In the night sky, the moonlight was dim, the stars were sparse, and the entire earth fell into boundless silence.
Shangguan Chen still didn't show up. Han Zhiyan just lay quietly on the rocking chair, looking at the quiet night sky. The moonlight tonight has not changed, but she has become a human being. He is no longer the protagonist of his happy life. I hope that people will
For a long time, we share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
At this time, Xiaobing knocked on the door and came in, saying softly, "Young lady, it's windy at night, so it's better to go to bed early."
"Well, I understand, you should go and rest early." Han Zhiyan said with a slight smile.
When the clock rang at 12 o'clock, the door to Han Zhiyan's room was opened. She turned around in surprise and saw Shangguan Chen walking in with his face flushed and his steps unsteady.
Han Zhiyan immediately walked up to him, smelling of alcohol and telling her that he had been drunk all night.
Shangguan Chen's whole body was leaning on the thin Han Zhiyan, and Han Zhiyan used all her strength to help Shangguan Chen get on the bed.
He murmured softly "Xintong..."
Han Zhiyan's heart felt as if it was lightly hit by something, it ached, and her eyes were sore...
The expression on Shangguan Chen's face was almost painful. It was a kind of tangled pain that no one could understand.
Han Zhiyan couldn't help but reach out to smooth the sadness on his face, but as soon as she reached out, he was pulled tightly to the bed, pressing her underneath him, burying his head deeply in her neck, and his breath made her
Han Zhiyan's whole body trembled slightly.
Shangguan Chen's hot lips covered Han Zhiyan's lips, and sparks erupted between his lips and teeth, constantly deepening the kiss.
Han Zhiyan put her hands on his chest and said "Chen, don't..." between her lips and teeth.
But Shangguan Chen didn't seem to hear Han Zhiyan's words, and his kisses kept falling on her ears and neck.
And Han Zhiyan could still clearly hear that Shangguan Chen was still shouting "Xintong". He kept calling this name, but the name "Xintong" had become a taboo in Han Zhiyan's life. She was afraid of hearing this.
name.
His hot hands roamed Han Zhiyan's body with an ambiguous touch, making her tremble. His big hands pulled hard on her clothes.
Han Zhiyan was frightened by this situation. She wanted to push Shangguan Chen away, but his strength was shocking.
"Chen, I'm Zhiyan, wake up, I'm Zhiyan." Han Zhiyan tried to wake him up, but it didn't help.
Shangguan Chen raised his head and looked at Han Zhiyan with blurred eyes, gently caressed her fair face, and kissed her lips again with affection, gentle and lingering.
Han Zhiyan was stunned. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to push him away and let Shangguan Chen linger on her.
When this affectionate kiss deepened and became more intense as Shangguan Chen deepened, Han Zhiyan responded jerkily, hugging his neck tightly, and Shangguan Chen seemed to be encouraged, making everything more ambiguous.
Even though Shangguan Chen was drunk and unconscious, he still became very gentle.
The tenderness made Han Zhiyan want to cry, because the treasure contained in his tenderness did not belong to her, and the person he was calling was not her, but Xintong. Tonight she was just Xintong's substitute, a substitute for love.
.
Thinking of this, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and Han Zhiyan murmured, "Chen, please see clearly, I am not Xintong, I am Zhiyan, you must always remember me."
The two of them were constantly sinking and entangled, unable to extricate themselves.
There was silence outside the room, with the moonlight shining softly into the room, so gentle and quiet at night, with only the ambiguous breathing filling every corner of the room.