The most ruthless is her

Jian Shuo raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at Ruan Mohan.

Today is a cloudy day, and the forecast says there will be snow, but it hasn't fallen yet.

It was gloomy outside the window, and the lights in the room were turned on, and it was incandescently warm, making Ruan Mohan's whole body as white as jade.

Jian Shuo is still the same, even raising her eyelids is lazy.

Nothing seems to work.

"Why haven't you seen it?" Ruan Mohan asked her: "Not only did you never get that person's heart, you didn't even get his body?"

"Oh, she is obsessed with medical research." Jian Shuo curled her lips: "Before I caught up with her, she was spotted by my elder brother and sent to study abroad."

"Your brother?"

"At that time, he was already engaged to my sister-in-law. He didn't expect to meet that woman."

"Chu Xingyun, a talented researcher who listens to music."

Jian Shuo rolled her eyes and stared at her nails with a mocking tone.

Even the nails are beautiful, glowing under the lamp, like shells.

Ruan Mohan asked: "Draw the curtains?"

"No." Jian Shuo jokingly smiled: "I've always been kind, and if someone sees it, it's considered charity."

Ruan Mohan walked towards her, bent down, and kissed her gently.

However, she pulled Ruan Mohan's hair and pushed it away, revealing her small and delicate ears and the little brown mole on the earlobe.

"The swelling has subsided." Jian Shuo said.

He kissed it without hesitation, put the earlobe in his mouth, and licked the little mole with the tip of his tongue.

Holding Ruan Mohan's waist, he hugged him onto the bed.

"How long can you last?" Jian Shuo teased with a smile.

Ruan Mohan leaned over and brushed the corners of her lips lightly like when they first met.

The snow outside the window finally fell down.

Lightly hitting the glass window, it sounds like silence to others, but in Ruan Mohan's ears, crackling, crackling.

As if she could hear Jian Shuo's breathing, because of her light kiss, she was slightly out of control at this moment.

She tilted her head, but because Ruan Mohan was sitting on her body, she had nowhere to hide.

She sat up, wrapped her hands around Ruan Mohan's waist, and buried her head, still the same, gnawing with force.

like little beasts.

Ruan Mohan lost his strength and stopped struggling.

Jian Shuo freed one hand to rub the little mole that was swollen by her.

Ruan Mohan didn't want to lean against Jian Shuo, so he leaned back and supported the bed with one hand.

Her long hair was a little messy, hanging down, slightly covering her eyelids.

Ruan Mohan inadvertently looked out the window, the fine pieces under the snow were hitting the glass one by one, crackling, crackling with the rhythm she heard.

Jian Shuo smiled playfully: "Is there still time to distract yourself?"

She wrapped one hand around Ruan Mohan's waist and turned her back.

He moved his mouth upwards, and kissed Ruan Mohan's earlobe again, then changed his hands, and rubbed hard.

Ruan Mohan controlled his breathing, but still looked indifferent.

Jane shone next to her ear, as if letting out a chuckle.

The heating in the room is very good, and the ice and snow outside the window are like two worlds.

They were all sweating.

Jian Shuo said, "It's so slippery."

I don't know where it slipped.

Ruan Mohan felt that this could not go on.

She tilted her head slightly, just enough to kiss Jian Shuo's ear, and through the thick hair, it was convenient for Ruan Mohan to use that kind of extremely light force.

Like a feather, with a swipe, there is nothing.

Ruan Mohan listened intently to Jian Shuo's breathing amidst the rustling of falling snow.

The lighter she kissed, the more subtle the mess.

She unbuttoned Jian Shuo's neckline according to the breathing rate of Jian Shuo, and the strength in her hand was the same, like a feather, like snow falling outside the window.

Fluffy.

Jian Shuo held her breath, the lighter Ruan Mohan was, the heavier her strength became.

The two seem to be attacking each other.

Until Jian Shuo pulled her hair and led her away, and asked her with a corner of her mouth, "Do you want to?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "I don't want to."

Jian Shuo raised her finger and smiled: "Then what is this?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "That's just a simple *li*fan* response, but I don't want to."

Jian Shuo laughed out loud.

She pushed Ruan Mohan away, turned over and got off the bed: "Okay, then I'm leaving."

Half-buttoned his shirt, his thick long hair was in a mess, his slender eyes carried a cold smile, and his eyes flickered.

Unruly has unruly beauty.

Like a gust of wind, Jian Shuo really left.

The door was slammed shut with a bang.

Ruan Mohan sat on the bed for a while, then suddenly got up, picked up the bathrobe that had fallen on the floor, and put it on his body.

She walked to the window, slid her fingers along the imprints of falling snow outside, and looked down.

At the height of the seventeenth floor, people turned into little ants. She didn't know whether Jian Shuo drove here or was sent by someone, but just looked around casually.

She actually saw it.

Jian Shuo stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus.

In fact, he couldn't see his face, only a figure, slender, with a bright red velvet shirt and black trousers, without even a coat.

Standing in the heavy snow, it is extremely flamboyant and dazzling, and even the posture of standing obliquely is quite strange.

The crowd could tell it was her at a glance, and she was surprisingly beautiful from the distance of the seventeenth floor.

Jian Shuo didn't know if she had sensed it, so she glanced up.

Ruan Mohan withdrew his gaze and stepped back.

He took off his bathrobe again and got into the bathroom.

Recalling the scene just now, under the impact of hot water, I felt my earlobe was red, swollen and tingling.

Thinking of Jian Shuo's joking smile, it would be a lie to say that he has no desires at this time.

But she doesn't want to admit defeat.

Just rinse quietly under hot water and do nothing.

After suppressing the desire for a while, Ruan Mohan felt that he had obtained a strange satisfaction.

Like self-punishment.

She got dressed and went to the hospital to pick up Ruan Qingyin.

The nurse looked helpless: "Yinyin broke the toy again."

She went to the playroom to see Ruan Qingyin, holding a bear doll in her hand, with half of her ear ripped off.

Ruan Qingyin saw her coming and explained: "It has a gap in its ear."

Such an expression, innocent and cruel.

It reminded Ruan Mohan of Jian Shuo just now, like an innocent child with the desire to destroy everything.

Ruan Mohan said to the nurse, "I'm sorry, I will lose money."

He left with Ruan Qingyin.

******

On Monday, on Ruan Mohan's cell phone, that string of strange numbers appeared again.

Ruan Mohan is in the office tea room, pouring a cup of hot tea: "I told you, it's only on Saturday."

"I didn't ask you to do it." Jian Shuo's voice was distasteful at first, but then became enthusiastic: "She's back."

"Who?"

"Chu Xingyun."

Jian Shuo called Ruan Mohan: "Come and see her with me."

Ruan Mohan: "I only have Saturday free, are you looking for various reasons to see me?"

Jian Shuo snorted disdainfully: "Then Saturday, we won't open the dorm room, I'll take you to see her."

The phone hangs up.

Some other colleagues walked into the tea room and greeted her: "Director Ruan."

"Hello."

Ruan Mohan lowered his head slightly, his light brown hair hanging down to cover his ears.

The earlobes were still slightly red and swollen, because Jian Shuo's voice sounded in his ears just now, and there was that tingling feeling again.

It seems that Jian Shuo is gnawing on the little mole on the earlobe.

The colleague left, Ruan Mohan glanced at his back, waited for the tea to be brewed, and stood with his legs crossed.

The left toe is loose and wraps around the right ankle.

When I think of Jian Shuo in the office, I feel a strange sense of division.

Ruan Mohan picked up the hot water cup and left the tea room.

******

At noon on Saturday, on Ruan Mohan's cell phone, that strange number sent another string of addresses.

It was actually the address of listening.

Ruan Mohan sent Ruan Qingyin to the hospital as usual and drove there.

Parked the car and walked to the cafe appointed by Jian Shuo.

It was still snowing today, and Jian Shuo was the only one sitting outside.

A slate-gray fur was hung loosely on the shoulders, and a silver silk soft silk shirt was shining inside, and the ribbon on the chest was not tied, just hanging casually like that.

Ruan Mohan walked over, and could hear the sound of the streamer hitting Jian Shuo's chest in the wind.

"Where is she?" Ruan Mohan asked, "Chu Xingyun."

"No hurries?"

Jian Shuo supported her head with one hand, wearing a pair of cat-eye sunglasses, and supported her sharp chin with the other.

The words were addressed to Ruan Mohan, but his eyes kept looking forward: "Sit first."

The waiter came over with the menu: "What would you like to drink, Miss?"

Ruan Mohan didn't look at the menu: "Black coffee."

She only drinks black coffee.

Jian Shuo snorted coldly: "It's so boring." He called the waiter: "Give me another cup of mocha and double the amount of fresh cream."

Ruan Mohan glanced at the table, the glass of mocha in front of Jian Shuo had already been drunk to the bottom.

After taking the order, the waiter fled back to the store with the menu.

In shivering cold weather, she couldn't understand why anyone would want to sit outside.

Ruan Mohan didn't know how long Jian Shuo had been sitting here.

From the emptied coffee cup in front of her, from the snowflakes on her slate gray and jet black fur.

The clerk brought two cups of coffee and fled again.

Ruan Mohan took a sip, it was not the taste she was used to, so she put it down immediately.

Jian Shuo sips one after another.

Even the coffee is pompous and grand, the double cream is so thick, take a sip, it sticks to the upper lip like a white beard.

Jian Shuo stuck out the tip of her tongue indifferently, and licked off the cream carefully, without wasting a bit.

Like a sweet child.

Ruan Mohan looked at her.

Until the coffee was finished again, Jian Shuo didn't speak, just kept looking ahead, in the same direction.

They've been sitting here for an hour.

Ruan Mohan didn't urge him, but just sucked his nose in a gust of cold wind.

Occasionally, a passer-by would pass by and look at the two sitting outside as if they were insane.

Jian Shuo suddenly asked: "Are you cold?"

Still the same as before, looking forward, but speaking to Ruan Mohan.

He stretched out his hand and touched Ruan Mohan's hand on the table.

Ruan Mohan was taken aback.

Jian Shuo raised her hand in mid-air, facing her palm.

Then the thumb, index finger, ring finger, and back to the middle finger, one by one, facing Ruan Mohan.

The fingertips were close to the fingertips, and the fingertips of both of them were cold.

Like the ambiguity between lovers, and like children's playfulness.

Jian Shuo still held her chin and looked ahead.Ruan Mohan looked at the hands of the two who were close to each other in mid-air.

The snow is still falling, and when it falls on Jian Shuo's shell-like nails, Ruan Mohan can almost hear a crystal sound.

Suddenly Jian Shuo withdrew her hand: "She's here."

Excited.

Ruan Mohan looked over.

At this time, there were three or two pedestrians passing by the side of the road, but Ruan Mohan recognized Chu Xingyun at a glance.

Because she is very similar to me.

Not facial features, but feeling like.

Ruan Mohan has an oval face with light brown eyes like lakes.Chu Xingyun was sharper.

It's just that both of them looked indifferent, cold and expressionless.The appearance is also pale, Ruan Mohan looks like an ink painting, and Chu Xingyun lives up to his name, like a faint cloud in the sky.

Jian Shuo stood up.

Ruan Mohan looked at her, his cat's eye sunglasses covered him, so he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up, smiling playfully.