Chapter 39

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

She put on makeup tonight, and it was temporarily done by Lin Manman. Lin Manman's technique was rough, and she drew her eyeliner thick and long. When she came over one night, it was all smudged, and her eyes were dark and large. shine.

Shen Zhao didn't have the energy to entangle with her anymore, she turned around to push the door of the room, but before anyone could walk in, a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.

Song Ling leaned against her back, warm and fragrant nephrite in her arms, with a faint smell of alcohol, rushed into her breath, and her body instinctively swayed a series of ripples.

She didn't lie or lie, she did miss her, and missed this body that she hadn't touched for a long time.

The first taste of forbidden fruit was more addictive than she imagined.

She was infatuated with Shen Zhao, and it exceeded her expectations.

She was full of interest, but the people in front of her didn't seem happy.

Song Ling lowered her head, hugged her from behind, put her face sideways behind her ears, her lips approached her unconsciously, and kissed her earlobe, her voice full of charm and a bit of helplessness, and said, "I said , go take a shower, how many times do you want me to say it? I don't like the smell of alcohol."

The ear bead was bitten in her mouth, the breath was sprayed behind the ear, and the warm nose rubbed there lightly, Shen Zhao trembled all over, and a heart was about to jump out of his mouth in an instant.

Almost instantly, she pushed her away with her elbows, "I'll get my pajamas."

Song Ling was stabbed by her, and before she could react, she saw that someone had already run into the bedroom.

She stood at the door in a daze, looking at Shen Zhao who fled away in a panic, suddenly raised her lips into a chuckle.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with gentle words, at least Shen Zhao is a person who eats soft and not hard.

Shen Zhao took her pajamas into the bathroom, and quickly turned around to lock the door. She stood there motionless, her heart beating wildly.

Her eyes fell unconsciously on the doorknob, the alcohol confused her, her mind was chaotic, and she almost forgot who she was.

After taking a shower and returning to the room, Shen Zhao felt uneasy, looked around and found that Song Ling was not in the room.

She took a short breath, and before she had time to relax completely, a voice suddenly sounded behind her, with a clean and pleasant tone, "What are you looking for?"

Shen Zhao turned back, his hair was still wet, and the towel was draped over his shoulders.

Song Ling stood at the door with a cup in his hand, Shen Zhao's eyelids drooped slightly, staring at the things in her hand.

Song Ling walked in, raised the cup in her hand towards her, walked to the bedside and said, "Come here and take the hangover medicine."

Shen Zhao pursed his lower lip, the discomfort in his stomach was much better, but he still had some heartburn.

She pursed her lips, walked over barefoot, and bent over to take the cup and pills in her hand.

Probably because she had just taken a bath, she had a faint scent on her body, and her face was small and fresh, flushed to the ground, clean and crimson.

She had a great figure, her pajamas were loose, and she had a perfect curve due to her stooping down.

The water droplets from the hair fell on Song Ling's legs, and the icy coolness spread to the depths of his body in an instant.

Shen Zhao took the pills and drank a large glass of water. Song Ling got up and pulled her to leave, but Shen Zhao was startled, struggled and didn't move, with anxiety in his eyes, he blurted out and asked her, "What are you doing?"

She is like a bird frightened, but she clearly knows her intentions, but she deliberately pretends not to know.

But the more this is the case, the more Song Ling is reluctant to explain to her.

Song Ling pursed her lips tightly, exerted a little force on her hand, dragged the person away with all her strength, and walked to the sofa, she ordered, "Sit down."

Shen Zhao didn't know what tricks the people in front of her were playing. She looked down at the sofa in front of her and sat down after being silent for half a second.

Song Ling walked to the bathroom, took the hair dryer, then walked to Shen Zhao's side, bent down and inserted the plug into the socket behind the sofa.

Moments later, the whining noise of the hairdryer came from the room.

Shen Zhao knew her intentions, looked up at her, and said, "I blow it myself."

Song Ling glanced at her, "Sit down."

Shen Zhao knew that he had no room to speak, so he had to bow his head in compromise.

Song Ling knelt on one knee on the armrest of the sofa, with the other long leg between her slightly open legs, blowing her hair like that.

His fingers were fiddling with the hair on the top of his head, Song Ling's movements were very light and gentle, and Shen Zhao was drowsy from the hot wind.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning, and she rarely stayed up so late since sleep resumed during this time.

She wanted to sleep, but couldn't.

When finally finished blowing hair and the hair dryer was turned off, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

"Azhao..."

There was a voice above his head, Shen Zhao responded instinctively, raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

Song Ling held her face in both hands, bent down and lowered her head to touch her forehead.

The scent of the shower gel was intensified by the temperature, just under the tip of the nose, it was inexplicably hot, Song Ling's breath was hot, sprayed on her face, Shen Zhao felt her cheeks hot,

She just didn't deserve her.

The air didn't know when it became ambiguous, and Shen Zhao's heart pounded, making her almost ringing in her ears.

Song Ling held her face with both hands, and caressed her ears with the pulp of her fingers, rubbing it calmly, again and again.

She suddenly said slowly, "Azhao, don't be mad at me, okay?"

After he finished speaking, before Shen Zhao could speak, he pressed his head and kissed her, overwhelming the sky and covering her.

Shen Zhao instinctively pushed back, trying to distance herself from her. Song Ling held her head and pressed the back of her head to him. His voice was soft like water, "Don't push me away."

The sound was like a curse, and Shen Zhao actually stopped all movements, letting Song Ling's kiss climb up, making her unavoidable.

Breathing staggered, Shen Zhao could feel her familiar breath, she and Song Ling had done much more than Sier.

Everything is developing with instinct, and the waist is soft and numb, Shen Zhao told himself, that is the most instinctive reaction of the body.

She doesn't love Song Ling.

So it turns out that emotion can also deceive people.

Song Ling felt the change in her body, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up. She reached out and moved down, grabbed her waist, brought her up, and fell onto the bed in three steps.

Song Ling was lying on top of her, her fingers touched the buttons on her back, and she was slightly startled.

"After taking a shower, do you still want to wear this?"

Shen Zhao didn't answer her, the alcoholism had actually subsided long ago, but she still sank as if drunk, her eyes were slack and lustful, and she looked at the person above her head with lust.

Song Ling took off the cover on her body and put her hand over it. She trembled all over her body, shaking uncontrollably.

Song Ling leaned over and kissed her lips, attacking her all.

She was mad and abandoned her senses. Shen Zhao looked at the person above her head, tears slowly flowed down her eyes, slipped into her hair, and looked at her through the mist of tears. At this moment, she suddenly didn't know, who is this person in front of her?

Is it Song Ling, who she should hate and resent, or Song Ling, who is sinking with her at this moment, and who is dominated by her body and occupies all senses?

She couldn't stand the contradiction between her body and her mind. This painful situation almost killed her.

And Song Ling was the killer with the knife.

The lips gradually moved down, and Shen Zhao was suddenly startled. She lowered her eyes and followed her body to look at the person who was leaning over there. Her voice was trembling, and she asked her out of tune, "What...what are you doing?"

Song Ling raised her head, put her hands on her knees, winked like silk, and said, "Azhao, I want you to be happy."

Shen Zhao was embarrassed, she reached out and picked her up, turned with her, then turned over to hold her down, she took the initiative to kiss Song Ling's lips, licked and bitten with hatred, and entangled with her.

"Song Ling, kill me." She was tortured to the point of going crazy, and her body and reason couldn't help herself.

She was entangled with her, like venting. She didn't know whether it was hatred or the instinct of the body.

Or maybe both, but how much each of them accounted for, she suddenly didn't know.

Song Ling's long eyes raised slits, and she looked at the Shen Zhao who hated her at first but suddenly changed unknowingly.

At this moment, there seems to be no answer to the question of which one takes the upper hand first, love and desire.

There was even a moment when she suddenly felt that hatred didn't matter, and hatred to the extreme might be love. She was not afraid that Shen Zhao would hate her, she was only afraid that she would be a pool of stagnant water.

Song Ling raised her hand to hold the back of her head and pressed her hard, she kissed her, entangled with her, and said vaguely, "Okay."