MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 93

Zhou Zhenyue suddenly realized that everything seemed to be different.

A year ago, when Mu Xueyi just got back, they also signed a contract.

At that time, in their relationship, the dominant one has always been themselves.

Today, she is still **** with a snow coat with a contract, and she even put handcuffs on her to represent the inferior.

However, Xueyi was not at all disadvantaged.

All his oppression and coercion are like hitting cotton.

Not only did the cotton not hurt at all, but it turned around and wrapped her silently.

Let her indulge, suffocate.

let her...

Follow in her footsteps.

Follow her mind.

I can no longer remember the original intention.

Zhou Zhenyue closed her eyes, turned her head, moved her red ears from under Mu Xueyi's lips, replaced her ears with her own lips, touched the other's soft lips, and kissed tightly.

Hot breaths brushed against each other's faces.

No matter how cold the night wind blows to this area, the temperature has changed.

While kissing Mu Xueyi, Zhou Zhenyue hugged her, held her, and carried the too thin person to the glass table next to her, letting her sit on the edge of the table.

Subconsciously, she was still thinking about her injured ankle, and couldn't bear to ask her to stand for a long time.

The lips move from the other's bottom lip to the cheek, and then to the base of the ear.

There was still a bit of coldness from the cold night on his lips, but Mu Xueyi's earlobe was hot like a piece of carbon in a furnace.

When ice hits carbon, it instantly melts into water and evaporates into smoke.

Mu Xueyi hugged Zhou Zhenyue hard and closed her eyes, as if in the cold sky and snow, holding the only hope and light.

Zhou Zhenyue was wearing a soft black wool sweater.

Mu Xueyi was wearing an apricot silk shirt.

Their clothes are not thick, and through the thin fabric, they can clearly feel every inch of the night wind.

On this too high rooftop, embracing each other became the most intense throbbing.

The trail of clouds, the halo of stars.

They have been ironed on each other's hearts, leaving traces that only they can read.

The wind is stronger.

The warmth in my arms makes it more difficult to let go.

Zhou Zhenyue lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice beside Mu Xueyi's ear:

"Dare to...try this place with me?"

She kissed the tip of her ear and asked repeatedly in a lower tone.

"Dare you?"

Mu Xueyi hugged Zhou Zhenyue tightly, without flinching at all, she smiled softly:

"Why don't I dare?"

"This is the highest place in Anyang. There is transparent glass under our feet. Here, everyone in Anyang may see it."

Zhou Zhenyue grabbed Mu Xueyi's wrist and pressed against the glass wall behind her, and the golden handcuffs collided with the glass with a crisp sound.

"They... will see that you and I, Zhou Zhenyue and Mu Xueyi, Zhou Shi and Mu Shi, Anyang's two biggest rivals, on the surface, we are in a fiery battle, and you are dead and alive, but in secret, we are entangled... doing them. Something you could never have dreamed of..."

"Everyone... will see, here we are, unbridled...depraved...lost..."

There was a faint smile on Mu Xueyi's lips.

"Ayue," she dragged a sticky end, soft and seductive, "if you dare to nod, I will take it off."

Hearing such an answer, the hug stopped.

The fingertips were stuck at the right butterfly bone of the other party through the fabric, and with the piece of clothes, five small holes were made.

Zhou Zhenyue turned her head and stared at Mu Xueyi.

The bottom of his eyes is half intriguing scrutiny, half unburned desire.

Mu Xueyi touched her side face and lowered her voice:

"If you want everyone to see me being possessed by you, then let them see. As long as you are happy, anything is fine."

Zhou Zhenyue looked into Mu Xueyi's tolerant and clear eyes, and saw the light flickering inside.

In her eyes, the starry sky was reflected in the sky.

The light was gentle to the extreme, but also shattered to the extreme.

The more broken, the brighter and more moving.

"As long as I'm happy, really anything is fine?"

"Yes, anything is fine."

Mu Xueyi hugged her, resting her head on her shoulder, with a very light sigh in her tone.

"But I hope... you're really happy. Instead of torturing me and torturing yourself."

Mu Xueyi paused.

"Actually, from beginning to end, I just want you to be happy."

Zhou Zhenyue did not speak, her brows were slightly wrinkled.

Mu Xueyi was silent for a while, and the arm holding Zhou Zhenyue became tighter.

"But... I don't know why, it seems like a long... long time... I haven't seen you smiling."

"I really don't know what else to do, I've tried so hard..."

"Apart from following you, I really... don't know what to do, Ayue..."

At the end, there was a barely audible choking in her voice.

Is Xueyi... crying?

Zhou Zhenyue realized that when Mu Xueyi was crying for herself, the tip of her nose was sore, and she couldn't help shedding tears.

Does she still love herself as much as she used to?

Even if she doesn't love her as much as before, she should still have some left over... enough to accompany her for the rest of her life, right?

Zhou Zhenyue hugged Mu Xueyi tightly in her arms, as if her arms were embedded in each other's spine.

She was really... afraid of losing her.

Even if they still have a three-year contract period, even if they have handcuffed her, even if...

Even if she can invite her at any time like this, kiss her, hug her, and sleep with her.

She still felt like she couldn't hold her.

Xueyi needed her so much before, she could leave her twice.

Now that Xueyi is so powerful... So, will she not want her again?

Next time you go, will you never look back?

between them...

What else can be used as a bond?

Is the few tears that Xueyi shed for her just now a kind of care and a bond?

These anxieties, which were buried deep in her heart and she had never dared to look directly at, surged in her body along with the tears.

The more he thought about it, the tighter he hugged Mu Xueyi.

Holding Mu Xueyi, he couldn't hold back and coughed loudly.

She realized suddenly that she was about to break her ribs.

The heat just caused by intimacy has been blown away by the cold night wind.

With the cold air, reason gradually returned to the cage.

Zhou Zhenyue's strength loosened a little, but she still held Mu Xueyi in her arms and did not let go.

Mu Xueyi leaned on her shoulder and coughed again.

She subconsciously caressed Mu Xueyi's back and patted it lightly to help her get better.

The neon lights of the buildings in the distance went out a few more.

The evening wind was still blowing, and it was cold and cold.

After patting the back for a while, the weight in his arms seemed to be slowly sinking.

Zhou Zhenyue looked down, only to find that Mu Xueyi had fallen asleep in her arms during such a short period of time.

He rested his head on the corner of his shoulder, his ears just fit into his collarbone socket, and his brows were still wrinkled.

She looks so tired.

I had tossed like that last night, so I probably didn't get much sleep. I went to Nanshan Park again today, busy with Mu Guocheng's mission and the little girl.

No wonder she was sleeping in the car when I called her just now.

He couldn't help raising his hand, caressing her hair on the temples, and pinning the broken hair floating in the wind by her ear behind her ear.

Zhou Zhenyue couldn't help laughing at herself.

Looking at such snow clothes, she suddenly hated herself.

She clearly wanted to take revenge on the other party.

But he hated himself.

Hate yourself for asking too much last night.

I hate myself for not letting her have a good rest tonight, so I insisted on calling her over.

Just to grab that little bit of poor security.

Zhou Zhenyue held Mu Xueyi's thigh, carefully placed her on her shoulder, and hugged her up.

She lightly, trying to slow down the movements of every muscle on her body, slowly walked towards the elevator entrance.

Only one layer down.

She hugged her, walked to her office, hooked her legs lightly on the door frame, and closed the door.

There is a sofa in the office, which is usually used for her to take a nap and drink tea. Not big, 1.8 meters, the width of a conventional sofa.

Zhou Zhenyue put the sleeping person in her arms on the sofa, supported the back of her neck, and slowly laid it flat.

Take a blanket off the back of the sofa and cover it.

The sofa was too narrow, and Mu Xueyi had already taken up all the space by lying down alone.

But Zhou Zhenyue didn't want to leave.

She knelt down on the cold floor next to the sofa, lay beside Mu Xueyi's shoulder, held the other's hand, and her whole body was leaning against a small corner on the edge of the sofa. Close your eyes.

The white jade ring on the index finger just touched the pure gold handcuffs.

She sits in the most luxurious and tall building in Anyang, but at the moment, she hopes very much that her world is only as big as this sofa.

As long as there is Mu Xueyi on the sofa.

Then on the sofa, there is her whole world.

midnight.

Maybe two in the morning. Maybe three o'clock.

Zhou Zhenyue, who was sleeping on the floor, was suddenly awakened by a sudden change.

In the darkness, she tried to identify the outline of the man on the sofa, and vaguely saw Mu Xueyi huddled deep in the sofa, mumbling something inarticulate.

Zhou Zhenyue: "Xueyi?"

Mu Xueyi didn't wake up, and vaguely said something in a dream:

"...I am hair."

Zhou Zhenyue straightened her sore waist and asked again:

"what are you saying?"

Mu Xueyi completely lost the alienation and indifference that he had when he was awake, as if he had returned to the weak state at the beginning, curling his body into a round ball like a milk cat.

The long curly hair was disturbed in sleep, and like the tassels on the fan, it was softly and loosely wrapped around the thin shoulders.

She hummed twice, still slurring:

"I'm...fa."

Zhou Zhenyue heard it for the second time and racked her brains for a while before she understood that what Mu Xueyi said was:

"I am a flower."

...I don't even know what kind of dream I had.

Zhou Zhenyue tucked her a blanket and touched the back of her head for a while to comfort her.

Silent night.

Before long, all I could hear was the ticking of the clock on the desk.

When Zhou Zhenyue was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard Mu Xueyi muttering:

"I want photosynthesis."

Zhou Zhenyue: "…"

Mu Xueyi turned over, "...photosynthesis is necessary..."

She mumbled a lot sticky again, and after all, she wanted "light".

In order to coax her to calm down, Zhou Zhenyue got up from the floor, walked to the desk with her sore legs on her knees, and gently took her small desk lamp.

Go back to the sofa and turn the lamp on to its lowest level.

As soon as there was light, Mu Xueyi was satisfied.

He hummed to himself, turned over again, and fell asleep.

Zhou Zhenyue wanted to clip this small table lamp next to Mu Xueyi, but there was no corner on the sofa that was suitable for clipping. It's too far away from the coffee table, and the light can't hit it.

If it is placed on the side of the coffee table, and the brightness is increased by one degree, the distance is not suitable, and it is still too bright for sleeping people.

Zhou Zhenyue held up the lamp and looked around.

no way.

She sank her shoulders and shook her head.

She just held the lamp and held it by Mu Xueyi's shoulder.

Let the weak light pour evenly on the other person's face and ears.

Looking at the man's quiet sleeping face, Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, and seemed to be unable to bear it, and suddenly smiled.

"Photosynthesis..."

She murmured the absurd word.

Can not help but sigh.

The one who hurt her to the bone when she was awake.

How can you fall asleep...

...so cute.

The slightly drooping eyes were filled with tenderness and affection.

That night, the light on the 102nd floor lit up for the whole night.

For a night, there was no movement.

As steady as the stars flowing through the ages in the night sky.

Do not move.

Immortal.

The author has something to say: he says he will punish you with violent wind and rain, but he is holding an umbrella for you in his heart

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Wen Xingyi's wife, yoyo, a mung bean k, lives in Beifushan, Chen Ling, Nanshangjianan, and 1 wooden pigeon;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 41 bottles of Xiaobaimao; 22 bottles of Weizhi; 20 bottles of AI Star Chaser; 17 bottles of Liu Jia; Drink 2 more bottles of hot water; 1 bottle of Souy;