Ling Yanyan didn't go anywhere every day, she just stayed in the hotel room in a daze, looking out the window without saying a word.
"Yanyan, can you really do it alone? Won't you come back to the United States with me?" Ling Yunxiang received a call from the United States. He had to go back for some urgent matters.
Ling Yanyan turned back from the floor-to-ceiling window and forced a smile on her pale face, "Dad, it's okay with me." Now, she still couldn't bear to leave the city where he was.
"Take good care of yourself and call me if you need anything." Ling Yunxiang hugged his daughter and left the hotel with his suitcase.
The sky gradually darkened, the night enveloped her, and loneliness swept over her. Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around herself and huddled on the single sofa.
As the night deepened, she suddenly stood up from the sofa, picked up the white coat and toiletry on the hanger, walked out of the hotel, and hailed a taxi.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the small white villa on the seaside. He took out the car keys in the bag and opened the door. The room was dark. He turned on the crystal lamp on the ceiling of the living room, and there was a soft sound.
The light illuminated the entire room, passed through the living room, walked up the semi-circular staircase, and walked up to the second floor. A pungent smell of alcohol impacted Ling Yanyan's senses.
When she turned on the light, she saw Feng Zhiming sleeping decadently on the sofa. There were empty wine bottles in front of the coffee table. Ling Yanyan's first reaction was to leave. She didn't expect that he would be here.
"Yanyan, Yanyan..." Feng Zhiming said her name lightly from her sexy lips.
Ling Yanyan's steps stopped again, turned around, and moved towards him.
Feng Zhiming's thick short hair, which was originally neatly combed, is now messy and has no shape at all. There is stubble on his chin, his thick eyebrows are frowning, several buttons of his white shirt are unbuttoned, and his neck is
The tie between them was also pulled loosely across the room.
How did he become like this?
Ling Yanyan knelt down in front of him and touched his face with her little hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Feng Zhiming reached out and grasped the little hand that was moving on his face, "Yanyan, why did you leave me? Why did you leave me? Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back? Why did you still do it after so long?
Not coming?" He said vaguely.
Ling Yanyan tried hard to lift him up, but his heavy body pressed against hers. As soon as they touched the edge of the bed, they both fell into the soft bed.
Pressing his arms firmly on Ling Yanyan's body, he hugged her tightly, "Yanyan." Her fragrant body fragrance brought him closer, and his sexy thin lips kissed her carefully.
Ling Yanyan should refuse, but she couldn't push him away. He made her feel bad for him.
Let him take off her clothes and kiss her with domineering desire, leaving marks of love on her fair body.
Her body had already been involuntarily prepared for him. Even though she knew that he didn't know what he was doing, she still couldn't resist him.
His persevering arms tightly hugged her soft body, the two tightly intertwined bodies, and his strong body rushed wildly into her soft and private parts. When he was drunk, he lost a tenderness,
More wild.
Ling Yanyan's hands gripped his shoulders tightly, leaving deep fingerprints.
"Um...ah..." His back and forth rhythm made her moan out, "I love you, I love you..." Ling Yanyan's wet tears fell on his
The body is mixed with sweat.
Let this be the last time you let yourself be by his side! The last time you let yourself indulge in pleasure under his body, and the last time you let yourself be attached to his warm embrace.
After the joy, Feng Zhiming fell into a deep sleep, and there was a steady sound of breathing. Ling Yanyan lay on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her tears slid down silently and fell on his chest.
.
He is not her whole life; he is not something she should expect.
Ling Yanyan resisted the pain in her body, got up from the bed, took the pink silk pajamas neatly stacked at the head of the bed and put them on, leaned down, and kissed his lips with her pink and red lips. The stubble on her chin was very prickly.
It hurts, but nothing can beat the pain in my heart.
She opened the cabinet, took out her clothes, and put them into a small box. If she wanted to completely cut off, she had to move all her things away. This home, which originally belonged to her, no longer belonged to her.
She did.
After putting on some clothes, I took another look at Feng Zhiming on the bed, saying goodbye to the one I love.
She turned around, picked up her suitcase and walked out of the room. The early morning night seemed particularly cold, and the cool breeze that blew messed up her hair and messed up her heart.
She pulled her suitcase and walked on the road. After a long time, a car came into her sight.
"Miss, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked Ling Yanyan, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with tears in her eyes and a pale face.
Ling Yanyan suddenly didn't know how to answer? Yes! Where is she going? Where is she going? Maybe she shouldn't stay here at all.
"How about I take you to the hotel?" The driver looked at her carrying her luggage and couldn't tell where she was going, so he said to her kindly.
"No! Don't!" Ling Yanyan refused without thinking. She didn't want to go to the hotel. The hotel was only temporary and she didn't want to become a passerby in this city.
"Then where are you going?" The driver slowed down but still said patiently.
After Ling Yanyan was silent for a long time, she spoke an address.
From the villa area in the East District to the villa area in the West District, the taxi stopped in front of a villa more than an hour later. Ling Yanyan paid the fare and stood in front of the villa with her suitcase.
The taxi had already left, but Ling Yanyan did not ring the doorbell. She squatted on the square pillar next to the door, wrapped her arms around herself, and let herself disappear into the night.
Li Minghao was wearing white sportswear and a white towel wrapped around his neck. He walked out of the villa door and saw a petite figure squatting on the ground beside him.
"Yanyan?" Li Minghao looked at her in surprise. He sat in the corner with his body cold, picked her up from the waist, walked into the room, carried her back to the bedroom, and ordered Wu's mother who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen to take Ling Yanyan to her.
The luggage was brought in.
He put her gently on the bed and covered her with a quilt. How long had she been outside the door? Her body was so cold that there was no warmth at all.
Ling Yanyan woke up leisurely and looked at the somewhat familiar room. The memory of last night slowly came to mind, "Minghao."
"How long have you been out there?" Li Minghao looked at her weak appearance and really wanted to beat her up. "Why didn't you ring the doorbell? Why didn't you call me?"
Ling Yanyan looked at him aggrievedly, "It's very late."
Li Minghao brought a glass of warm water, "Here, drink some water first."
"Minghao, I have nowhere to go, can you take me in?" Ling Yanyan took a sip of water and looked at him pitifully.
"This room will always be reserved for you." Li Minghao held her in his arms.
At this time, Qin Lin's face turned gloomy as she stood by the door. It turned out that he loved Ling Yanyan, so he turned a blind eye to her.
His tenderness and affection are only for Ling Yanyan.