes, it's you who I have always liked."

You are the only girl I am so attracted to.

Song Ci felt that his heart was beating so fast, as if it was going to explode.

She cried with joy and hugged the warmth tightly, "I...I....I..."

"It's okay, I'm right here, talk slowly, I'm listening." She caressed her trembling back warmly and tenderly.

Song Ci grabbed her clothes and hurriedly asked, "Do you like me?"

"Well, I like you."

"You love me too?"

"Well, I love you."

"You, you want me, right?" Song Ci looked at her with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of timidity and anticipation.

She kissed her warmly and said loudly, "I want you."

Song Ci sobbed and choked: "Warm, thank you, thank you...you love me and want me, thank you..."

She seems to be being abandoned all the time.

Mother abandoned her for prosperity, and father abandoned her for pleasure.

The lively and joyful world abandoned the indifferent and lonely Song Ci.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, she still has warmth, which is the light she begged from heaven.

Even if she pays any price, she only needs an inch of light, and an inch of light is enough to warm her.

She cried the most fiercely and ruthlessly, but Song Ci was exhausted.

Warm picked Song Ci up and put it on the bed in the bedroom, the little crying bag still did not change, after crying, her eyes were swollen so badly, it looked like two Xiaolongbao.

The ends of the eyes are red and the eyelashes are wet with tears.

Sitting warmly on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her cheek, she leaned over and placed a kiss between Song Ci's eyebrows.

"Good dream, little crying bag," she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said warmly, "Tomorrow is a good weather, there will be sunshine, warm wind, and I will be here."

Song Ci's frowning brows stretched out, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

She heard it.

It's nice to see the warmth as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow.

The author has something to say: The heroine is wronged: I don’t want to be so humble and inferior!

Warm and helpless: Be good, don't make trouble, counterattack is impossible.