She wanted to get close to him, but she couldn't hold herself...

It's not that Shen Ce wants her, it's that she wants to. Zhaozhao's lips moved away, and he stroked the tip of his nose lightly, and the heat of his breath caught and seduced him. She wanted to bite, but Shen Ce's Adam's apple suddenly slid, much larger than before.

So she didn't move. Thought he would bow his head and waited for a long time, but he didn't.

She raised her face back, wanting to look at him.

The shadow of the light reflected on the mirror surface and entered Shen Ce's eyes.

Shen Ce's hand slid down from her face, wanting to go down and hug her, but he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. He can see everything in the mirror. Seeing her hair rubbing against his shoulders, seeing her looking at him.

The man's breath fell on her skin, and Zhao Zhao's heart was about to burst through her chest and rushed out. He wants to kiss himself.

Shen Ce had a very light smell that belonged to him, and the shaving water was mixed with a fragrance that was not often seen on ordinary people. It was the smell when the incense burned out, decadent and rich.

There is a sense of hard work that the long night will never end, and a sense of the end of everything...

Zhao Zhao was suffocated by this smell, her lips trembled slightly, she was sad, sad. But soon this feeling disappeared, and only the heart was beating dully: "Brother." She called him uncontrollably.

"Yeah." He agreed unexpectedly.

"I seem to be… out of breath. It's a little uncomfortable."

The tailor outside the door suddenly spoke softly.

She was hugged by him behind her waist, and she involuntarily leaned in front of him. This was the first time that she hugged him like this, like really hugging her brother, her hands wrapped around his waist, Shen Ce's waist was very narrow.

The underside of her neck was pressed by the pulp of his fingers, and she felt itchy, so she pushed it away.

Although he knew he wanted to test his pulse, he still didn't want him to move.

Zhaozhao's thoughts spread out, spreading endlessly like the curling smoke. Think of the tea room in the basement, think of the audio-visual room in Hong Kong, and then think, there seems to be no words hanging there.

"Do you have a letter?" she asked, "I'll write for you when I'm free, and send it to you."

Shen Ce was silent for a while.

It's a knock on the door. The tailor outside the door did not see anyone going out, and asked if the clothes were out of order.

Zhaozhao wanted to leave, but the hand behind her waist held her, unable to move. Shen Ce told the outsiders to let the tailor go to have a tea break first, and the outside answered, and the conversation disappeared.

"Mu Ye." He bowed his head again and said.

"Muye?" She thought for a while, "Uncle Shen likes King Wu of Zhou?"

Muye Yangyang and Tanche Huanghuang are the scene of the battle between the commanders of the three armies and the battle of Muye by King Wu of Zhou.

He accidentally corrected: "Cheng is also Xiao He's 'also'."

She thought about it and smiled again: "You said maybe 'also', it's not simpler."

It's simple, but he prefers to use it.

Because at that time, the whole world was saying that his policy was: success is also very clear, and defeat is also very clear.

For Zhaozhao to bear the pain that no one can bear, to suffer the humiliation that no one can bear, and to die. The king of rivers and waters is in danger in a hundred battles, but in the end, it is only a matter of time. When Zhaozhao dies, everything is in vain.

He knew that his end was not good, that he was a prince who fell into the dust, but his eyes were empty and could not be seen.

He is a taste of the tripod and a glimpse of a leopard. God made a game for him, the past was chaotic, what will happen tomorrow, good or bad, painful or happy, can't be predicted, it's all based on speculation.

It seems to return to the time when fighting against the enemy, where the heroes compete, the world is divided into five points, who is the enemy and who is the friend today, who will send troops to attack, who will temporarily form an alliance, and who will put a sword in the back tomorrow, it is unpredictable. .

"Why this 'also'?" Rarely, usually Muye.

"I have... a sister from a distant room. She learned to write at the age of three. Writing is always troublesome, so I changed it."

Another sister, still far away.

Zhaozhao thought a few times in his heart, and asked inadvertently, "How old is she?"

Shen Ce observed her expression in the mirror, and it seemed that she was no longer sad, so she asked, "Is it comfortable? Going out for a walk, being locked here will make you feel stuffy."

Seeing that he was avoiding the question, she imagined a delicate little sister entangling him, pulling out a tissue to wipe off the many marks on the mirror. Shen Ce opened the two doors, but he was relieved that he didn't see her following.

"Ten years younger than me," he said at the door.

If you are ten years younger, are you only in your early ten years? Zhaozhao didn't speak, but the vinegar in his heart was relieved.

The two are reconciled, and they haven't been apart for a day.

Wherever she went, he was there. During lunch, someone asked them to accompany their elders to eat. Shen Ce told them that they were not at home and took her out to eat alone. She also wanted to go to Fisherman's Wharf, where she said the wrong name when she came. The sun was shining and she didn't wear a sun hat. Shen Ce bought her a roadside straw hat under the bridge, and he must let her go to the bridge to see it. Zhaozhao was puzzled, what was so special about a bridge across the water, but the small pier across the bridge looked good.

A tour guide behind him said, "This is the Bridge of Lovers. Everyone walks and finds a good marriage."

Zhaozhao immediately felt that the sound of the waves was also pleasant, and the small pier surrounded by iron railings from a distance was also charming. The scorching sunlight that could not be blocked by the brim of the hat was just right on the tip of the nose and lips, making it itchy. But the brim of the hat blocked her vision, and she couldn't see the expression of Shen Ce who was beside her.

Until, his fingertips scratched her chin lightly at an angle that others could not see.

At night, he was still around. Zhao Zhao's age is not enough to enter the real field of Macau.

Shen Ce invited two of the best dealers and opened a suite to entertain Shen Jiaheng and the others, just like in the waterside pavilion of Shen's house. The Shen family's etiquette is sufficient, no matter how they have been entertained, they have to return it.

However, people who are polite and clear are usually the least sympathetic, because their sympathy has already been paid off.

The croupier took off the cardboard shell of the new deck of cards and stuffed them into the dealer. In the mechanical sound of "swoosh", Zhaozhao sat in the far corner and looked at the croupier with his chin up. Shen Ce's legs were very long. , stretched out under the poker table. At first the two of them had their legs side by side, but then she felt tired and put it on his right leg.

Shen Ce's expression remained the same, Qu Zhi tapped the table twice: "Change the deck."

It seemed to be knocking on her.

Upon request, the dealer opens a new deck of cards and places it in the dealer. In this gap, Shen Ce reached under the table, lifted her leg, and put it on his own leg comfortably.

Shen Yan, who was at the same table, couldn't see it, and Shen Jiaheng couldn't see it, but the person behind them pouring tea and water, and the other dealer who was resting on the side could see clearly.

Zhaozhao glanced at him, and Shen Yan suddenly chatted: "Does my aunt have a boyfriend? My brother-in-law said it."

"Boyfriend? Who is your brother-in-law?"

"I was fighting with my uncle in the ring that day," Shen Yan explained, "Liang Jinhua, he is my wife's brother."

No wonder he appeared so late, no wonder his younger brother Liang Jinrong also seemed to be extraordinarily close to the Shen family.

"In terms of seniority," Shen Ce asked the person behind him for water, "I want to call you auntie."

It's that person.

Zhaozhao is even more strange: "He said I have a boyfriend? I don't even know him."

"It's not like he said it," Shen Yan shook his head and explained to Zhaozhao with a gentle smile, "My uncle revealed it to others."

Zhaozhao looked at him in surprise.

"When did it happen?" Shen Jiaheng, who was on the far left of the table, also looked at Zhaozhao in surprise.

"Before... come here." Zhao Zhao responded, unable to guess why Shen Ce said this to others.

Seeing that Shen Ce's face didn't change, she took a hot towel and wiped her hands. She touched a board of white pills, half tore the tin foil, and stuck two of the thin tablet boards into her mouth... Perfunctory, "Just now, just a few days."

He was taking medicine, and he was not feeling well.

The words on the medicine board were blocked by his fingers. Zhaozhao wanted to read it, but he didn't give it a chance.

"Classmate?" Shen Jiaheng frowned slightly, unhappy, "You are just looking for a boyfriend?"

Instead, Shen Yan asked with a smile, "What's my uncle like?"

Why is it my uncle.

Zhaozhao hesitated for a while, looking very secretive, but he didn't think how to say it. In particular, except for Shen Yan and Shen Jiaheng, everyone in the room looked at the intimacy of her legs with Shen Ce in their eyes, and the few outsiders who were still silent were listening.

Shen Ce took the glass with the light and took the medicine.

"He," Zhaozhao said slowly, "he's tall, good-looking, looks fierce, but he's a paper tiger and likes to coax me."

Shen Ce put the cup back on the tray.

"Have I seen it?" Shen Jiaheng asked.

"Of course I haven't seen it," Zhaozhao said immediately, followed by instructing Shen Yan, "Don't be so formal, especially don't say it in front of your elders." If it's too formal, my mother will definitely ask.

"This attitude is right," Shen Jiaheng misunderstood her meaning and echoed the persuasion, "Whoever makes a boyfriend will have one for life? It's just negotiable."

Zhaozhao couldn't speak any longer, and quietly retracted his leg.

Shen Ce gave Shen Yan a wink and asked him to take Shen Jiaheng to play at the home court below. Shen Yan didn't think much about it, thinking that his aunt was tired, so he asked him to entertain this distant relative alone. In a few words, Shen Jiaheng was invited out.

He nodded to the dealer, thanking him.

The dealer also nodded and left with the rest.

After Zhao Zhao disappeared, he pressed a poker card with his fingers and turned it on the flannel. Shen Ce's hand rested there, and his fingers were long and slender on the green velvet cloth. Just looking at the lines of the joints, he was very romantic.

He leaned over and watched her turn the card. Zhaozhao tilted his head at the stall about kissing and not kissing: "I just want to do this when I send people away."

He laughed.

"Don't say you don't want to?" Zhaozhao snapped.

"Yes, I think." He didn't deny it.

But when I hugged him to sleep in the past, she was the one who put her hand in the front of the shirt. In Hong Kong a few days ago, it was her who tried to touch her again. If she wanted to, she still wanted more.

Shen Ce touched her knee.

Zhaozhao didn't move. He pushed the chair away, and the man left the poker table. There was a movement behind the door opening and closing. She looked back strangely, why did she go out? Soon, Shen Ce came back with a gray and white cashmere blanket.

She was pulled by the wrist and pulled over.

Shen Ce hugged her to his lap, wrapped a fluffy blanket around her, and then hugged her into his arms. just touched her knee and felt cold. The air conditioner was running too hard.

"The legs are tucked in," he said.

Zhaozhao felt cold early, but he didn't expect this to cover, so he curled up his legs and sat curled up, and he stuffed the surrounding area tightly. Her waist and legs were hugged by him, and she involuntarily leaned in front of him, like in the morning.

"I think of you differently than you think," he whispered on her eyelids, "even if you stay with me day and night, and let me not touch you for the rest of your life, you can do it."

He can't say, we are different, I am different to you and ordinary men.

Holding her like this, like when they were young, she opened her mouth slightly around her neck and yawned; like he was carrying her, walking from Linhai to Chaisang on foot; like she wrapped a quilt around her feet, and a circle came out Encircle herself and her inside, resisting the ghost she fears; like her sleeping and waking up a few times, she will also sit and lean by the door, waiting for herself to put her sword on the floor and stretch out her arms to her , hold her in his arms to coax her to sleep.

Like her dressing in the mirror, he often borrowed Yan to see him. Seeing Zhao Zhao's beauty, he was not like ordinary men who wanted to hold onto possession first, but wanted to keep and hide, lest they would attract others' schemes.

However, she looked at his facial features and eyebrows very directly, often fascinated, but she was not very happy when she returned to her senses, saying that you have a good birth, and it will be cheaper for your future sister-in-law. She was really... always plotting against him.

He thought about how that night in the studio ended.

She insisted on taking off all her shirts and wanted to sleep with him in her arms. He turned off the air conditioner and had to rummage through the blankets to wrap the two of them in a ball, and make do with them all night on the sofa. This is really the only person he can't afford to offend in his last life and this life. If you want to kiss, I will go to moisten your mouth and drink tea first.

That's what sets them apart from others.

Shen Ce put his arms around her waist, her real breathing stretched between her neck, hiding the restlessness between men and women.