Chapter 54

Song Ling was slightly startled, she remained silent and did not answer her words.

Fingers stroked her hairline and eyebrows, with nostalgia, and slowly outlined her profile, as if stroking a precious collection.

Song Ling looked into those eyes, she was expecting, waiting for her answer.

She never thought about this issue, the initiative has always been in Shen Zhao's hands, what she needs to consider is whether Shen Zhao will leave her, she has never considered whether she will not want Shen Zhao.

Such a question is too stupid, Song Ling chuckled lightly, slid her fingers across her chin, she grabbed her face, and with a playful tone, said: "You are the one that I tried so hard to come up with, how could I not want you? ?"

Shen Zhao looked at the person above her head. She had already changed the direction of the question. She seemed to answer her question, but she secretly changed the initial assumptions.

What is she expecting, begging Song Ling to love her and want her?

She stared into her eyes, which was an inevitable look, and in those eyes, she saw the self that was completely defeated.

Love is equal and respectful.

When she was tempted, she fell into endless desire and covetousness, hoping for more, trying to find equal and dignified love in this relationship that had no dignity and equality at the beginning.

From the moment she admitted to falling in love with Song Ling, she had already lost.

The initiative has never changed, no matter what she becomes, it has always been in Song Ling's hands.

She hates herself like this, what is this?

Remind myself over and over that she was just something Song Ling had worked hard to get, so don't expect more, don't beg for alms from a victor like a beggar.

That's it, that's it.

Don't keep falling down...

Song Ling lowered her head and kissed her lips, which they hadn't done since the last time she made a deal with her, saying that they would give her an equal and uncoerced relationship.

But their bodies have memories. The moment they touched, they were too familiar with each other's bodies.

Strictly fit and intimate.

At zero o'clock, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the window. It seemed that the whole sky was going to explode to celebrate the coming new year.

Song Ling raised her head again from below, she held Shen Zhao's face, lust filled her eyes, she sank in this sea of ​​joy, the rumbling sound from the window resounded in her ears, almost instantly , she lowered her head to kiss her lips.

"Azhao, happy new year."

It was her own taste, mixed with hers. Shen Zhao closed his eyes, and there was a tear streak at the end of his eyes. Song Ling caught a glimpse of the wetness, and gently wiped her with his fingertips, kissed her eyes again, and swallowed all her emotions at this moment.

"Song Ling..."

She was calling her, and Song Ling hummed softly in response to her.

"You can't leave me. If you rob me, you will be responsible to the end." Shen Zhao's nose was sour. She hated herself like this, but she was still terribly afraid, as if Song Ling did not ask her permission to send it to her. She was tied to her side, and then one day, regardless of her thoughts, she was ruthlessly abandoned.

Song Ling unconsciously raised the corners of her lips and smiled, feeling her need for herself. She hugged her body, clasped her waist with both hands, and tempted her to say, "Tell me, you love me."

Shen Zhao opened her eyes, her eyes were full of lust and wet tears, through the mist of tears, she could not see the face in front of her, but she could hear her clear voice.

Song Ling asked her again, "Azhao, say you love me, and sincerely, don't lie to me."

Shen Zhao looked at her, her whole body was shackled and unable to move at all. Her lips were trembling, and she could even hear the sound of her teeth being clucked. Finally, she heard herself say, "Song Ling, I love you."

Song Ling raised the corner of his lips in satisfaction, his eyes filled with a smile.

Shen Zhao had never seen Song Ling's smile like this. She loved her, so that's why she smiled so happily.

She and Song Ling tossed until dawn. It was a long night. On the first night of the new year, Song Ling seemed to be never sleepy or tired. She was about to die.

When the sky was dawning, the sound of firecrackers sounded again. In the end, she was so sleepy and tired that she had no physical strength, so she buried herself in Song Ling's arms and fell asleep.

Not knowing how long he had been confused, Shen Zhao suddenly woke up and remembered the thing about dumplings.

She still has to get up to cook dumplings and go to the hospital.

Seeing her sitting up suddenly, Song Ling raised her sore arms, wrapped her waist around her from behind, and pressed her face against her snow-white and smooth back, and asked sleepily, "What's wrong?"

Her face was a little cold, and she couldn't help shivering when it was attached to her back, and her breathing suddenly became short.

Her body was too sensitive to let Song Ling touch it.

Not even his voice trembled consciously, Shen Zhao said softly, "I still have to cook dumplings!"

Song Ling also suddenly remembered about the dumplings. She curled her lips and pulled the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with a smile. She also sat up hugging the person in front of her, her jaw resting on her shoulder blades, and her head suddenly bit her. earlobes, the voice is charming: "I'll cook."

Shen Zhao shrugged his shoulders and climbed up her whole body tremblingly.

Her earlobes were so red that she didn't even dare to look back at her.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her side face facing the light. Under the sunlight, her ruddy face was translucent.

The hand that wrapped around her waist suddenly climbed up inch by inch, fiddled with the familiar place, and Shen Zhao shouted out loudly: "Song, Song Ling - stop making trouble! If you don't go downstairs, it's really too late! "

Song Ling smiled, "Why are you still so shy after so long?"

Shen Zhao's body was very sensitive and could hardly stand any provocation, but all the sensitivity was discovered by Song Ling. Song Ling knew her body better than herself.

Song Ling bit her ear lightly, her voice dragged in a long tone, endlessly lingering: "You are so sensitive, I can't put it down, and I want you again, what should I do? I won't cook the dumplings, let Ming Shu buy a copy later. Send it, how about it?"

Shen Zhao was ashamed and annoyed, and pulled away her wicked hand, wanting to cry without tears: "I really can't do it, Song Ling, if it goes on like this, it won't happen..."

"Then it won't happen." Song Ling reached out to pull her, but Shen Zhao quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The moment her toes stepped on the ground, Shen Zhao's legs trembled and she couldn't stand. She swayed all over. She turned to look at the person on the bed. Seeing that she suddenly lowered her eyes and stared at the sheets without blinking, she followed her line of sight. In the past, good guy, so big, was so ashamed that wanted to burrow into the ground.

Song Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone slightly raised, and she laughed and teased: "Azhao must be made of water."

"Song Ling, you're so shameless!" Shen Zhao was so embarrassed that he pulled up the shawl on the shelf next to him and surrounded himself, picked up the clothes on the ground, and regardless of the trembling of his legs, he ran out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom.

I hurriedly took a shower and went downstairs to cook dumplings. By the time everything was packed and packed, it was almost nine o'clock.

Shen Zhao looked at the time, blamed Song Ling with anger, and said angrily, "It's all your fault, it's seven o'clock, it's almost nine o'clock now."

Song Ling wasn't annoyed either, the corners of his lips were lightly pulled, and he took the food box and walked out, saying, "Let's go."

The two got into the car and drove to the hospital.

On the first day of the new year, the first day of the new year, everything seems to be new.

Shen Zhao rolled down the car window, and the cold wind blew in, making her feel relaxed, even the air seemed to be new.

Song Ling turned to look at her and reminded her with a smile, "Aren't you cold? Don't catch a cold."

Shen Zhao was excited, she wished she was a bird, able to fly out of the window and soar freely in the air.

"I'm not cold. Song Ling," she called her, Song Ling glanced at her, didn't answer her, and listened to her continue: "This is a new year, everything is new."

Song Ling lowered his eyes lightly, and after a long silence he said casually, "Yes, everything is new."

"Azhao, happy new year."

Shen Zhao turned her head, the wind blew her long hair and fluttered in the sky, she replied, "Happy New Year."

The car drove to the hospital, and the two got out of the car and went upstairs. Once they reached the thirteenth floor, a familiar face from the nurse's desk greeted them with a smile: "Happy New Year."

Shen Zhao also greeted them and met many people along the way. Her mood improved for no reason, and the corners of her mouth kept rising. Song Ling followed behind her, feeling her vigor.

Shen Zhao dimpled a smile, turned around and pushed open the door of the ward, just called Dad, when he saw the people in the room, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, the whole person was stunned, and his eyes stared at the room without blinking. people in.

Song Ling followed behind her, and before she entered the door, she saw her standing beside the door in a daze, frowning slightly, she raised her heels, and her brows furrowed even deeper after she caught a glimpse of the people in the room.

The person in the room is Raisel.

Shen Zhao froze there, pursing his lips and couldn't say a word, the soles of his feet were like nails, and he couldn't move.

After a long while, she spoke slowly: "Sier..."

Just half a step out, her arm was suddenly pulled, and she realized that Song Ling was behind her at the moment.

She clenched her palm lightly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Song Ling raised his jaw and cast his gaze straight at the sight in the room.

Rui Sier caught a glimpse of the two of them, and her eyes fell on Song Ling's hand holding her arm. She lowered her eyes for a while, then smiled and said, "Zhao Zhao, I heard that my uncle is sick, come and see him, beforehand. I called you but didn't get through, so I had to come first, happy new year."

Shen Zhao's throat tightened, she tried her best to open her lips, not knowing what to say, and finally said: "Happy New Year."

Shen Zhao walked into the room with her feet raised, Song Ling followed behind her, came in and put the food container in her hand on the bedside table.

Shen Zhao walked over, opened the lunch box, and poured out the pre-cooked dumplings, as well as the dumpling soup from the lower layer, and brought them to the table in front of the bed.

The dumpling soup was full, and she accidentally knocked it on the foot of the table. She shook her hands, the dumpling soup spilled on her hands, and the back of her hands suddenly turned red. Father Shen took it quickly and asked in surprise, "Is it hot?"

At the same time, Rui Sier raised his arm subconsciously, but the moment Song Ling stretched out his hand, he slowly and silently retracted it.

Song Ling saw all her expressions and helpless actions in her eyes. She took out a tissue to wipe it for her. The dumpling soup was poured right after it was boiled. .

Song Ling's eyes paused for a while, grabbed her wrist, dragged someone over, and continued to wipe for her, while saying in a low voice, "What are you panicking about?"

Shen Zhao raised his eyes subconsciously and bumped into Song Ling's indifferent eyes, and a heart suddenly lifted up nervously.

Father Shen noticed the difference between the three of them, and the atmosphere in the room was a little depressed and silent for a while. He took the initiative to relax and spoke to Rui Sier: "Sier, thank you for coming to see me, I'm much better."

Only then did Rui Sier pull her gaze back from Shen Zhao's body, her eyes were a little lonely, she forced a smile, and said to Father Shen, "Uncle I should, I'll go first if I have something to do."

Father Shen nodded and smiled lovingly: "Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

Rui Sier snorted, turned to leave the room, and suddenly stopped when she reached the door. She turned her head and looked at Shen Zhao, who was lost, and suddenly said, "Zhao Zhao, can you send me off?"

Shen Zhao was startled, raised his head suddenly, turned to look at the person beside the door, but did not speak.

At the same time, she felt the fingers on her wrist suddenly tighten.

Song Ling lowered her head and didn't look at her expression. She only held the back of her hand, lowered her head and carefully inhaled for her. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, she said lightly, "Shen Zhao, I can't tolerate her."