Chapter 23

Shen Zhao's room was a mess, Song Ling took her back to his room.

Song Ling's master bedroom is very large. Shen Zhao is wearing a large bath towel and her shirt is still wet. She stands at the door, soaked all over, looking at the furnishings in the room at a loss.

The alcohol numbed her nerves, and after taking a cold shower, she gradually regained consciousness.

She made a deal with Song Ling, subverting the moral beliefs she had accepted for nearly two decades.

She once spurned such a person, but she couldn't help being forced to become the person she hated.

In just a few months, she lost everything.

Including her love, along with her faith.

Song Ling turned around and saw her standing at the door. She frowned slightly and said, "Take off the wet clothes." After speaking, she took out a set of pajamas from nowhere and threw them at the end of the bed.

Shen Zhao's expression was sluggish, and after a while, she raised her eyes slightly. She stared at the pajamas at the end of the bed and the burgundy silk dress, she walked over to pick it up, turned to go to the bathroom, and a cold voice came from behind: " Change it here."

Hearing Song Ling's words, Shen Zhao stopped, and clenched his fingers tightly on his pajamas. After a while, he stood there and took off all the wet clothes and put on the pajamas when the person behind him didn't exist.

Song Ling stood behind her and saw her bare back and her wet hair draped over her shoulders, a desire to forbid restraint.

A young body is always beautiful. She is on the thin side, and her delicate collarbone can be clearly seen on her thin shoulders, but it is not the kind of scrawny and thin, and the plump place is arousing imagination. Slim and slender waist, with two sexy waist pockets on the back.

I don't know who said that only 2% of people in the world have waist dimples. It is called "Venus's dimples", which is a symbol of beauty and the sexy eye of the human body.

The burgundy nightdress slipped down, blocking Song Ling's vision.

She tilted her head slightly, her breathing increased involuntarily, and she didn't even notice it.

Shen Zhao turned her head and raised her eyes just to meet the lustful eyes of the person behind her. She was slightly startled and said embarrassedly, "I want to go to sleep on the sofa."

Song Ling knew what she meant, and she said in a low voice, "No, let's sleep together." After speaking, she suddenly added, "It's not that you haven't slept before."

Hearing her words, Shen Zhao suddenly remembered the photos during the day. They did slept in the same bed that night in Jerry, but at that time, she was not at all prepared, and she didn't know that Song Ling actually took photos.

She was probably stupid, not even a bit on guard, and fell into her trap from start to finish.

It was not until the net was closed that she realized that she had no escape.

The bed was huge, only one pillow and one quilt.

Shen Zhao still stood there, raised his eyes and glanced at the bed, his expression light.

Song Ling stood beside the bed, staring at Shen Zhao not far away. The two seemed to be at a deadlock, and neither of them spoke.

After two minutes of silence, Shen Zhao went around to the other side of the bed, took off his shoes and went to bed.

The whole person hangs by the bed.

She closed her eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly there was a clatter, the lights in the room went out, and it was pitch black.

The other side of the bed collapsed a little, Shen Zhao opened his eyes, and before he could react, his whole body fell into a soft embrace. She hugged from behind, the unfamiliar but familiar aura enveloped her overwhelmingly, and she was trembling even with her breath.

Song Ling hugged her from behind and pressed against her back tightly. Her body was very cold, and she could feel the coolness even through her pajamas. That kind of coldness radiated from the inside and outside, and it seemed that she couldn't keep it warm.

Maybe the method is not so clever. She had the idea of ​​giving up and felt a little guilt, but at this moment, the greed thing really existed in her hand, and those hesitant thoughts seemed to dissipate all at once.

People are very strange, all the unacceptable decisions in a moment, as long as you change your mind, everything becomes

easy

stand up.

As long as she is obedient, maybe... she can love her like that.

True feelings love with another emotion.

This is to fill the taboo that she dare not touch.

Shen Zhao's whole body was tense and tense. This posture made her embarrassed. The palm around her waist was warm and damp, and it was rubbed there through the cloth, which was burning like fire.

Song Ling could feel the stiffness of this body, she stretched out her hand and pinched her waist, her voice faintly rang in her ear: "Relax, I don't want you. Just hug you."

But just such a movement made Shen Zhao's whole body like a bird frightened. She trembled all over. Song Ling felt her tight waist and suddenly smiled.

It was obvious that they had just had a quarrel, but at the moment there was a sense of teasing her.

After a long time, Song Ling suddenly asked softly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Shen Zhao didn't answer her, Song Ling didn't wait for her answer, she understood and knew what she was thinking at the moment.

It may be impossible for her to accept such a relationship.

She was just nineteen years old, and there were many things in this world that she had never seen before. In her world, she may think that everything in this world is good and beautiful, there is no evil, and there is nothing unbearable.

But such innocence fascinated her.

Song Ling was nostalgic for this body, and his fingers curled up. She closed her eyes lightly, pressed close to her, her lips pressed against the back of her neck, felt the ripples under her fingertips, and said softly, "As long as you are obedient, I can give you whatever you want. You. I can also love you, love you, pet you..."

With charm in her voice, Song Ling was immersed in the beauty of her own weaving.

But hearing these words in Shen Zhao's ears, he only felt numb and angry. She closed her eyes impatiently, clearing everything about this person in her mind, leaving nothing behind.

She thought of her Sire.

Once those beautiful, they have a lot of beauty.

She imagined that the person behind her at the moment was Sier.

It seemed that only in this way could she resist her physical disgust for Song Ling.

The body gradually returned to a warm temperature, Shen Zhao's consciousness sank, but he still couldn't sleep.

I don't know how long it took, the people behind him gradually stopped moving, Shen Zhao tried hard to keep his breath steady, maybe she hadn't fallen asleep, so she could relax her vigilance.

He is also deceiving himself, as long as he pretends to be asleep, he doesn't know anything and doesn't remember anything.

She can comfortably comfort those moral beliefs that have been lost in her heart.

Song Ling felt that the breathing of the person in her arms was gradually slowing down. She raised her hand and crossed her chest, took her shoulders, and turned the person to face her.

She was as small as a docile cat, but only when she fell asleep like this.

The room was dim, and only vague outlines could be seen. He raised his fingers and traced lightly along his face from the forehead, and finally stopped at the corner of his lips, pursing his lips lightly, Song Ling lowered his head and kissed her gently, like a little bit of water, without going deep.

Shen Zhao felt the sudden approaching breath, and her heart beat faster. She suddenly wanted to open her eyes, opened them suddenly, and stared at her to break her vulgar habit of taking advantage of others.

To intimidate her and embarrass her.

Conscious of ups and downs, Shen Zhao buried his head and leaned against her neck socket, Song Ling's jaw rested on the top of her head, wrapping her whole body in his arms.

It doesn't matter what else, this body is in her arms.

She got it, everything is equal chips.

"Sil..."

Suddenly, there was a whisper in the silent room. Song Ling heard her sentence "Sier" clearly and clearly. The calm mood suddenly became agitated for a moment. She opened her eyes. Revealing indifference, all the beauty she weaved for herself collapsed at this moment.

Humans are very complex creatures, she told herself that the heart did not belong to her in the first place, and she didn't want that heart either.

But no, it doesn't mean that there can be other people in it.

She can be sure that she doesn't love Shen Zhao.

But this inexplicable irritability still caused her emotions to fluctuate, maybe it was just possessiveness.

First the eyes, then the body, and finally the heart.

Although she doesn't love it.

Although she knew that she had another person in her heart, as long as she didn't show it, she could still not care.

But he couldn't bring it up, in front of her.

Shen Zhao felt the solemn aura above her head, and she knew that her murmur had a reaction. This kind of revenge made her feel more pleasant than opening her eyes fiercely and staring at her.

She felt like a demon living in her heart, she just wanted to take revenge on Song Ling, take revenge on her fiercely, and use the method of hurting the enemy 8,000 and losing 10,000.

After a long time, all the movement and the scent of emotion vanished.

In the silent room, this silent war started silently and ended silently.