"You're contradicting yourself when you said that again." She tried to debunk him.

He was amused by her tone.

He wanted to say that he had never touched her with a finger.

It's not that don't want to, it's that can't.

As long as it's not good for you, I won't do it. This is not something a man who is only in love can do. We only say that love is too thin, not only love, but also close relatives. A person's long-cherished thoughts can be so deep that they will never forget their past. It is absolutely impossible to rely on love as a feeling, and because you are the only relative. A person can be empty of everything and despair, and it can never be achieved by losing a mere love.

Thinking about it like this, I was really incompetent in the past, unable to protect my lover, nor my relatives.

In the end...it should be extremely regretful. he guessed.

"Yes, I think," Shen Ce affirmed again. He is a man, there is no reason not to want to.

He smiled again and said, "I just said it to coax you."

Zhao Zhao was not annoyed, but smiled instead.

She is not stupid. The two have only met for a few days. Of course, that kind of thing is just to listen to, to make her happy.

Shen Ce was facing a one-way glass. Outside the glass is the crystal lamp in the downstairs field.

He has been thinking for the past two days, how could she not be able to see that her brother loved her dearly when she was so smart. He was so in love that he didn't dare to go back to Shen's house easily, and he was so in love that he didn't even dare to listen to her bathing. All the "dare" in his life was towards her.

"It's hot?" He touched her ear, and there was warmth in the roots of her hair.

Zhaozhao said "um". His hand was testing the pulse under her neck, pounding through the skin and hitting the pulp of his fingers.

He pulled her hair up and looked there.

Zhaozhao sat still, but there was a sense of danger of being stared at by a beast at his neck. This sense of danger was so exciting that when he kissed there, his whole body shuddered. Shen Ce's breath swept across her ears, under her neck, and on the curvature of her chin, and she felt the trembling sensation round after round.

Like the golden-yellow wheat waves under the wild clouds, they were pushed to her in waves and stroked on her body.

"Did you lock the door?" She dragged her sanity desperately.

"No." He found her lips.

Zhaozhao slipped his eyes to the two wooden doors, pricked his ears to listen to the outside, but opened his lips under his pressure to let him in. His tongue pressed hard against her, down to her throat, and Zhaozhao kissed him with difficulty. The force of the kiss was too heavy and heavy, with heavy breathing.

"In case anyone comes in—"

He smiled: "There is no case."

The long kiss, from being wrapped in a blanket to being scattered, from her sitting on the side, to finally straddled on his lap, from heavy to light, to inseparable kisses.

She finally reluctantly slid her index finger under his lips. just want to be still with him every second, no longer flow.

She noticed that she was always in his eyes, and then looked at the slightly closed eyes. I want to try it for a long time, the most gentle eyes. She wanted to kiss her, but a light flashed in Shen Ce's eyes, like Feihong swept across the water, but she was the only one who had seen this Jinghong.

His eyelashes pressed down, covering his eyes.

Zhaozhao leaned over, pressed his lips to those eyes, and the two were silent there. She was suddenly burnt to the face and buried her head on his shoulder. Kissing is obviously much more intimate than this, but it is completely different. She actually had numb lips, and she managed to get rid of it by biting and restraining herself. She just felt that she had done something amazing to flirt with him...

Looking at him again, he has opened his eyes, and he seems to have been distracted by the moment just now.

"You have beautiful eyes," she whispered.

Shen Ce smiled dumbly.

Zhaozhao rubbed his face on his shoulder for a while, and gradually found that the room was getting dark, feeling weird, thinking it was his hallucination. She looked up at the lamp, and it seemed to be really dark. Just as she was about to ask, Shen Ce had already come over and whispered in her ear, "If you don't speak, it will be dark."

Zhaozhao seemed to be watching the sunset, and the lights went from bright yellow to dark yellow to dark red...

"Dark red looks the best." She also said in his ear.

He regretted saying it, he couldn't see it.

Shen Ce looked specifically at the overhead lamp.

He didn't see red when he was young, and he was curious about what red was. He looked at it with corrective glasses and was not surprised. Afterwards, the elders in the family loved to collect ruby, and in his eyes it was gloomy and unspeakable.

He, who never felt it was a pity in his life, felt powerless at this time.

"It's not too good-looking, you don't have to look at it." Zhao Zhao was saddened by his seriousness.

Shen Ce suddenly looked back, her pupils reflected in her eyes.

He wanted to look at her lips, recall the color of her lips, and contrast the dark red light in front of him. But can't recall, nor in memory, everything is there, fresh as new, but there is no such color.

He lowered his eyes, covered his eyes, and said with a smile, "I still can't imagine it."

It seemed that he had finally conceded defeat.

In fact, the light in the room had already turned back to dark yellow because of the voices of the two of them.

He didn't notice it at all.

That night, Zhaozhao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, just regretted it repeatedly.

It seems that Shen Ce shouldn't have the emotion of "admitting defeat". But she thought that she was making a big fuss. There are many people who are colorblind, and it is not a serious disease. It is sad to be on him.

The next day, Shen Ce's whereabouts were unknown again.

During dinner, even Uncle Shen would ask Shen Yan strangely what Shen Ce was doing recently, which surprised Zhaozhao. It stands to reason that if he is socializing, Uncle Shen should know better.

She stayed in her sister's room at night, trying to get distracted and think about something else, say, college life in the future?

When it was time to go to bed, a knock on the door interrupted the chat between the two sisters.

"Who is it?" my sister asked.

"I, Shen Yan. Find my aunt."

Zhaozhao rolled over and got out of bed.

Outside the door, under the corridor lights, Shen Yan reluctantly smiled to himself and lowered his voice: "If it's convenient for my aunt, find an excuse to go downstairs with me?"

It stands to reason that Shen Yan doesn't know their affair.

But Zhaozhao saw the pleading in his eyes and guessed: It's urgent, it's for Shen Ce.

Zhaozhao immediately said loudly, "Okay, right away."

Zhaozhao was wearing cotton short-sleeved, short-sleeved pajamas. He didn't have time to change, so he found a large silk scarf for sun protection and wrapped himself. After entering the elevator with Shen Yan, Shen Yancai said, "Last time, my aunt persuaded me to come down, and this time I just want to find you. You also know that the wedding banquet is three days away, and he is the best man again..."

"He punched again?" Zhao Zhao was shocked.

Shen Yan frowned: "Looking like this, it's impossible for the best man. My aunt persuades me to come down first. It's all the people I called there, and I dare not let the people in the building know."

"What's wrong with him? Is something wrong?"

"I don't know." Shen Yan really didn't know.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhaozhao ran out.

Indeed, outside the elevator on the first floor, there were a few strange men guarding him, but they all recognized Zhaozhao and didn't stop him. When she ran into the gym, she heard the muffled sound of fists and legs. The figures of him and the boxer on the stage could not be distinguished from each other for a long time, and their fists and legs were extremely fast. She ran to the boxing ring, and before she could identify which one was him, she shouted: "Shen Ce!"

As if no one could hear her, she finally ran forward and found him with the soft rope in her hand.

There was blood on the hemp rope on his hands, both of them, sweat soaked in blood all over his body, Shen Ce suddenly smashed the opponent back two steps in a row, followed by a kick back.

"Did you hear that?! Shen Ce!"

The boxer fell on the rope, his eyes were red, and he pounced on Shen Ce again.

Her eyes were filled with the fists and legs of the two of them, as if she could see the blood flying. This is not ruthless, this is already a battle of "biting" the opponent's flesh. But let them fight again, and someone will be seriously injured.

Zhaozhao kicked off his slippers and was so anxious to get up that he almost fell. He said loudly to Shen Yan, who had just run behind him, "Help me!"

Shen Yan grabbed her and said, "That Muay Thai master can't understand Chinese! His fists and feet have no eyes! You can't go up, it's too dangerous!"

"Let you help me! It's not for you to pull me!" Zhaozhao looked back at Shen Yan without doubt.

She shook off his hand, grabbed the soft rope again, and climbed onto the ring.

There was a constant tremor under the soles of the feet, the effect of a fierce fight.

Without hesitation, she got under the soft rope and said, "I'll go over if I don't stop." The wind from her fists and feet had already swept her face, her skin.

She closed her eyes and walked forward without any hesitation.

"Uncle!" Shen Yan gasped as Zhao Zhao approached with bare feet.

Zhaozhao suddenly tightened his arms in the darkness and hit the man's chest.

Before he could open his eyes, a force of gravity hit him across the body in front of him. It was a punch from the boxer. But it also played a role, the boxer also saw that Shen Ce was holding Zhao Zhao, and tried to retreat backwards, ending the attack.

This time, he slammed into her across his body, and Zhao Zhao's heart also shook.

Her eyes turned red in an instant, and she opened it: "Do you have to stop like this?"

The person hugging her was motionless, all she could smell was the stench of sweat mixed with blood on his body, her throat was choked, and she was panting because of the violent ups and downs. His face rubbed slowly over hers, Zhao Zhao's breathing froze until he saw his entire face, in front of his eyes.

The forehead, the corners of the eyes, and the corners of the mouth were all bloodstained and dark blue.

There was no one in those eyes, no reflection, not even her. The eyes that are too dark are the darkness that can suck in everything alive.

Zhao Zhao seemed to be facing a stranger, who seemed not to be Shen Ce, not the one she knew.

"Shen Ce?" She called him softly.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the movement behind him, and seemed to want to throw himself back.

Zhaozhao quickly grabbed his hand, ignoring that Shen Ce was covered in sweat and blood, and hugged him: "Calm down." Shen Ce's abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles were tensing in waves, and it was the hand-to-hand fight just now. in state.

"What happened? Are you unhappy?" she asked softly, "Let's go down first, shall we?"

In the eerie silence, Zhaozhao found that he ignored him at all.

She raised her head, Shen Ce was drooping her eyes slightly, as if trying to recognize who she was.

Zhaozhao was suffocated by him, and said softly, "It's okay if you don't go, it's fine."

Shen Ce still didn't respond, not even a single star.

Zhao Zhao hugged him again.

Close your eyes, listen to his heartbeat, and try to calm yourself down. I have hugged him, he will be fine...

There was no beauty in this scene, Shen Ce was covered in injuries, his eyes were full of anger, and the rope wrapped around his hands was full of blood. But it also has a weird image. Shen Yanxiang saw a vicious tiger that had bitten the throat of its prey and tore off the flesh piece by piece, and was hugged by a girl. The biting tiger was still identifying whether it was prey that could be shredded in front of him. The girl had already put her face close to his neck and recognized each other softly.

An eighteen-year-old girl, who was born in ballet, was born so beautiful that Shen Yan thought she was a gentleman. After more contact, gradually agreed with Liang Jinhua's words, she is a large enchanting red flower in the thick fog. Tonight, have a more subversive cognition. If you want to approach the soul-defying lusciousness, you must be careful of the thorns entwined under your feet.

She is a red flower with thorns and a white jade with blood.

The boxer gradually calmed down, laying on the ropes, panting heavily. Tonight Shen Ce was really moving, and he couldn't stop at all, because Shen Ce was fighting for his life, and if he was careless, he would be hit with a killer move. At the beginning, Shen Ce paid a lot of money to invite this old boxer to come out again. What he wanted was this kind of fighting style, the most primitive way of fighting, and there was no life or death on the stage.

Zhaozhao felt like his fingers touched his neck, like an unconscious movement.

She suddenly wanted to cry and could sense what he was fighting against. Although this intuition was absurd and baseless, she still wanted to cry. I want to tell him, brother, hurry up and recognize me, hug me, don't keep doing this.