Ji Tang fell asleep unknowingly and had a dream.

In the dream, she saw Song Yumo standing under the dazzling silhouette of fireworks, wearing a pure black suit, with a meticulous luster of the fabric, which made her body look very rigorous and restrained. She just looked at her from a distance quietly.

Ji Tang couldn't help but want to take a step forward, and he would find that his face became blurred and his laughter gradually faded away.

Although the two were already the closest people to each other, she wanted to reach out to touch him, but she still couldn't wait for a long distance. His eyes looked over very indifferently, as if she was looking at a stranger, so natural.

...

Ji Tang was instantly soaked in a sense of loneliness and coldness, making her approach a stiff state, and tears began to appear in her eyes. When she was about to give up, she slowly put down her raised hand.

In front, Song Yumo's figure began to gradually become clear, and he stepped towards her step by step.

Ji Tang could feel the heart in his chest jumping violently. Just as the man was close to him, darkness suddenly surged from all directions, instantly submerging her who was frozen in place.

Come back to your senses.

Ji Tang found that he was already standing in a spacious and pale room with no decorations hanging around the walls. The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was dark and there was no light, and there was no sight where he was.

Her eyes turned and noticed that there was nothing in the room except a simple bed and a water cup.

A few ticking sounds came faintly, and Ji Tang instinctively walked towards the door embedded in a white wall. Her eyes were open and she could not close anyway. She saw the bathroom with mist inside, and the water in the white bathtub was full of water.

A pale hand was silently resting on the edge of the bathtub. Her eyes were sour but she couldn't take her eyes away.

Looking at the owner of the pale hand, it was a very beautiful and weak woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.

...

Ji Tang suddenly opened her dark eyes, and the slight tingling pain at the corners of her lips made her wake up from the nightmare. She didn't respond for a while until her blurry vision gradually saw the above clearly.

In the dark master bedroom, Song Yumo kissed her almost paranoidly, with slender and powerful fingers. At first, he restrained his arms around her waist and gradually moved downwards. With an unspeakable desire, the palm of his palm was ironed on her fair skin.

Soon when he realized that Ji Tang had woken up, he stopped kissing gently for three seconds, and began to feel a little impatient, almost deepening with emotion. He even bit the corner of his lips and didn't stop.

Ji Tang did not struggle at first, quietly staring at his handsome face with dark eyes, without removing it.

No matter how Song Yumo hugged and kissed him, his mind was affected by the nightmare clips and was still blank. He might have been distracted for two or three seconds and thought, didn’t he go back to the Song family? How could Mrs. Song let him out easily at this time?

After finishing this deep kiss, Song Yumo vaguely pressed the fire. He picked her up with his arms. Without saying hello, he opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom and pressed Ji Tang against a cold glass.

The master bedroom has heating, but it won't be very cold.

Ji Tang was brought back to his senses in an instant, and he pushed him gently with both hands, which could not have any effect.

This method of pushing would only make Song Yumo feel more and more angry, tearing her thin nightgown with the force of tearing, and the sharp sound heard into Ji Tang's ears, and his body trembled subconsciously.

And Song Yumo would not stop, every second was a torment for him. He was paranoid in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his long fingers and clearly tied her slender wrist bones, and he accumulated powerful power in silence.

As she lowered her head, her face with sharp and clear lines looked very calm, except for her calm eyes, she was staring at her.

Ji Tang endured the slight pain in his body and wanted to avoid it, but he could only press his slender back against the cold glass window. There were no dazzling fireworks outside, only the lights of the hundreds of high-rise buildings were on, and the faint halo of light reflected the bodies of the two.

He had never been like this, and Ji Tang couldn't figure out why he would be in front of the floor-to-ceiling window tonight.

After gasping for a while, Song Yumo began to lower his head, slid along her eyelashes to the corner of her lips, touching her gently, and vaguely felt that the impulse and eagerness had passed.

Ji Tang subconsciously held his finger lightly, opened his red lips and said, "Did I offend you?"

Song Yumo's raised double eyelids were particularly deep, and her extremely black eyes suddenly hit the bottom of her heart. The emotions accumulated in her chest slowly dissipated. After a while, he took a step back and then hugged Ji Tang, who was almost unable to slip on the ground, to the sofa.

The first thing Ji Tang did was to pull over the thin blanket placed on the sofa to cover his fair body.

"Calm down?"

Song Yumo didn't say anything, and went to turn on a lamp in a very tacit way.

When he was doing something bad, he didn't even take off his shirt and suit pants. He stood in front of her like a sculpture, looking really hateful.

But Song Yumo walked over without knowing it, stretched out his arm and held her firmly in his arms. His shirt was a little wrinkled, and his neat collar turned outward. He was grabbed by her fingers. The heart in her chest was beating very fast. His throat made the first sentence of silence for a long time: "Before you leave, you said you would wait for me no matter how late you were-"

He stayed at the Song family all night and missed her crazy. He looked at the watch every ten minutes, and was so childish that he wanted to turn the clock faster, and even rushed back in the end.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw the cold darkness in the room, Song Yumo's hot heart suddenly became completely cold.

Ji Tang went upstairs and fell asleep early without waiting for him.

For Song Yumo, this means that Ji Tang still has no expectations for him and firmly believes that he will be tied to the Song family.

If it weren't for her inner resistance, he would have wanted to take her back tonight.

Ji Tang obviously didn't expect him to catch fire, did he care about this?

She had no way to defend herself. She gave up first. She opened her red lips several times, and finally said, "I'm in this house."

"Ji Tang, do you know what I mean." Song Yumo's tone was slightly hoarse, which was completely different from the state of paranoia that had just been suppressing her.

His arms were still holding her, and he could feel her body stiffening for a few seconds inadvertently, which was a sign of guilt.

So Song Yumo's eyes tightened, and the suppressed emotions in his chest made him feel even more uncomfortable. He approached half an inch and said softly to her ears: "Do you want me to repeat it word by word with you? What I want is that you are waiting for me to come back with full expectations, and have confidence in me. I love you, I only love you!"

The word love is too heavy and the price to pay is too high.

Ji Tang almost wanted to leave the sofa out of instinct, but was pushed back by Song Yumo. This time he didn't carry her to the floor-to-ceiling window. On the sofa, his face approaching was too sharp and he pressed against her face: "Hmm? Just say something to coax me, just say one thing, Ji Tang... I'll let you go if you say it."

Ji Tang's patience was limited. During this period, Song Yumo was deliberately pretending to disguise himself. The gentle and harmless side that Song Yumo created blinded her eyes, and subconsciously began to think that he was really like this.

The fact is not. He is still the man with a cold feeling in his bones. He is good at planning and complying with the businessman's routines.

I can't wait to repay anything I have given to her.

No matter how Ji Tang was treated by him, he kept his red lips closed and said nothing, not saying a word to coax him.

Sometimes Song Yumo felt that she was really cruel and extremely cruel to him.

Now he is even cheating, and he is disdainful of his feelings.

...

After receiving the text message from [downstairs, wait].

Jiang Su was really waiting aimlessly downstairs, staying alone in the car, reading the content of the text message over and over again, and taking apart each word, forming a touch of warmth that made him feel.

He thought that he would be lonely and wandering around in this life and would never form a family with other women.

If Ji Tang was willing to look back, even if she didn't get married, Jiang Su would be willing to accompany her without regrets.

When you have longing, time is always short.

Jiang Su waited in the car for half an hour, but he didn't see Ji Tang appear.

The emotions in his chest were still restless and could no longer sit still. He pushed open the car door and braved the night of the cold winter lunar month, stood under the street lights, raised his head, and could only see that the windows on the top floor where Ji Tang lived were completely dark, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

I don’t know how long it took, Jiang Su saw the lights on one of the windows light up.

When Song Yumo's tall and straight body suddenly fell, Ji Tang, who was lying on the big bed, had his eyelashes closed tightly, suddenly sat up. When he turned on the light, he had already smashed his pillow and clothes towards him.

He was angry, very angry.

Song Yumo used her body to completely suppress the bipolar mood in her chest. Although her face was still not very good, she did not have that paranoidness. Even after Ji Tang beat him enough, her tall figure fell in front of the glass window and stood motionless.

Ji Tang was disheveled and had no time to organize himself, which shows how high the anger value is.

After throwing the last pillow, she knelt on the edge of the bed with her fair knees, lowered her head slightly, breathed for a while before she spoke fiercely: "Song Yumo, have you forgotten that you are a bed companion? Why! What qualifications do you have to be angry with me?"

She didn't even get angry with him. This dog man was getting worse and worse.

Ji Tang didn't want to quarrel, it was because the feeling left by her body made her uncomfortable.

It feels even more uncomfortable to see Song Yumo's face.

There was nothing to throw at him at hand. Ji Tang closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to see you now. If you don't leave, we will just break up like this."

Their stiff relationship had improved slightly, but Song Yumo used this behavior of resisting gains and losses to be broken.

He was expelled from Ji Tang and drove him out of the house, and even the keys were taken back.

With one move back to the liberation, Song Yumo stood in the deserted corridor with a black coat in his hand, and the atmosphere around him was a little stagnant.

No matter how he wanted to coax Ji Tang afterwards, it would be useless.

Ji Tang contacted the relationship between the two without leaving, which made Song Yumo surrender instantly and dared not make rash things.

He stood for almost half an hour, and saw that Ji Tang was completely cruel and he would not open the door for him again. His dark eyes were calm and he turned around and walked towards the elevator very slowly.

I went straight to the bright hall on the first floor and walked out. It was 2:30 in the morning, and the cold wind was blowing violently, with fine snow.

Song Yumo slowly put on his black coat. Wherever he looked, he saw a car parked downstairs in the community. Next to the car, Jiang Su stood in black clothes and black pants in black pants in the middle of the night, as if he was about to merge with the darkness.

The two men looked at each other from a distance, and both accurately discovered that each other was present.
Chapter completed!