That night, Eucalyptus Tong ushered in the first snow after winter. The real snow was not wet with rain.

There is no wind, heavy snow, one after another, under the dim light of the sky, the world seems to be full of love.

Someone looked up and saw a snowfall; someone looked obsessed and saw it was a dance.

Wen Li's dance ended, her heart was beating, and her chest was obviously heaving.Before the audience's applause sounded or her breathing recovered, someone held her chin, forcing her to raise her head, and then there was a kiss, which fell heavily.

Her lips were grinding hotly, and so was her heartbeat.A certain part of the skin on the body, can't tell where it is, is a little hot, hot, making Wen Li's cheeks and the end of the eyes turn red.

In full view of everyone, she was kissed, a kiss that was very longing, deep and thick.

Everything happened too fast and too suddenly, Wen Li's eyes widened helplessly, even his eyelashes were flustered.The moment the man kissed her lips and teeth, Wen Li faintly smelled a clear breath, like snow, like mint, cold and gentle.

Wen Li put his palm on his chest, pulled him away a little, and called him softly: "Chen Hezheng?"

Outside the dance floor, many people were watching, but he didn't seem to mind, he pinched Wen Li's jaw with his fingertips, and kissed her again.This time, he asked her to open her mouth, to penetrate deeper, almost to swallow.

The stunned crowd finally came to their senses, someone who took the lead blew a sharp whistle with their fingers, and the noise rose again.

The band was also great. They played "Wine Women and Song" in anticipation of the atmosphere, a classic waltz, and guests who love to dance returned to the dance floor with their partners.

The skirts were twirling, and Wen Li and Chen Hezheng were in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by dancing figures.

On a romantic and warm night, the snow outside the window and the bright light inside constitute this boiling world.

Wen Li's head was almost blank, his body was also soft, and he didn't know where his strength went.

After kissing for a long time, she waited for a moment to stop, her breathing was all messed up, her eyes were full of mist, and her soft fingers subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Chen Hezheng's waist.

Chen Hezheng lowered his eyes to look at her. His breathing was fairly steady, but his lips were bright red and slightly moist. Anyone with a little experience could tell what he had done at a glance.

Wen Li didn't dare to look at him, but couldn't help but look at him. His eyes were indescribably beautiful, and he asked softly, "Why did you kiss me?"

The kiss was so heavy that she could hardly stand it.

The crystal chandelier cast a light layer of gold on Chen Hezheng's body, making his face more and more clear. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he whispered, "I want you to know that I didn't misunderstand."

Wen Li didn't quite understand and looked up at him.

Chen Hezheng bowed his head, and pressed his forehead against hers, saying, "I don't trust Jiang Yinglin, I trust you."

Wen Li's heartbeat trembled slightly, and the sour taste came up again. She blinked her eyes, the eyelashes were covered with light and mist, and they were a little moist. She whispered, "Can I hug you?"

He kissed her as soon as he came over, but she didn't even give him a good hug, or hug someone she liked.

Chen Hezheng didn't speak, and wrapped Wen Li's waist with one hand, letting her fall into his arms.

The thin skirt on her body couldn't block the temperature in his palm at all, Wen Li felt her waist was hot, and even her breath became hot, which made her heartbeat and at a loss, she said subconsciously: "So, It feels so good to have a dream come true."

Since she was a child, she has always been sensible, or in other words, she has to be sensible. She rarely asked for things, and she didn't want anything in particular.

Only Chen Hezheng, she was really moved, and she really wanted it.

Chen Hezheng stroked Wen Li's hair, passed his fingertips through the straight hair, touched her ear, and said in a low voice, "It's too noisy here, let me take you to a quiet place."

Wen Li seemed to have lost his mind, swallowed, and murmured: "A quiet... place?"

Chen Hezheng patted her on the head, "Find a quiet place where you can watch the snow and let you continue to hug me."

Wen Li just remembered being shy at this moment, and couldn't help snickering, the smile was very soft, the light in the bottom of his eyes was shining brightly.

After saying that sentence, Chen Hezheng took Wen Li's hand and led her towards the stairs.In the entire cabin, only the banquet hall on the first floor is open, and several guest rooms on the second floor are the owner's private area.

When approaching the stairs, Chen Hezheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he said to Wen Li, "Wait for me."

He turned around, unbuttoned his sleeves as he walked, even took off his watch, and handed it to the waiter standing beside him.After doing this, he happened to be in front of Jiang Yinglin.

Everyone present witnessed Chen Hezheng kissing Wen Li, and Jiang Yinglin was no exception.That scene made his eyeballs hurt, he subconsciously took a glass of wine, drank it down, and then another glass, after a few glasses, he was already completely drunk.

Someone stopped in front of him, Jiang Yinglin glanced up and said with a sneer, "Young Master Chen, do you have any advice?"

"Teaching is not counted," Chen Hezheng's tone was very light, "I just want to remind you of two things—first, don't point your hands when you speak, it's impolite, and there is no tutor."

Jiang Yinglin snorted, asked the waiter for a new glass of wine, and shook it in his hand, "Yes, looking at the whole Tongan, who doesn't know that Young Master Chen is the most educated."

The whole Tongan also knew that Chen Hezheng's parents died when he was very young and died in an air crash. He never had the opportunity to experience his parents' precepts and deeds.

Chen Hezheng didn't take that provocation seriously, and continued: "Second, it's a very low-spirited behavior to slander others at will, especially to slander a girl with some dirty things., don’t do that in the future.”

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Yinglin could react, a fist had already landed on his face, a fierce and sharp blow that almost broke the bridge of his nose.

Jiang Yinglin couldn't stand still, fell directly, slid a long way on the smooth floor, bumped his back against a table corner, and made a bang.

Blood flowed out from the crevices between Jiang Yinglin's fingers covering his face, and there was an uproar, screams, and discussions all around.

Chen Hezheng ignored those, he shook his hand that was red from the impact, moved his wrist again, and continued: "I really hate fighting with people, but, except for you, Jiang Yinglin - because you are born to be beaten!"

"And you," Chen Hezheng looked at Zhong Xiaowan, whose face was pale, "The words just now were also for you, remember."

Zhong Xiaowan's eyes were full of panic, she forgot to nod, and unconsciously rubbed a tissue in her hand.

Chen Hezheng stopped talking and turned back to the stairs.

He took Wen Li's hand again, his palm was extremely warm, and covered Wen Li's hand from the back, and his slender five fingers wrapped her entire palm.

The size of the cruise ship is limited, and the guest rooms are not particularly spacious, but they are comfortably furnished and complete, including sofas, coffee tables, and a minibar.

Outside the window is the river bank lined with buildings, and the snow falling rustlingly.

Wen Li saw the snow scene on the boat for the first time, and blurted out: "It's so beautiful."

She stood by the window, her figure was surrounded by tulle curtains, so slender, when she looked up at the sky, her neck was very white, and even her earlobes were crystal clear.

Chen Hezheng's heart skipped a beat, he tapped on the minibar cabinet with his fingertips, and asked her, "What would you like to drink?"

Wen Li turned his head and glanced at the lighter on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye, "What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?"

Chen Hezheng said: "I don't smoke."

Wen Li couldn't help being surprised. Boys of this age, either playing cool or following the trend, often never leave their hands and have a heavy addiction.

Chen Hezheng saw through her thoughts and pointed to his throat, "I can sing well, so I need to protect my throat."

He raised his hand, and Wen Li realized that there was a little scratch on the back of his hand, at the knuckles of his fingers.

The wound was not serious, not even bleeding, but Wen Li said, "Let me treat that wound for you, otherwise it will get wet."

Chen Hezheng's eyes moved slightly.

Wen Li was nervous, but he didn't look away, looking at him.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the sound of falling snow seemed to be there.

A moment later, Chen Hezheng smiled softly, his dark eyes were shining with light, and the stare at each other was almost fatal.

"Okay," he said, as if pushing open a door to himself, "you handle it for me."

The waiter knocked on the door and brought some topical medicine, gauze and alcohol cotton balls.

There was a set of fabric sofas next to the tea table, the colors were very warm, and Chen Hezheng and Wen Li sat there side by side.The calf under her skirt touched his black trousers, and it was slightly itchy and numb.

Wen Li pursed her lips, trying to ignore those.She held Chen Hezheng's finger and pulled it closer, revealing the abrasion on the back of the hand. First, she cleaned the wound, applied some medicine, and then covered it with a thin gauze.

The little girl's movements were very light, her fingertips were soft, and the long hair hanging down had a fragrant smell.

Chen Hezheng looked at her, and suddenly asked: "During high school, the day I gave you the coat, why did you go to the infirmary?"

"I was staying at my aunt's house at the time. I had a cousin named Tang Xinci who was in the same school as me and was in the third year of high school." Wen Li didn't look up and focused on treating the wound. "He took a picture of me in pajamas and sold it.He confronted him, got pushed down by him, bruised calf."

Behind the understatement, there are countless helplessness.

Chen Hezheng asked again: "How did you deal with it later?"

At this moment, Wen Li raised his head and looked at him from a very close distance. There was light and mist in his eyes, as well as his love for him, and he said softly: "I have a boarding school, and I will show my aunt the chat records of Tang Xinci selling photos.Look. My uncle beat him up and asked him to delete the photos, my aunt begged me not to call the police, and I smashed Tang Xinci's cell phone and computer. After that, I have no other relatives except my sister."

In the relatively closed space, looking at each other became a kind of Gu, inexplicably alluring.

Chen Hezheng didn't speak, just looked at her with dark eyes.

Wen Li smiled, her brows and eyes were so soft, without haze, she said: "Don't feel sorry for me, it's unnecessary. But if you want to hug me, I'm happy..."

Before the words were finished, Chen Hezheng suddenly leaned over, slanted his forehead, and kissed her again.

He still kisses fiercely and heavily, and the domineering character in his character is fully reflected in this kind of thing.

Wen Li was forced to sink into the sofa, with his heavy weight on his body, and there was nowhere to put his arms, so he could only hug his waist.

This hug, on the contrary, sticks closer.

His shirt, his trousers, the metal buckle on his belt, and other things, warm or hard, Wen Li could feel them all.

A man's breath is covering and engulfing her.

After realizing it, Wen Li was a little scared and pushed his shoulder.

The feeling of kissing her was so comfortable, Chen Hezheng reluctantly stopped, and said in her ear: "Don't be afraid, don't do anything else."

The guest room in the cabin is a little narrow, and the sofa is even narrower, and two people are stuck in it at the same time, and they are close to each other.

Wen Li couldn't help but blush and heartbeat, but hugged his waist like nostalgia, and whispered: "What's the relationship between us? You actually kissed me twice."

Chen Hezheng smiled, and deliberately spat warm breath on the little girl's neck, and said in a low voice, "Chasing me, I'll let you chase me."

this……

Wen Li puffed her cheeks, not very happy, "But, there are so many people chasing you!"

Chen Hezheng still smiled, his lips fell down again, kissed him, and left again, "I never pay attention to others chasing me. If you chase me, I will respond."

Wen Li was so kissed that his breathing was unsteady, his eyes were moist, and he wanted to bite him, so he whispered, "Are you only responding to me?"

Chen Hezheng's cell phone rang, but he didn't look at it, his dark eyes stared at her for a moment, nodded and said, "Only you."

Wen Li thought that her previous cognition was indeed correct. Chen Hezheng was essentially gentle and soft-hearted.She couldn't help but put her arms around his neck, pressed him even tighter, and said in a softer voice: "Then how far must I chase you before I chase you?"

Chen Hezheng ran his fingers through her long hair and said deliberately: "When you are not afraid."

Wen Li's heart skipped a beat, and he understood what he meant.

Just now, what was she afraid of...

Indescribably dry and ashamed, Wen Li couldn't hold back after all, biting his shoulder through his clothes.

Chen Hezheng pampered her, and at the same time, he realized for the first time that when he felt sorry for someone, he would want to kiss her.

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