"Vishia," Wen Lin frowned and walked over to call her. There was no blanket on the floor, and there was no fireplace in the room. It was very cold.

Hearing that Vicia moved, she raised her head, her eyes were red, and she looked at Wen Lin blankly.

After being stunned for a moment, Vicia suddenly touched Wen Lin's fingertips tentatively, then shrank back suddenly, and whispered,

"If you don't like me being close, then I won't touch you, as long as I can see you again, that's fine."

The drunk man's voice was vague, and Wen Lin couldn't hear it clearly, so she had to get closer, trying to help her up.

Carefully observed Vicia's expression, as if she had cried.

Wen Lin had only seen this complacent appearance on the first day she met Vicia, and her eyes darkened quietly.

Wen Lin helped the person to the bed, then went to light the fireplace, sniffing the smell of alcohol in the room, Wen Lin thought about it and went out to burn hot water and bring it in.

From beginning to end, Vicia's eyes were tightly locked on Wen Lin, and her eyes followed wherever she went.

She wiped Vicia's face and hands in an unfamiliar manner. When she moved her gaze to Vicia's feet, Wen Lin realized that blood was oozing out from her ankle, and then looked at the wet mud on her body, like Fall and injured.

I don't know if she was really drunk or confused, or because of something else, Vicia was very cooperative with Wen Lin's actions.

After changing the dirty clothes and applying medicine to her ankles, Vicia stayed quiet the whole time, except for stubbornly pulling on Wen Lin's sleeves, not willing to let go.

After everything was done, Wen Lin felt a little weak, and helplessly sat down next to the edge of the bed, looking at Vicia, who seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and asked tentatively,

"Vicia, what happened?"

Wen Lin was a little curious and a little worried, what happened in the half month that Vicia left, that made her so complacent.

Who would have thought that Wen Lin would be fine if she didn't ask, but Visia reacted violently as soon as she asked her. She held Wen Lin's wrist tightly and pulled the person towards her.

Unpredictable, Wen Lin fell into Visia's arms, and was held tightly by her, the strong Wen Lin suffocated for a few moments.

A choked cry came from my ear, "Why did you forget me?"

The voice was very soft, not questioning, not accusing, more like expressing full of grievances.

The person who has always been calm and steady has now taken off all the strong shells, and revealed to Wen Lin in the softest and most fragile appearance.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be scratched with a few chaotic knife marks, and the pain in the life of the sharp broken knife was difficult to calm down.

A few vague scenes of deja-vu flashed in her mind, Wen Lin's head suddenly swelled, and the pain became more and more sharp, and she was allowed to hold Vicia for a while.

At the same time, the wrist of the left hand began to become violently hot, and the skin of that piece was soaked in the boiling oil.

Wen Lin bit her lower lip tightly, trying to make the blurred ghost in her mind clear. A strong sadness came along with the increasingly bone-eroding pain, and Wen Lin couldn't help groaning twice.

Vicia seemed to be aware of Wen Lin's abnormality, she let go of her hand at a loss, and asked in a panic, "Am I making you feel uncomfortable again?"

Reluctantly holding up her spirits, Wen Lin looked at the extremely humble Vicia, and the uncomfortable feeling in her heart became more obvious.

As if Vicia shouldn't be so humble...

What went wrong? Wen Lin shook her head hard, her whole body soaked with sweat.

When the pain subsided, Wen Lin realized that she was lying unconsciously on Vicia, who was looking at her in disbelief.

For Wen Lin's initiative to get close, Vicia looked very happy, her red eyes were moist and bright, "You don't hate me anymore?"

Really drunk, Wen Lin sighed helplessly, such a childish tone didn't look like Vicia's usual demeanor at all.

However, being looked at by Vichy's expectant eyes, Wen Lin's heart softened suddenly, she pinned a few strands of hair on Vichy's cheeks behind her ears, and nodded,

"I don't hate you, I never hated you."

Vicia was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes filled with ecstasy of lost and found. She looked at Wen Lin in disbelief, and her hand fell along Wen Lin's shoulder blade to her back.

The sudden burst of force suppressed Wen Lin to the death, and they slowly approached.

Everything around her became blurry, and only Wen Lin was left in Visia's eyes. She slowly approached Wen Lin with a hazy mist shrouded in her eyes.

Carefully, a light kiss fell on Wen Lin's forehead.

Wen Lin couldn't help but tremble, Vicia's lips were very soft, and the feeling of the skin being close to each other made her soul tremble.

It seemed that something hit her heart straight from her forehead, making her instinctively not want to refuse.

After Wen Lin reacted, she struggled to push Vicia away, but unexpectedly Vicia's strength was surprisingly strong, she imprisoned Wen Lin in her arms, "You don't hate it, don't hate it."

A few vague and stubborn soothing sounds wrapped around the skin with the cool touch.

The lips stayed on the forehead for a moment, then slowly moved down, sucked the corners of the eyes and brows, slid to the bridge of the nose, inch by inch, and finally landed on Wen Lin's lips with a satisfied sigh.

Wanwan cautiously, Wanwan solemn, and gently attached.

At the moment when the two lips were pressed together, the water light slipped from the corner of Vicia's eyes, and she slowly breathed the breath that was suppressed in her chest. Vicia trembled and hugged Wen Lin tighter.

The gradually drowsy thoughts made Visia feel as if she was floating in the clouds, and she couldn't help thinking that it was all a dream.

Slowly closed her eyes, followed her body's instinct to outline Wen Lin's lips, and then reached in, her lips and teeth met. wrapped around.

The temperature of each other is densely entangled, the breath is entangled, and each second of touch is clearly perceived.

The wine was long, and Vicia was hot all over. She felt uncomfortable, but Wen Lin in her arms was cold, and it was very comfortable to stick to it.

At this time, Vicia's mind was blank, she couldn't care about anything, she tugged at her clothes indiscriminately, even turned over to overwhelm Wen Lin, and put her hand in along the neckline.