It was not until the sky was getting dark that Ziyu returned to the fort, but found that Ye had come back. However, it seemed that he was answering the phone.
Ziyu did not call him, but stood quietly behind him.
"Did you find out who did it?"
"Check it out for me, no matter what method is used."
"Has she woke up?"
"I'll notify me as soon as possible when I wake up." Hang up the phone, Ye Yan leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, and felt a little tired.
A pair of small hands gently stroked the temples and rubbed them gently. A fragrant smell made Ye Yan feel a little more comfortable.
For a moment, no one spoke, and the servants passing by did not take a look.
The sun shines on the two of them, like an ancient oil painting, recording beautiful memories.
"Ziyu, are you in love with me?" He suddenly spoke, stopped all movements, and time seemed to be frozen.
"Ziyu, come." Ye Yan sighed softly, and felt such a reflection, which further confirmed his thoughts.
Last night, he might have been confused, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he treated her as the moon, but she was awake, and in her memory last night, she had more or less a fire.
When I met her, it was because she and Yue were so similar. After several years of getting along, I still had some feelings in it.
However, that was never love, and his love had long been given to his beloved woman.
Holding the little hand on his forehead, Ye Yan asked Ziyu to sit beside him, his expression was a little cold.
"Ziyu, you shouldn't love me. Last night, I pretended that it hadn't happened." The cold tone, like a note full of echoes, kept knocking on Ziyu's heart.
Haven't happened? Haven't happened?
It has never happened, how did the traces on her body come from?
It has never happened, so who gave the vivid pictures in her memory?
It hasn't happened, hehe, it hasn't happened...
"Yeah, until she woke up, how about it?" The low voice was silent, without any emotion.
Ye Yan didn't say anything, but it was enough for Ziyu to understand his answer.
Night, the last time, isn't it possible?
It's just the last time, the last time...
A small hand slowly stroked the chest, like a small snake, constantly touching and shuttleing.
Ziyu approached Ye Yan's chest, exhaling with her eyes as if she was charming.
Ye Yan's throat tightened, remembering the love last night, the ecstasy last night, and the various things last night. A fire suddenly ignited.
"Yan...can't it be?" The soft voice teased the last radiant, and with a low growl, Ye Yan hugged Zi Yu horizontally and strode towards the second floor.
If he can tolerate it, he is not a man or a saint.
As soon as he entered the room, the skirt on the bed just now was torn in half with force. Ye Yan stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him with red eyes. He couldn't help but feel hot and became rough.
The whole room was full of spring, and even the sun was red that day, my face turned red.
In the restaurant, Ziyu has been here leisurely for dinner for three days. Except for the evening and dinner time, the rest of the time is outside.
And as long as he is there, they will be the lingering thunder and earth.
Those traces of love on her body have never disappeared, only new ones have been added.
Suddenly, the clear sky suddenly became dark, with strong winds and wastes, lightning and thunder.
Seeing the dim sky, Ziyu was a little worried. At six o'clock, this time should be the time to come back from night. This road is all uphill, so nothing will happen, right?
Thinking of this, I couldn't eat anymore. I walked around the hall with a little anxiousness, and kept stretching my head and looking outside.
In just a moment, the downpour came and the downpour came. The storm and storm were so strong that Ziyu was even more worried.