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Duan Baiting came out of the shower and Song Wanyue was staring at her cell phone in a daze.

The courtyard house is not as spacious as home. This room is also the room where Duan Baiting lived when he was a child.

Because it's a short stay, there are few things and it seems empty.

He subconsciously opened the drawer and tried to get the medicine inside.

——Sleeping pills.

His eyes fell on Song Wanyue and he stopped moving.

After a while, he closed the drawer and sat over: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Wanyue looked unhappy. She threw her phone away, turned her back to him, and buried herself in the quilt.

Duan Baiting didn't know what was wrong with her.

Her mood swings are always very big, often smiling one second and falling into depression the next.

Duan Baiting often marveled at her energy and her curiosity in everything.

He is different, he has passed that stage.

There is a stage where your emotions are affected by the slightest things.

Even in the face of great turmoil, he can still remain calm.

He often has an indifferent look that is hard to tell, which is inconsistent with his age.

He asked in a calm voice, "Who made you unhappy?"

Song Wanyue raised her head and asked, "Why didn't you stop me? It was so embarrassing in front of the elders."

After a pause, he understood what she meant.

As for the dream talking in her light sleep, he could indeed stop her. At least he could wake her up directly after she said the first sentence.

But he didn't react at all, and just let him continue to talk without restraint.

"He's just a distant relative. We don't see him often."

Song Wanyue was furious when she heard his nonchalant tone.

He got up from the bed, still supporting himself with the quilt with his hands: "Does the fact that we just can't meet mean that it didn't happen? What if he tells everyone about it? He'll say that I was talking in my sleep...and was flirting with you."

Duan Baiting smiled: "Isn't that good? It shows that we are a loving couple."

When Song Wanyue heard the word "husband and wife", her ears felt inexplicably hot.

She looked away and stammered, "Who wants to be affectionate with you."

"Then who do you want to be affectionate with?" He pinched her chin and made her look at him.

His hands were dry and warm, and he smelled of the same shower gel as hers.

It looked a bit like some kind of plant, but she couldn't remember what kind of plant it was.

I only know that the smell is light and refreshing, and it makes people feel comfortable when they smell it.

The two were so close that she could feel his breath.

From steady, to somewhat rapid.

His eyes followed her, closely.

Song Wanyue's heart beat faster, and her hands, which were supporting the bed, tightly grasped the sheets.

The rebellious young lady got angry and said stubbornly, "It's not you anyway."

Duan Baiting lowered his head and touched her lips lightly, "Who was it with then?"

His fingers almost tore the bed sheet apart, "Anyway...it's not you anyway."

He lowered his head again, and this time the kiss was deeper and longer lasting than before.

When their lips parted, she even gasped.

"Who?"

"Anyone will do, as long as it's not you." Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and she didn't even dare to look into his eyes.

Sensitively aware of the danger approaching quietly.

The temperature in the room also rose quietly and silently.

He was wearing a nightgown with only a loose belt around his waist, and

one could even see the slightly open collar when he bent over.

He has the habit of exercising and will stick to it no matter how busy he is at work.

He was so self-disciplined that even Song Wanyue found it terrifying.

When he is not busy at work, he has a very regular schedule.

Go to bed at 10pm, get up at 6am, and go for an hour's run.

While Song Wanyue was still struggling in bed and refusing to get up, he had already taken a shower and was ready to go out.

Song Wanyue would always open the curtains and look outside.

I watched him get into the back seat of the black Maybach and drive away from the manor.

His clothes are mostly dark in color, and he is always dressed in a meticulously formal manner.

The cold and indifferent eyes are hard to understand.

Technically speaking, they actually met once before the wedding.

She was watching a show abroad when her parents suddenly called her back to China.

On the first day I got home, I saw a man sitting in the living room.

He was wearing a neat suit and had broad shoulders. The square table for entertaining guests seemed a little small for his height.

There was a cup of cold tea on the table, and it was obvious that this conversation had lasted a long time.

This is Song Wanyue's residence in Shanghai.

After entering college, I couldn't adapt to dormitory life. But the school is far from home, and it takes three hours to go back and forth.

In order to make Song Wanyue's daily life more convenient, her mother bought her a 200-square-meter apartment near the school with full payment.

She usually lives here.

At this time, there were three other people in the living room of this large flat besides her.

——Her parents, and the man sitting opposite her parents.

I didn't notice it at first because I was in a blind spot.

Song Wanyue cried and acted coquettishly, saying that she had not adjusted to the time difference.

I flew all the way back to China and transited in Hong Kong.

"I'm almost dying of sleepiness. I'm tired and sleepy, and I have dark circles under my eyes."

She has a nice voice and was discovered by scouts several times when she was shopping in SKP.

Talk about her appearance and voice, just package it casually, and spend some money on publicity.

Even if she just relies on this face and acts as a vase, she will definitely become famous.

She happens to be the type of little white flower who is most popular with the audience at the moment.

At this time, the little white flower walked into the living room. Before she could finish her coquettish words, she was stunned when she saw the extra person.

The man sat with his back to her, without turning back, but calmly drank his tea.

It was just a back view, but it attracted all her attention.

He has a noble and elegant temperament, and wears a tailor-made suit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

She couldn't see his face, so she had a confused look on her face.

"...are there guests at home?"

Her parents looked strange and smiled as they asked her to come over and say hello.

Song Wanyue went over obediently. The man had already put down the teacup and raised his eyes calmly.

The moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

It was indeed a face that made her unforgettable. Although she did not show it deliberately, the coldness in his eyes made Song Wanyue feel a little afraid.

His aura is too strong, and he carries the oppression of a superior.

Even if he tried to restrain himself.

Just a glance at each other frightened her to the point of being speechless.

She looked down at her parents.

But she heard her father introduce him: "He is Bai Ting, your fiancé."

Song Wanyue had seen him before at Grandpa Duan's funeral many years ago.

At that time, I even hugged him without knowing the consequences.

But now, she was in a contradictory situation.

Knowing in advance that the engagement is approaching, yet praying for something unexpected to happen along the way.

It was not until the other person appeared in front of her that she finally understood that what was supposed to come had finally come.

She had to face it.

At that time, I just felt that he was all alone and a little pitiful.

Now, Song Wanyue only feels pitiful for herself.

She didn't want to marry such a man.

He was so scary, so cold and indifferent.

Although his eyes were calm, they always made people want to stay away from him.

It is undeniable that Song Wanyue longs for marriage. The little princess who grew up in love is also surrounded by warmth and love.

So she hopes to meet a man who can pamper her mother without limits like her father does and become her husband.

Not the person in front of you.

Just because of his presence, the atmosphere in the room became solemn.

Even the temperature seemed to drop below zero.

Seeing Song Wanyue standing still, Dad urged her in a low voice to say hello.

Song Wanyue took a step back, her eyes red.

She began to cry, and she cried while looking at the young man.

She didn't want to marry him, but she had to.

The latter had a pair of peach blossom eyes, but they were not sentimental, but rather deep.

It's hard to tell whether he's happy or angry.

Although his eyes were on her, Song Wanyue couldn't tell what he was thinking.

She cried until her mother stood up to comfort her: "Wanwan, stop crying and be obedient."

She was still crying, and her shoulders were shaking.

The man calmly withdrew his gaze, stood up and said goodbye.

The sad tears that time did not win him any sympathy, just like now.

Her stubbornness didn't make him let her go.

Duan Baiting was still asking: "Tell me, who do you want to be with?"

His voice became lower and lower, until it was only a breath.

Like a cunning fox changing its voice to seduce its prey.

The tingling sensation starts from the heart and gradually spreads throughout the body.

She didn't expect that she would be so useless. A few kisses and a few words made her feel aroused.

Her face turned red, she loosened her hands that were clutching the bed sheet, and reached out to push him away: "Don't...don't kiss me anymore."

Looking closely at her blushing cheeks, under her fair and delicate skin, a hint of light pink could be seen with the naked eye, and it was showing a tendency to deepen.

The eyelashes kept trembling, and even had some water mist mixed in.

Duan Baiting gently wiped the tears off her face and asked knowingly, "Why are you crying?"

She leaned on his shoulder and refused to let him look.

"I'm not crying. Don't bully me."

Her voice was soft, and two whimpers like a little animal came out of her throat.

He held her in his arms and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared to tears by me again?"

The word "again" reminded Song Wanyue of their meeting before their engagement.

It turned out that he thought she was crying because she was scared by him.

No wonder he left.

She was still complaining in her heart at the time that her fiancé was not considerate at all. His fiancée was crying like this, but instead of going forward to comfort her, he seemed annoyed.

"I wasn't scared to tears by you at that time." Song Wanyue explained to him softly, "But I was indeed scared by you. You were cold, without saying a word, just looking at me. I get scared when I think about having to live with such an ice cube day and night in the future."

Hearing her description of himself, he let out a low laugh from his throat and savored the name she called him in his mouth again: "Ice cube."

He asked her again: "Is it the same now?"

"It is the same now." She bit his shoulder, a strong deltoid muscle, but she didn't hurt him, but felt that she hurt herself. She complained unhappily, "It's hard, I can't bite it."

After complaining, her voice gradually weakened: "Other places too."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

"Last time...other places, I bit them on purpose, but you didn't feel any pain, and..."

He quickly understood what she meant by "other places".

A hoarse voice: "What else?"

"It's still very comfortable. I heard your breathing. It's also... the first time I saw you with that kind of expression."

He asked knowingly: "What expression?"

"An expression of being unable to control myself and being addicted."

And it's very sexy.

But she didn't want to praise him at this time, so she didn't say it.

She moved away from his shoulder and faced him. Her whole face was red with shyness, but she was extremely strong-willed in some ways and refused to lose to him.

Trying to remain calm, he said, "You must have decided to marry me because I'm pretty, right?"

He said bluntly, "There are many pretty girls around me."

Song Wanyue was unhappy, "But I'm the prettiest!"

She was often as childish as a kid, inexplicably competitive, and inexplicably going with the flow.

It's clearly contradictory, but it seems very normal for her.

She lives as she pleases. She may be sad one second and smiling the next.

Duan Baiting smiled and nodded.

Whether other people are beautiful or not has nothing to do with him; to him, they are just a piece of skin.

As a reward, Song Wanyue leaned close to his ear and said, "You can kiss me. I

'll be generous and let you kiss me." He now respected her opinion: "Where do you want to kiss?"

"Whatever. But you can only kiss gently, don't bite. And you can't use your tongue like last time..." Her face turned redder, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "It's too stimulating, I can't stand it."

Duan Baiting's eyes dimmed and his throat was dry.

The person in his arms was soft and boneless, and his arm was around her slender waist.

He really didn't do anything but kiss her on the lips.

After staying up all night, she should have a good rest.

Song Wanyue actually felt a little unsatisfied. She looked at him pitifully, but finally shrank back into the quilt obediently.

I fell asleep soon after.

Tonight was also the rare night of good sleep that Duan Baiting had in the past few days.

There was no light sleep with many dreams, and no waking up in the middle of the night.

When I opened my eyes, it was already night.

During this period of time, his days and nights had been reversed, he would go out at sunrise and go out at sunset.

He didn't plan to let Song Wanyue accompany him today. She was exhausted after just staying up all night.

Get up from the bed, wash up first, and then go back to the room to change clothes.

When Song Wanyue woke up, she happened to see this scene.

Duan Baiting took off his pajamas, exposed his upper body, put on his pants, and buckled his belt.

Song Wanyue's eyes wandered over his well-defined muscles. When he exerted force, the muscles on his body became more obvious, tense, hot and hard.

His arms were strong enough to easily lift one of her legs and hang it around his waist or over his shoulders.

The muscles in the waist and abdomen are also extremely explosive and have great sexual tension.

That's where the culprit lies.

Noticing her gaze, Duan Baiting fastened his belt, pulled the person out of the quilt, and was about to lower his head.

She covered her mouth and said, "I didn't brush my teeth."

Her sparkling eyes made people's hearts palpitate.

He smiled, took her hand away, and bent down to kiss her.

The kiss didn't last long, time was running out.

Duan Baiting put on his clothes, picked up his coat and prepared to go out. Just as he reached the door, he felt uneasy and turned back: "If you are scared, call me."

Song Wanyue was still wrapped in the quilt, licking her lips that he had just kissed.

His gaze paused.

She nodded obediently: "Okay, go ahead."

After staying up one more night, tomorrow will be New Year's Eve.

This was the first New Year's Eve that Song Wanyue didn't spend at home, but it seemed pretty good to spend it alone with Duan Baiting.

The alley was quiet after nightfall. Song Wanyue felt a little scared as soon as Duan Baiting left.

But she didn't want to disturb him, so she turned on all the lights in the house. The same goes for the TV, with the volume turned up to maximum.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow in my arms, I sighed in my heart that I was so reasonable.

That's really progress, and it deserves praise.

The TV was rerunning a variety show, but Song Wanyue hadn't watched the previous episode, so she was still enjoying it.

In his hand was a can of fruit that he had just taken out of the refrigerator.

I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't even know when I finished the whole can.

She casually placed the bottle on the table and picked up the remote control to change the channel.

There was a sudden severe stomach cramp, accompanied by nausea.

She bent over and frowned in pain, covering her stomach with her hands and reaching for the empty can on the coffee table.

I looked at the date and found that it was more than three months past expiration.

She remembered what Duan Baiting had told her yesterday, that this place had not been inhabited for a long time.

It was winter and Song Wanyue was in so much pain that she was sweating all over.

I originally thought it was similar to the cramps during menstruation and I just had to bear with it.

In the end, I almost fainted from vomiting. I lay down over the toilet, but there was nothing left in my stomach to vomit.

She used up her last bit of strength to call Duan Baiting.