Falling back to gl

The rising tone is lazy, mixed with a slightly pretentious slackness, and a little frivolous meaning of deliberate teasing... The dim light of the street in the distance is far away, and this corner is two worlds.

The blocking effect of the transparent glass is very little, and it cannot cover the two slender figures inside.

Someone purposely slowed down the speech, biting down every single word with a lot of weight.As soon as I heard it, I fell straight to the softest part of my heart.

Nanjia paused for a moment, his eyes still drooping and half closed. Hearing this, his eyes deepened by two points.

There was no appropriate response.

Can't respond either.

This is a personality that loves to hold hands, and he is definitely not Ji Cen'an's opponent in this respect.

His skin is not thick enough, let alone his figure.

Mr. Nan, who is usually used to being vigorous and resolute, was always a high-spirited and proud artist back then, and he still doesn't adapt to Ji Cen'an's behavior.

Nanga's waist and limbs were all tense, and her back rose and fell slightly with her suddenly slowing breathing rate, the range was very small, but the sound of breathing was especially clear in the silent night.

It went too far, beyond the expected boundaries.

The gestures of the two parties at this moment are intimate, even more ambiguous, weird and awkward than when they were lovers.

The neckline of Nanjia's shirt was wide open at some point, and two buttons were undone.

This outfit has its own cool taste, and now it adds some sexy style to it, and inadvertently exudes the mature intellectuality that should belong to this age, coupled with the somewhat messy hair falling from the corner of her forehead, looking at her It is very eye-catching.

Ji Cen'an remained motionless, too docile.

Throwing out a sentence lightly, the rest depends on Nanjia.

The sight in front of Nanjia's eyes was swaying, intentionally unfocused.Half a minute later, she curled her fingers and responded silently, only grabbing Ji Cen'an's wrist.

That would be considered an answer, and it would not follow Ji Cen'an's wishes.

Ji Cen'an was still lying on his back, looking as if he was being handled by the king, salivating his face was addicted, and he couldn't go down the steps given by the other party.

Nanjia wanted to open it, but couldn't.

He was grabbed by the person under him in turn, preventing him from getting up.

Ji Cen'an is upright, changing his style every now and then.

Not only that, the man even raised his legs, bent them up, and "cut off" the way behind him.

Nowhere to go, no advance or retreat

Sensing the white legs pressed against his back, Nanjia let go first, knowing that Ji Cen'an would only make more progress if he continued like this, so he moved his waist slightly, and didn't get too close to the people underneath.

However, it was too late to help.

When she went up, Ji Cen'an pulled her down, forcing her to face herself.

My heart was hot for no reason, and a long-lost thought lingered.

Nanga supported it with one hand, the other hand lost its freedom, and her bare feet rubbed against the clean and tidy floor.

With a shy face, Ji Cen'an took the opportunity to touch the back of her hand and the soft flesh of her tiger's mouth.

Even if you can't see the scene above your head, you can still do things according to your feelings.

Nanjia's expression softened a bit as he looked at the hands of the two of them from the corner of the eye.

Ji Cen'an behaved well, other than that he was quiet.

It was rare to be alone for a while, and during the day, the energy was completely overwhelmed by the emotions just now, Nanjia said softly: "Get up."

Ji Cen'an continued, "I'm a little tired."

Nanjia turned his gaze back to her face: "Then rest early."

Ji Cen'an opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Not sleepy yet."

Nanga squinted at her.

She didn't blush and her heart didn't beat, she acted as a matter of course: "Stay a little longer."

While speaking, he sat up on the side support, and got closer to Nanjia, with his body half upright.

This time I stopped messing around, I was very serious, I really wanted to spend more time.

Get up and hug again.

Ji Cen'an was stronger, yet extremely gentle. He grabbed Nanjia's forearm and put it around his shoulders. Afterwards, he took advantage of the situation and leaned on Nanjia's chest.

Nanga said, "It's very late."

Ji Cen'an: "No, it's not even ten o'clock."

Nanjia: "I still have something to do tomorrow."

Ji Cen'an: "Then we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"...Ji Cen'an."

"exist."

Nanjia's red lips moved, he hesitated to speak, but he forgot what to say.

If it was originally a refusal, I couldn't say it.

Ji Cen'an raised his head, drew a nice line around his neck, and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Looking at the woman who was close at hand, seeing that face that had become more mature than three years ago, and stroking her profile, Nanjia closed his eyes and gave up for a moment.

"No..." Nanjia said, "Not much."

Ji Cen'an pretended not to move, hummed, and replied, "Take a rest now and don't think about those things."

Nanga's vermilion lips parted slightly: "I didn't think so."

Ji Cen'an said: "It's just like that, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Nanjia: "It can't be counted."

After a pause, Ji Cen'an said, "Sometimes it's actually not necessary."

Nanjia remained silent, understanding the deep meaning of her words.

There is no need to get involved in this muddy water. If it really fails, it is not impossible to stop the loss in time.

If they can't beat Pei Shaoyang and the others, the company will go bankrupt, and it will be difficult to get along in the future, but it won't be too difficult.No matter how bad it is, Nanjia still has other things to cover. Nan always has talent, and she doesn't need to be limited to Z City. She has other ways out.

Ji Cen'an didn't explain the meaning thoroughly, so it's enough to understand.

"I can't go forward, but I can go to a higher place." Ji Cen'an whispered, trimming the neckline for Nanjia and closing it.

Nanga remained silent.

Used to being able to enlighten people, Ji Cen'an opened his mouth and said, "There are many choices."

Nanjia didn't listen to these and skipped them.

He didn't force it, Ji Cen'an just said it casually.In the end, he approached and put his lips on Nanga's collarbone, touching them like a seal, being careful and safe.

The corners of Nanga's mouth were straight and unmoved.After a long time, when Ji Cen'an backed away, Nanjia finally came to his senses, and replied later: "No more."

Ji Cen'an raised his head and looked at her.

Nanga reiterated: "There is no other choice."

"It doesn't have to be in one direction." Ji Cen'an said, suddenly he understood the truth better than anyone else, "Sometimes you can be less tired."

Nanjia was stubborn: "No."

Ji Cen'an put his arms around her waist and touched the narrow part.

Rubbing Ji Cen'an's neck, the strength was a bit heavy, Nanjia lowered his upper body, almost touching Ji Cen'an's lips, and said slowly, "No—"

Not arguing, just an insignificant suggestion.

Ji Cen'an scraped twice with his fingertips, and rubbed the shirt fabric around Nanga's waist until it was crumpled.

Pressing near the corner of the man's mouth, Nanjia didn't need to explain, and in the next moment, he put Ji Cen'an's upper lip in his mouth, leaned against her by the moonlight, and let her accept him.

The wooden floor was flat, and Ji Cen'an hadn't made any more moves. When he recovered, he was already lying down again.

The night is getting darker and darker, as thick as ink that cannot be melted.

The night by the river is quiet, and you can occasionally hear the sound of the wind blowing, but it is not as quiet as the traffic in the city center.

They fell down and overlapped, and their figures were reflected on the clean floor-to-ceiling windows.

Not clear enough, only a little afterimage, dense and gray.

The turmoil of the day ended and melted into the boundless darkness.

After returning to bed, at eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Ji Cen'an trapped Nanjia in front of him, brushed away his sweaty hair, and rubbed Nanjia's cheek.

Nanga lay on her shoulders and closed his eyes.

I'm really tired, running around during the day, I can't bear to stay up late.

Ji Cen'an stood by and watched over Nanjia to sleep.

Turn on the air conditioner and adjust to a suitable temperature.

22 ° C.

Consciousness drifted away, and Nanjia lay down at the back.

Without making any noise, Ji Cen'an moved lightly and sat there like a stone for a while.

On the way, until the sound of needles falling in the room, Ji Cen'an went to the balcony once.

With the wind blowing, Liu Nanka fell asleep inside.

The cigarettes Chen Qirui gave me last time are still there, I haven't smoked a single one.

Poured out one and held it between his slender fingers, Ji Cen'an picked up the lighter by himself, his long eyes drooping absentmindedly, both indifferent and depressed.

Click——

As soon as the fire burns, the surroundings are bright.

Smoke rises, let go.

The light is gone again.

The white smoke is not conspicuous in the dark night, and it doesn't even have any sense of existence.

Not as bright as the Martian.

The night wind on the balcony was dry, wrapped in the sultry heat and humidity unique to the south, blowing on my face in bursts.

A cigarette burns fast, and it will end in a while.

Ji Cen'an drew a second stick and clicked it.

It's not smoked, don't put it in your mouth, it's a waste to light it.

Looking into the room through the transparent peeling, staring at the bulge, Ji Cen'an didn't move for a long time, his eyes narrowed due to the smoke, and his pupils tightened slightly.

What are you thinking about, thinking about something.

After entering the room for more than an hour, the balcony was covered with soot, and the smell of nicotine burning was everywhere.

Ji Cen'an diffused the smell before going in, but there was still some smell left and it couldn't dissipate.

Lift the quilt and go in, blowing against the air-conditioning.

Sensing her in a drowsy consciousness, Nanga turned sideways.Ji Cen'an took advantage of the situation and stepped forward. Knowing that he had already woken up once, he tucked the blanket for Nanjia and whispered in his ear: "Don't catch cold, be careful of catching a cold."

Nanjia didn't reject this smell any more, and didn't even frown.

Not long after, she changed to sleep on her stomach, resting on Ji Cen'an's arm.

Ji Cen'an reached into the quilt, touched her tattoo, and patted it soothingly.

Only then did Nanjia say: "Be safe..."

Ji Cen'an responded, "Okay."

Smelling the thick smoke, Nanga not only stayed away, but even came over again.

Ji Cen'an followed her and hugged her firmly.The two hugged each other, it hadn't been like this for a long time, and each of them had never let go of their hearts like this since they met again.

Moving his legs under the quilt, Nanjia buried Ji Cen's neck.Their hair was all mixed together and entangled, and it was impossible to tell which was whose.

Sensing Nanjia's body temperature and the even breathing by his ears, Ji Cen'an suddenly had the illusion of being immersed in it.She touched Nanjia's back repeatedly, once and again, endlessly, and when both of them were about to fall asleep again, she suddenly confided in a moody way: "At that time... I thought about it and forget it."

Nanga was lying on her stomach, half of her smooth and beautiful back was exposed in the air.

"Aunt Liang is gone, and the debt collectors won't let me go, even you are not here... In fact, I'm relieved to forget it, at least it's all over..." Ji Cen'an said, facing the ceiling, half reminiscing and half stating, "But At that time, I dare not really do it.”

Hearing this for the first time, Nanga froze and became stiff.

"I didn't look for you, and I didn't dare, and... I didn't want to face it like that." Ji Cen'an was frank and told the truth, "Later, I left and went to several places. I didn't plan to come back at the beginning. Go farther away, I didn't figure out what to do... After that, it doesn't matter whether it counts or not..."