When Zhong Zhen came back to her room again with her pajamas, she found that Feng Beichen was no longer here, so she stopped thinking so much and quickly went to the bedroom to take a shower. This familiar strange feeling and physical fatigue made her feel uncomfortable, but she had to stay when she thought of Feng yitianyou.
When Zhong Zhen took a shower, changed her clothes, and came outside, he was just thinking about whether to go to the children's room. Feng Beichen came in again. Seeing her fresh appearance after taking a bath, he couldn't help staring at her. How could time and space seem to flow through her?
"What? What's wrong with me? " Zhong Zhen was staring at some not very good meaning, while asked to check their own, but this dress fit her very well, and this dress is not too much, not much exposure, just short sleeves, her two snow-white arms exposed outside, particularly conspicuous.
In modern society, the design of a woman's pajamas is very conservative. She thought that the original owner of the dress should be a conservative person.
Feng Beichen wake up, light way, "you really shouldn't wear this dress."
These are all Zhong Zhen's original clothes. She puts them on again and gives him endless reverie. It reminds him of the past and the things that have happened for such a long time. She can't help but feel reluctant.
In fact, what happens in life, who is willing to it happen? Most people are passive bearers of life. No matter how active your life is, it can't completely dominate your life. It's always like a huge invisible hand influencing and arranging your life.
"But this is the only Pajama in it." Zhong Zhen is a little dizzy. If the clothes there are taboos, why don't you tell her earlier? Now, how can she be embarrassed? Forget it, don't worry about him, "I'll go to the baby's room, you can't see it."
However, when she said this, she found that Feng Beichen's face was a little strange, like longing for something. She naturally made a grimace, and then went out
Feng Beichen feels that the whole time and space seems to have turned upside down. Now it's just like when she was working as a private secretary for him! Space is still that space, people also trance is back to the original time.
When Zhong Zhen passed him, his hands couldn't help stretching out. He took her to his arms and murmured, "don't you really remember at all? Don't you love me more than anyone else? "
How could that be? There was a buzzing sound in Zhong Zhen's brain, as if there were countless things pouring into his brain, but when she wanted to grasp something, there was nothing. She looked at the person in front of her and listened to the intoxicating sound, as if her body could not control itself.
"I love you?" Zhong Zhen asked him like a fool, she did not remember the past, is it because of the reason for his deep love? Now looking at the man in front of her, she should hate him very much, but strange, she really doesn't hate him.
Hearing her strange voice, Feng Beichen agreed with her, and vomited warm and ambiguous breath on Zhong Zhen's neck, making her heart like countless insects crawling.
"But..." Zhong Zhen tries to keep sober and keep in mind the fact that after she left, she wanted to come back to China, but reason can't overcome such a thrilling scene.
Feng Beichen put some strength on his hand and held her more tightly. He lowered his head and gently rubbed her neck and shoulder neck, so that he could hear the magnetic, elastic and attractive voice whispering, "you love me, you listen to me for everything, we have an agreement..."
But her voice is getting lower and lower. Just for such a voice, Zhong Zhen feels that she is willing to sink
This kind of feeling of being teased and attracted is really unprecedented. There are such questions in life. If you can completely relax yourself, you can solve the problems to a certain extent. Why not?
In Zhong Zhen's memory, it seems that she hasn't done anything like this before. Her whole body is hot and dry, and her consciousness is a little confused. She always feels that something wants to enter her brain, but she can't resist him. She wants to accept him and go to a mysterious and unknown place with him
She asked with all her remaining reason, "what are you talking about? What's the difference between us? "
But Feng Beichen has been a little excited, his warm lips have fallen on her bare skin, like lighting a piece of flame.
His hands began to swim along her graceful curve. Everywhere he went, it was like a peach blossom blooming one by one. She felt that the whole person was getting hotter and lighter, like a feather, and wanted to stick tightly to his side
Zhong Zhen slowly opened her eyes and found that she was in a strange room. Looking around, she had a similar feeling. The memories of last night flooded back into her memory, which made her feel very embarrassed. Under the quilt, she gently touched it with her hand, but her face turned red, like burning.
She quickly closed her eyes, calmed down her mood, and comforted herself with the fact that we were all adults. After a long breath, she wanted to get up, but the door was pushed open. She had to cover herself tightly with quilt again, and her bright eyes were staring at the door."Awake? Not yet? The children are up and waiting for you downstairs. " The person that comes in is exactly Feng Beichen, he is very ambiguous to say.
He said so, let Zhong Zhen feel more shameless, her face is like cooked prawns in general, "you go out, I'll go down." You have to dress up to get out.
Feng Beichen deliberately teases her, "what's embarrassing in front of me? Last night we had a fierce fight
Zhong Zhen was embarrassed by this. Now he has to say it on purpose. It's really embarrassing. Although she lives abroad a lot, she is still a traditional person subconsciously, especially in some aspects. She is very conservative.
But after all, she was a very mature person in all aspects of her mind, so she pretended to be indifferent and said, "your energy is very good! I haven't completely reversed the jet lag. I'm just a little tired. " He sat up with the quilt and asked, "how is the child now? Isn't it comfortable? "