The night is thick, and the rain outside the window is rushing, beating on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, dull and monotonous.

However, the room was full of ambiguities. Under Ji Yanzhou's strong attack on the city, Song Wenting had no choice but to look up at his fair neck, and was forced to be aggressively invaded by men.

The profile of his face cast a beautiful shadow, and the male hormones all over his body stained every part of Song Wenting's body.

The delicate and boneless arm was brought by him to put it on the back of that shoulder, it looked like she was actively hooking him up for a kiss.

Song Wenting was completely powerless to think, her almond eyes were half-glamorous, and she was subconsciously led by him to stick out the tip of her tongue to respond.

She clearly felt the man's back tense, as if a switch had been touched suddenly, and within a second, the man's movements became more violent.

The powerful arms climbed up her back and tightened tightly, she was completely covered in his broad chest, and the kiss moved from the lips to the earlobe, extremely lingering.

Song Wenting was about to cry, she seemed unbearable, and begged in a low voice: "Ji Yanzhou, don't..."

In exchange, the man's hoarse voice filled his eardrums with bewilderment: "Hey, call me husband."

The heartbeat in his chest was beating weightlessly, heavy and hastily, Song Wenting's water-stained eyes curled up, his mind was still not clear, and he was pressed back by his sudden kiss to the lips.

A few seconds later, he kindly let her go, parted his thin lips for half a minute, pressed down his thick eyes and said again: "Why don't you call?"

Song Wenting kept fluttering his eyelashes like a beautiful butterfly, easily stirring up the monstrous waves that he was suppressing in his heart.

Ji Yanzhou couldn't help but pecked her lips lightly again: "Is your husband not serving you well?"

"..."

Song Wenting blushed completely, and the whole person hugged him in his arms, like being roasted in the heat, hot and melting.

She finally responded: "Okay..." Her voice was soft and trembling, "Thank you...husband."

The man leaned down again, this time even more excessively, with his tall body pressing heavily on her, he couldn't restrain himself from asking: "Is it true?"

In the ambiguous voice, Song Wenting replied chaotically: "What?"

"You really want to catch me?"

A slight pain fell along with his words, and the moisture in Song Wenting's eyes became more intense, and the end of his crimson eyes overflowed with coquettishness.

She asked softly, "Well, will you give it?"

The scorching heat hit, Ji Yanzhou's sharp Adam's apple rolled out of thin air.

Thin sweat dripped from the forehead, and his tone rolled in his throat a few times before he finally squeezed out the sound: "Here."

The corners of the woman's lips raised when she heard the words, her face was flushed, and her beautiful, clear and lively eyes were not as cold as before. They were now filled with water, revealing an irresistible beauty.

Ji Yanzhou's kiss struck again.

This time he has a clear purpose.

The next day, the clear light shone through the translucent tulle onto the woman's flawless side face. She was sleeping sweetly, her skin was white and pink, and there was a smile on her lips.

The curtains were drawn with a slight sound.

Song Wenting moved her long eyelashes slightly and opened her half-open eyes.

She didn't sleep for a long time, but she never slept very well, and she couldn't fall asleep even if there was any movement.

Soon there was a rustling sound by the bedside, Song Wenting turned his eyes, and the figure came closer to his eyes.

The back of the bare upper body was wide and smooth, and the slightly arched back outlined a beautiful arc. He was pulling the zipper with his eyes downcast, and then his slender knuckles clasped the belt and made a "click".

Song Wenting was startled, and the haze in his eyes was instantly replaced by Qingming.

The man turned sideways slightly, stretched his long arms, and bent down to pick up the shirt from the edge of the bed. Due to the action, the waist with a perfect curve is exposed, and the muscles are clear and full of strength.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the hard feeling when I touched the wipe with my hand a few hours ago, it was tight and hot.

A few inches above, there are several dark marks of ambiguous depth.

Just when Song Wenting was so embarrassed that he wanted to get into the quilt, Ji Yanzhou's drooping face caught her with his dark eyes. He looked calm and could not see the ruthlessness of last night.

The four eyes are facing each other.

In this slightly awkward and different moment.

Song Wenting covered half of his face, and under his increasingly dark eyes, he muttered: "Aren't you tired?"

Ji Yanzhou's Qingjun raised his eyebrows slightly, and he asked back, "Do you still want it?"

"??"

After this reminder, all kinds of charming things from last night came to mind, and her face was buried under the soft quilt again.

Song Wenting didn't know how he could misinterpret her words like this. Seeing the man's energetic appearance, there was a momentary imbalance in his heart.

Why do I feel tired and uncomfortable like I ran eight thousand meters?

Ji Yanzhou looked away, picked up the crumpled clothes, and picked up a clean shirt by the way.

His face was hidden in the junction between the gray light outside the window and the inside of the house, and he buttoned his buttons one by one slowly.

Song Wenting didn't want to move, she curled up under the quilt to watch him move, and when he buttoned the last button, she complained, "I'm right."

Ji Yanzhou blinked: "Huh?"

Song Wenting's face was red, only revealing a pair of eyes that fascinated people. She continued: "You are fierce and violent."

The tone is delicate and soft, so pitiful.

Ji Yanzhou finally suppressed the restlessness, but also had thoughts.

He leaned closer and gently pulled away the quilt she was holding tightly.

But Song Wenting didn't let him succeed.

Finally, through the gap, his eyes fell on the deep and shallow hickey marks on the woman's fair collarbone.

His eyes darkened immediately, and his voice was very low, inexplicably bewitching: "I didn't grasp the severity for the first time."

He pulled her wrist and scrubbed it lightly, with heart-pounding strength.

But his next sentence continued: "Then I will try to be gentle next time."

With her beautiful eyes wide open, Song Wenting couldn't believe it.

But the moment he reacted, his whole body became hot.

She brushed his hand away, wrapped herself in the quilt again, and wanted to scold him for the first time, but in the end she could only scold him in her heart: Shameless.

Thinking about the next time so soon?

She doesn't want it.

With a hoarse and smiling voice, the man leaned over and hugged her directly under the quilt, "Don't forget what you said last night."

Song Wenting was a little uncomfortable, and she was out of anger, so she replied, "What?"

Ji Yanzhou approached her earlobe, and his voice overflowed from his throat: "You said you wanted to catch me."

He bit it gently and continued: "I'll wait."

"..."

Song Wenting doesn't know if others are like her.

Because of last night, it seemed that everything today was extremely uncomfortable.

She packed up and didn't go out until the afternoon, enduring a lot of soreness, a string was stretched all over her body, she was more deliberate than ever before, she sat upright, and walked with a touch of coldness, which was even more obvious. It's inhumane.

It was near evening before she began to put on makeup under Xia Nan's leadership.

Tonight is a special concert held by the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism. As the inheritor of the Qing'an School of guqin, she will naturally participate.

She prepared two tracks, which were interspersed in many programs, and her makeup and costumes had to be changed.

"Sister Wen Ting, this is a skirt."

Xia Nan handed the bag in her hand and urged, "Go and change it, it will be too late."

The more impatient she was, the more she brought out Song Wenting's calmness.

She looked at herself in the mirror with her makeup done, and was glad that Ji Yanzhou didn't leave a heavy ink on her neck last night.

But where the shirt barely covered it, it was unsightly.

Thinking about it, the roots of my ears started to feel hot again.

She coughed lightly, picked up the bag and went into the changing room.

Xia Nan's footsteps came from behind: "Sister Wen Ting, please hurry up, after the host is over, it will be you."

Song Wenting answered "yes", opened the door, and walked in.

Xia Nan really couldn't see her slowness, so he snatched her pocket in an instant: "Let me help you, hurry up."

The usually cold expression changed in an instant, Song Wenting immediately pulled off his clothes, and his movements were a little big: "No need."

Xia Nan was stunned for a few seconds, and then Song Wenting quickly explained: "Nuan, I can change it myself. Don't worry, I promise I can change it in five minutes."

"Oh, good." Xia Nan did not doubt him, after all, what she said just now was a bit of an invasion of privacy, and she quickly returned to her smile, "Then I will wait for you here."

"Yeah." Song Wenting said five minutes, but she walked out before the time came.

The skirt is a half-cheongsam design, not exaggerated or revealing, and it outlines a good figure in an elegant manner, which is the eye-catching place.

Come out of the dressing room, walk around the backstage with people coming and going, and squeeze behind the scenes.

The teacher who was urging the field to see her rushed over immediately, and then began to put on a headset for her, and she would pick up a few words from the host later.

As the lights on the field dimmed, Song Wenting walked onto the stage with that graceful figure.

After the first guqin song "Moon" ended, she was left on stage by the host: "Mr. Song's "Moon" is your original work?"

Song Wenting answered naturally: "Yes."

The host said the lines that were right in the morning: "What's the meaning? Can Teacher Song tell us in detail?"

Song Wenting's eyes slid through the dense shadows under the stage, and finally stopped at a certain place, there was a door leading to the outside.

She raised her eyes lightly and smiled: "It's probably a vulgar story."

The host motioned for her to continue.

"Love is the same torture as love to go too far, just like the moon in the sky and the thorn in the throat, one is far out of reach, the other is stuck in the throat, one can't touch, and the other can't let go."

Song Wenting's eyes staring at the camera are clear and clear: "But I like things that are out of reach, so this song is called "Moon". The moon is the moon in the sky, and it will always become the moon in the arms."

She paused for two seconds and continued: "I hope everyone can find strength in the music and be brave month by month."

This explanation was not in the lines she had spoken to before, which caused the host to panic for a few seconds. Her professional quality was too strong, except for Song Wenting, who knew the inside story, the audience couldn't tell from her unchanged expression.

She went on to ask, "So, is this a courtship song?"

Song Wenting tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then responded, "Well, that's understandable."

The host's curiosity was ignited, and she pointed out: "Can I ask Mr. Song, what is the source of inspiration for this song?"

Song Wenting sat upright, without any hesitation: "The inspiration came from a long time ago. It was in high school. The main melody was first formed, and then the song was composed."

There was not much time for the inquiries, and soon the host began to knock the closing remarks: "All along, everyone is not familiar with the guqin, and the songs they know are the most familiar. But in fact, the lost scores are like thousands of stars, countless. And As an inheritor, in addition to inheriting the 'before', the more important thing is to pass on the 'after' and innovate the development of qin music. Teacher Song, her orchestra and research institute have been taking action, so please pay more attention."

There will be several other performances of the same folk instruments in the future, but Song Wenting will have to wait until the end, and take a group photo on stage for nostalgia.

She had already changed her dress, and after chatting with Xia Nanyufeng and several members of the group, Song Wenting hid in the corner with her phone in her hand, and chatted with Yu Qianqian for a while.

She mentioned the folk music program on the phone, but Song Wenting really couldn't provide much useful information, and she knew even less than she did.

At the last moment after hanging up the phone, Yu Qianqian muttered: "The marriage between the senior and you, why do I feel more and more plastic when I look at it?"

Song Wenting laughed, but didn't explain.

After hanging up the phone, there was a sudden turmoil in the lounge, and a person came in by the door holding a large bouquet of flowers.

Ignoring everyone's surprise, he raised his eyes to patrol the room, and then asked, "Excuse me, who is Miss Song Wenting?"

For a while, her eyes fell. A woman who knew another band playing the guzheng was closest to the door. She pointed with her jade hand: "Wow, Teacher Song, ninety-nine roses."

Someone followed suit.

Song Wenting put away her phone, her brows furrowed, she approached, and twisted the card from the beautifully packaged champagne roses.

The words above are strong and powerful, but they are not from Ji Yanzhou.

Simply wrote: [You are beautiful tonight. 】

The author says:

I tried my best