Falling back to gl

The final fate of the bowl of hangover soup was still in the trash can, and it didn't play its intended role. It was thrown away, along with Shao's mother's concern, and there was not a single mouthful left.The yellowed old photos were also put back into the pages of the books, placed at the end of the first row of solid wood bookshelves, randomly placed in many inconspicuous collections, mixed among them, becoming old things that have been ashes for a long time, and continue to be shelved.

After making do with the night in the study, Shao Yu was alone, locked in alone, and only went upstairs to rest when the sky was shining with light.

The drunkenness of the wine is mixed with the exhaustion of the whole night, and the sky in the morning is heavy and gray, with shadows floating above the void, white and chaotic.

The last day of this month is the weekend, and the foggy cloudy day is suitable. The thick twilight covers everything around with a layer of water vapor. It is seven or eight o'clock, and there is still not much light outside the window.

Nanjia also smelled lightly of alcohol, not very drunk, but not completely sober.

Tired, he lay on Ji Cen'an's body, and leaned into Ji Cen'an's arms to rest his breath.

I can't tell when I fell asleep, probably at the point when the fog just started, and then woke up again.Nanjia backed down, not to let Ji Cen'an feel better, opened and closed his moist lips, and taught this man a bad lesson, leaving a deep foot mark, making Ji Cen'an remember this time.

Ji Cen'an didn't close his eyes much until dawn and suffered from insomnia all night.Lying on her back, facing the pure white ceiling, she felt Nanjia move, and she no longer rejected Nanjia.Xuxu grabbed the crumpled light gray bed sheet, rustled softly, and the cloth rubbed against each other a few times. Ji Cen'an raised his hand, and after a while, he still stroked Nanjia's back neck, rubbing it silently behind his ear , hooked Nanga, and pressed closer to him.

The fog lingered for a long time, and the next half of the day was spent in a hazy climate.

In the dark and unclear environment, they were trapped in the room all morning, and the closed door was like a seal, which could not be undone for a long time.

After venting his anger, he returned to his senses, and the two sides still hugged each other.

Thin light and shadow cast down, filling the room with a familiar atmosphere.

It is like a continuation of the old times, in which the reality and the past cannot be distinguished clearly.

Both of them were upright and upside down, with complicated feelings, immersed in it for a long time, their minds were in a daze, and they couldn't return to their positions for a while.

After not turning on the air conditioner until now, Ji Cen'an has sweat on his forehead and back.Nanjia brushed away the broken hair sticking to her face, breathing like blue, with a very faint smell of alcohol between her lips and teeth.

The quilt was in a mess, half of it fell to the ground, and the other half was still draped behind Nanga's narrow waist.

The decadent ashes wrapped them inside, making their respective moods invisible, and some hidden things flickered.

Nanjia still held onto Ji Cen'an, but did not let go.

Ji Cen'an couldn't do anything because he couldn't use his arms.I didn't leave at night, so I just let it go.

Picking up the person's side face and facing her up, touching her exposed skin and drawing a line, Nanjia's brows and eyes drooped, and she had already calmed down a lot.

Ji Cen'an raised his chin, drawing out a nice curve of his neck.

Close your eyes again later, and when you open them, it will be three poles in the sun.

Downstairs, Zhao Qihong and all the servants got up early, and Aunt Yang was also here.

A group of people are not busy early in the morning, knowing that the two above will not get up early, so they don't do things until noon.

Last night, the ointment was left on the bedside table, alone.

Nanjia got out of bed, but didn't leave after waking up as usual, and didn't even go out the door.

He gave Ji Cen'an medicine again, and rubbed it on again.

Ji Cen'an sat up, picked up the nightgown that was about to fall on the floor and put it on—the one worn by Nanjia. Right now, it was just such a body-covering garment, and there was no other choice.

The room is not too messy, except for the bathroom and the bed, other places are okay.

No need to call for someone to come up and clean it.

Separated, each eased down.

Ji Cen Ambi Nanga was silent.

Last night's ambiguity didn't have any results, and there won't be any.

The ointment is still cool, and it irritates suddenly when it is applied.Ji Cen'an sat on the head of the bed, retracting his hands back, his lower lip was slightly swollen, and not a single piece of his collarbone could get into his eyes. He looked more exaggerated than a cigarette butt burn.

After completely waking up, Nanga was stronger, calmer, and colder than the night before.

Ji Cen'an was very cooperative this time, and he stretched out his arms as soon as he applied the medicine, and he didn't resist.

As soon as the white light shines, this place returns to normal.

The outfit he wore was scrapped and replaced with brand new clothes.Nanjia threw a set of home clothes on the bed, bought at the mall before, this person can wear it.

Ji Cen'an went on, not shy, and put on all of them.

You can't go down in your nightgown, the others are still there.

Change in the room without going into the bathroom.

Turning his back to the other side, Ji Cen'an tidied himself up.

Nanga looked sideways, and her eyes passed by the scar on her back again.But instead of looking away after a cursory glance, he stood back and stared.

The newly bought jacket has a special design, the one chosen by the old lady, which is in line with Nanga's taste and style. It is a mature woman type, with a small V-neck at the front, a thin zipper at the back, and tight-fitting half-length sleeves.

Ji Cen'an couldn't wear it by himself, and it was inconvenient to zipper it with his backhand.

Nanga stepped forward to do it for him.

The knuckles were pressed against the groove line of her spine, and Nanjia touched the ground in a detached manner. After a moment, she lowered her head to help and closed the two sides of the zipper.

A little itching on the back, either light or heavy to the touch.The night's feelings continued to spread, Ji Cen'an froze, and then straightened his collar.

The strength was heavier, and Nanjia's expression was as usual.

Ji Cen'an straightened his back.

Walking along the lines of the scar, from top to bottom, and then back... Nanjia got closer and closer, and after a while, he was not even half a step away from the other party.

Ji Cen'an turned sideways and turned his head slightly.

Nanjia didn't let her turn back, and put his left hand behind her waist.

Ji Cen'an was no longer a mute, and took the lead to break the deadlock, and his voice changed again, strangely: "Don't touch it."

Pressed on the most protruding part of the scar, Nanjia mentioned this for the first time, and said inexplicably: "It's not good-looking..."

Ji Cen'an didn't mind, so he turned his back and grabbed her wrist.

Nanga broke free and pulled out.

Put it back again.

I have felt this way several times when I held Ji Cen'an at night, and it repeated endlessly.

Ji Cen'an didn't move, and didn't pull away from him anymore.

The body temperature behind him was warm, with a pleasant aroma.

They all smelled of the same shower gel, but Nanjia had some other scents, a faint fragrance that went straight to the bone.

The scar was almost touched, and he was not interested in doing anything else. Nanjia also stopped properly, and put his hands on both sides of Ji Cen'an's waist.

Ji Cen'an stood and looked down.

…Hooking in from the thin figure, and groping from the back to the front, Nanjia's whole body came up.

He hugged Ji Cen'an from behind and put his arms around him.

All of a sudden, without any reason.

The possessiveness in the night hasn't gone down yet, and it's like this again.

Ji Cen'an was stunned, unexpectedly.

Nanga was close to her, and his face was on the side of her neck.

The tenderness behind it was strange and strange, never seen in these years, almost compromised.

Obviously he was still the same last night, stubborn and difficult to understand, holding on to an outsider, but now he gave in for no reason, and his attitude changed drastically.

It has nothing to do with it, like a frame skipped. The plot that was still happening a moment ago was abruptly cut off, and it jumped directly to the next stage, a big step forward.

Looking at the arm wrapped around his lower abdomen, Ji Cen'an frowned, unable to figure out what Nanjia was thinking.

Without explaining anything, Nanjia just hugged her like that, holding her around her waist in a possessive attitude. After a while, she turned her head and let the hot and humid touch fall on the side of Ji Cen'an's neck, and then on the back of her neck.

With a lump in his throat, Ji Cen'an muttered.

"Stand for a while," Nanga said softly, begging her, "Don't turn around."

Ji Cen'an wanted to ask, to test the other party's mind, but he still didn't.

A rare hug, which was not common in the past, is even more rare now. In the past, Ji Cen'an hugged Nanjia forcibly, and lifted him up by the waist when he got excited, but Nanjia was often reluctant and didn't like it.

Nanjia doesn't like such a relationship without distance. Some behaviors are too intimate for her, which is more unacceptable than flirting.Hugging to show weakness is only a behavior in a serious lover, it is not suitable for them in the past.

The two of them can't even be called partners, and they are a thousand miles away from that level.Lover, this is a warm word, and it doesn't exist in their abnormal relationship at all.

It is unattainable, like a delusion that cannot be realized.

Nanjia hugged Ji Cen'an tightly, as if trying to melt him into his flesh and blood.

Ji Cen'an's mind went blank, and he got stuck for a moment.

I don't know how to deal with it, I haven't experienced it.

The surrounding space seemed to be still, and there was a sound of a needle falling.

Both of them stepped on the floor with bare feet, their bodies were thin and cool.

Hugging together like this, no one makes a sound, they fit tightly together, and they can feel each other's heartbeat.

Nanjia's breathing was very slow, deliberately restrained.

Ji Cen'an narrowed his eyes, and his pupils shrank a little.

... Both are addicted to each other at this time.

Nanjia closed her eyes, turned her head, and rested her head on Ji Cen'an's right shoulder.

Ji Cen'an agreed, and his breath gradually slowed down.

After a few minutes, it was over, Nanjia let go first.

Ji Cen'an fluttered his eyelashes, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

Continuing with what he was doing just now, Nanjia pulled his hand upwards, slowly lifted the zipper head, and said directly: "Stay here for two more days."

With no room for opposition, Ji Cen'an couldn't make the decision.

Nanjia said warmly: "Beiyuan can't live, this period of time can't pass."

The shoulder still hurts, Ji Cen'an continued: "What about you?"

Nanjia didn't answer, only explaining this sentence.

Putting aside the entanglements at night, let's put it aside for the time being.

Ji Cen'an said, "Guo Jinyun and the others are following you."

Nanga: "I know."

Ji Cen'an asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Let's see." Nanjia said.

Ji Cen'an: "Someone planted eyeliner in Aijia."

Nanjia stopped moving: "Who told you?"

Ji Cen'an: "No, no one."

"Then how do you know?"

"I hacked the surveillance cameras of Guo Jinyun's residence and Pei's house."

This is expected, Nanjia said: "Very capable."

After zipping, Ji Cen'an turned back and said, "It's not safe here either."

Nanga: "Yes."

"Changing places in two days?"

"Ah."

The four eyes met, and they bumped into another person's eyes.

Dry speaking a few serious words is not enough to counteract the feelings that have already been generated, and it cannot distract the mind.

Someone came up downstairs, and footsteps were getting closer and closer in the corridor.

The moment the door knocked, Ji Cen'an suddenly grabbed Nanjia and refused to let the door open.

Nanjia fell in front of her and was held up by her.

After walking a few steps, putting the person on the table, and pushing away miscellaneous things, Ji Cen'an lifted Nanjia's face and crouched down, ignoring the approaching outside.