Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

Wen Shiyun looked up with some surprise at the man who remained in the chair after turning off the show for the first time.

In the past, he would basically get up and leave as soon as he turned off the broadcast, and never stay for even a second longer.

Thinking of Ling Yanling's strange expression after the man connected to the microphone just now, she bit her lower lip and hesitated to go forward to see.

"Ling Yanling, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as I walked up to him, I saw the man looking uncomfortable because his hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.

Just as she was about to step forward, someone called her, "Stop, just stand there, don't come over."

If she listened to what he said at this time, she would be a fool.

Wen Shiyun didn't even hesitate, she went forward and held his arm, and the next second the man grabbed her collar and pulled her aside, she gritted her teeth and

"roll."

Seeing that the man was not in good condition, she didn't care about the slight pain from falling to the ground, and simply hugged the man.

"I won't leave. I'm not an animal that can't move. Ling Yanling, listen carefully. I have nowhere to go, so I'm relying on you."

Ling Yanling's throat rolled slightly, and the mentally chaotic pain swept over him, making him on the verge of exploding. He couldn't pull this octopus-like woman off for a while.

He simply lifted the woman up with one hand and walked into the small compartment lounge. He fell unconscious on the sofa, pressing her under him.

-

The heaving of his chest and his rapid breathing betrayed his restlessness.

She placed her small hands on the man's chest, and as he panted, his bulging and full chest muscles seemed about to burst through the thin fabric of his shirt at any time.

He had such a good figure that the woman couldn't help swallowing a few times. Her breath was filled with the faint smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the fragrance of wood.

"Hey, Ling Yanling, wake up, what's going on?"

The temperature is not high and I don’t have a fever, but why am I suddenly sweating so much?

Before she could think clearly, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man. The man's strength was not light, and the pain in her wrist made her frown.

"It hurts, Ling Yanling." She bit her lower lip, trying to endure the pain, feeling like crying but unable to.

The man's black eyes seemed to be unclear but still full of vigilance. He seemed to sense something and loosened the strength in his hands.

Wen Shiyun quickly took her hand away, and there was already a glaring circle of black bruises on her fair wrist.

She couldn't care less and could only comfort him and smooth his wet hair. "It's okay, I'm here with you."

Ling Yanling's brows were furrowed into a "川" shape, and the whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the sea. He seemed to be possessed by something, his lips were pale, and he was mumbling something.

There was an indescribable complexity in Wen Shiyun's almond-shaped eyes. Could a man who looked so strong on the outside also be so fragile at times?

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of what the man in front of the window said about the spiritual things, but she didn't know how this happened and how to deal with it.

After a long while, the man squinted his eyes, propped himself up and slowly sat up straight. He looked at the person in front of him and asked in a somewhat confused manner,

"who are you?"

His condition seemed a little strange, as if he was still in a dream, with a hazy look, but he looked better than before.

Wen Shiyun breathed a sigh of relief, a sly glint flashed in her eyes, and her pronunciation was soft, with the ending tone rising slightly like a feather.

"I'm Wen Shiyun, the person you like."

The man frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite understand, but that didn't prevent him from feeling the refreshing scent of the woman, which was extremely attractive to him at the moment.

He moved closer to the woman, grabbed her waist, buried his head in her neck, and sniffed and bit her neck all the way down, as if he had found some fun toy.

And the more he bit and licked, the faster the strong anger that was about to overflow in his chest subsided.

The restless emotions in my chest seemed to be vented and soothed, as if I had found an antidote and an outlet.

He was fine, but her neck was covered in teeth marks from his nibbling and biting. Trembling in pain, she could only push him away with all her strength. She slapped him in anger, her face flushed, and said, "Hey!"

He couldn't utter any curse words for a long time, and his little face turned red instead.

The man's eyes gradually became clear.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other in the darkness, and there was silence for a long time. Even the breathing of both parties could be heard clearly.

-

Ling Yanling paused, her Adam's apple rolling a few times. She felt inexplicably dry, and her words were hoarse. "I'm sorry."

"So...are you feeling better now?" She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice a little muffled, obviously still a little awkward, but more of it was concern.

The man glanced at the ambiguous marks on the woman's neck, his throat moved slightly, his eyes darkened, and he hummed softly.

"Aren't you curious about why I'm like this?"

Wen Shiyun shook her head, her voice soft and gentle, "Everyone has secrets. Since they are secrets, some people just don't want others to know. You will tell them when you want to."

"As long as I know that you treat me well now, that's enough."

Her lowered face was so white in the dim light that you could see the tiny hairs on it. Her eyelashes fluttered gently as she spoke, sincere and frank.

"After all, I know you as a person, not your secret."

-

Her heart trembled slightly. Ling Yanling looked at her for a long time, then sat up lazily, her black hair scattered on her forehead, the starlight in her eyes was unrestrained and casual.

It was the first time he had seen someone who could see so clearly, with simple wishes and thoughts.

And all this simplicity is directed at him.

For the first time, he was glad that he had picked her up at the hotel that day.

Ling Yanling curled his thin lips slightly and looked at her. At that moment, the numbness and inexplicable emotions in his bones tightened his heart.

"Hey, give me a hug."

He looked at her with a faint smile in his dark eyes, then he held her in his arms and slowly tightened his grip.

After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and took her hand naturally, as if nothing had happened. "Let's go. It's late. Let's go back together."

Wen Shiyun looked up at him, curled her lips, and smiled, "Okay."

-

On the small road late at night, the two people's long shadows overlapped under the light.

The small decorative lights on both sides of the path illuminated their way back. The sound of cicadas chirping in their ears made it feel indescribably romantic.

"I'll tell you my secret later when there's a chance." Ling Yanling's hoarse and low voice broke the silence, her thin lips slightly curled, "And today, thank you."

Wen Shiyun tilted her head to look at his face, chuckled, and joked, "You're so polite, Ling Yanling. Have you forgotten that you were the one who saved me first?"

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and a smile filled her eyes, like a star in the dark night, so bright that it could not be ignored.

Ling Yanling seemed to be infected by her, her thin lips curled up slightly, and she was curious. "When did you become so cheerful and optimistic?"

Anyone who heard about her life story would find it miserable, but she still smiled so brightly at him.

It seems that except for the awkward moment when we first met, she always smiles every time I see her.

Wen Shiyun smiled with her lips curved, her eyes filled with scattered tenderness.

"Hmm—probably after I met you!"

Under the moonlight, the girl tilted her head slightly, the loose hair on her temples was messed up by the breeze from the bushes, but it added a bit of lazy and relaxed beauty to her.