061: If we can’t be together, then we’ll die together. 061: If we can’t be together, then we’ll die together.
The moonlight outside the window is sultry, a breeze blows in, and the elegant fragrance comes to the nose. The incense burner placed on the dressing table burns incense quietly; the white mist rises and swirls, as if a thin layer of mist is sprinkled on the mirror.
White frost.【^】
The lingering and passionate kiss was inseparable, and the thin and dense kisses came all over the place without any hesitation or hesitation. They were passionate and exciting, and their whole body exuded hot temperature, pushing the temperature in the room to the extreme; his hot palms spread
He crossed her shoulders and gently pulled down the thin shoulder straps. The pajamas half hanging on her body were already messy and wrinkled in hundreds of ways.
The blood in her body was surging excitedly, rolling back and forth, with an indescribable emotion and heart palpitations. Her eyes, which were always cold and cold, were full of lustful red, and her mouth was dry. She could no longer resist the charm she brought to him.
, gradually sinking into her beautiful body, every touching and sultry expression, and the faint sound of mosquitoes make people's hearts surge, and the Susu Mama seems to draw away his soul too...
He lowered his head and leaned on her neck, biting her white and tender neck carefully, just like a vampire's persistence and obsession with blood.
Si Lan's fingers were mixed into his fine and soft black hair. His hair had an unspeakable softness... A drop of sweat dripped along his sharp chin and onto her chest, glowing with an ambiguous light...
The warmth of spring in a room, the ambiguous atmosphere, the entangled two people, the picture is charming, and the atmosphere is filled with unspeakable emotions.
Qin Xin turned around and leaned against the cold wall, looking up at the crystal lamp that had fallen in the air. The flickering orange light felt inexplicably cold. She slowly squatted down and rubbed her arms with both hands, trying to get a little warmth.
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Suddenly, black shadows surrounded her. Lan Yunsheng leaned forward and extended his palm to her. His low voice wandered in the quiet corridor: "I will take you back to your room."
Qin Xin raised her head and stared at him with watery eyes. Because she had no light behind her, she couldn't see his expression clearly, and an ugly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. After hesitating for a long time, she finally raised her hand and handed it to him.
Lan Yunsheng put away his palms and gently pulled her up. After letting go, he put his coat on her shoulders and patted her twice: "Let's go."
Qin Xin looked at his broad back, followed immediately, and whispered: "How is Aunt Wen?"
"The wound is not serious after being treated." Lan Yunsheng looked forward, but out of the corner of his eye he caught the loss and sadness on her face.
A silent sigh.
After sending Qin Xin to the door, she opened the door, turned to look at Lan Yunsheng, returned his coat to him, and said softly, "Good night."
"Xin'er..."
Just when she was about to close the door, Lan Yunsheng couldn't wait to speak, staring at her with conflicting and tangled eyes.
Qin Xin's movements stopped slightly and she looked at him blankly: "Is there anything else?"
"Forget him." Lan Yunsheng raised his hoarse voice, his eyes grew darker, and after a pause, a heavier voice came out calmly: "He is not suitable for you."
"I know." Qin Xin nodded, and just replied these three words, not allowing him to say more, and closed the door.
Lan Sichen still has some love for herself in her heart, and she knows it better than anyone else; even if she doesn't want to admit it, she still has to face reality...
But, how could I be willing to do so!
If he had known what would happen today, he would have been better off dead. At least he could occupy the most important position in his heart forever.
But now what is left for her, her family is gone, Sichen is gone, Wen Wanrou doesn’t allow her to get close to them...
There is nothing left...
——————The pure young master’s dividing line——————————
The first ray of light in the morning came through the window, filling the room with warmth; the wind came in waves, with a slight fragrance, refreshing the heart and mind. Lan Sichen frowned and opened his eyes. The first thing he thought was that this was not his room.
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Everything that happened last night came to mind bit by bit. I felt the weight on my shoulders. I turned my head and saw the person lying on my chest, and my face froze.
Si Lan slept deeply, closing her eyes to make her eyelashes look even longer; she was as quiet as a kitten; one of her hands hung on his neck, and the other held her; and her big
His palms rested on her slender waist without any obstruction; he touched her fair and tender skin intimately.
Her slender neck, collarbones, and chest were all covered with tiny, ambiguous kisses. The sheets were messy, and their clothes fell to the floor. Her slightly pouted red lips were red and swollen; she could be as charming as she is.
How charming...
The bed sheets were messy, the ambiguous kiss marks, and the scenes were playing in my mind. There was no need to confirm anything about the scene at this moment...it was clear what happened!
Lan Sichen felt a trace of annoyance when he closed his eyes, raised his arms to cover his face, and pressed his temples tightly with two fingers; how could he do this! How could he not control himself and treat her like this.
He sighed heavily, unable to calm down the gloom in his heart.
I don't know how long it took, but he gently took her hand away, moved her head to the pillow, picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on one by one; only the shirt was wrinkled and shapeless, and he put it on her body.
, he didn’t button up any buttons, exposing his strong chest, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking back at Si Lan who was sleeping... He could do it.
Tenderness and affection flashed across his eyes. Only when she couldn't see him could his emotions be released. He dared to stare at her with such an unsuppressed look. His fingers gently pushed aside the hair that covered the side of her face. His fingertips
All the way down her forehead, past the center of her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, to her lips, her fingertips gently rubbed the red and swollen lips...
Thinking of their passionate embrace and kiss last night, and her words last night, my lips couldn't help but overflow with a faint smile, which seemed like satisfaction, like happiness, like infatuation, like...
She could no longer remember what happened that night, and he was not so wary. At this moment, he completely let go of his wariness, his fingers stayed on her lips, and he murmured to himself in a low voice, as if speaking to her, but also to himself.
"Slan, time is like a row of wrongly buttoned buttons. It's just that the buttons can be unbuttoned and buttoned again, but time cannot be turned back. There is a sentence that I will never say to you in my life, and that sentence can never be said.
words, but it is the most precious love in my heart!"
He leaned over and kissed her lips with his fingers, stood up without any hesitation, turned around and left the room, closing the door so lightly that there seemed to be no sound, but Silan still opened his eyes.
She turned her head and looked out the window. The sunlight came in and drove away all the haze. She gently touched her lips with her fingers, as if the warmth of his fingertips was still left. The next second, she lifted the quilt and licked her lower body.
There was no cover on the bed, so I walked to the dressing table, took the incense burner and walked into the bathroom, poured the ashes into the toilet, flushed it away, and put it back in its original place.
Standing in front of the mirror, he saw the love kiss marks on his neck and chest. His fingers gently touched the bruises as if they were faintly painful. A faint smile flowed in his watery eyes; his lips curved slightly and then slowly...
Falling, the breath is complex and deep, making people unable to figure it out.
This is a kind of spice that is actually no different from the original incense. It just goes with the lip gloss she used yesterday. It happens to be an aphrodisiac, a drug that confuses people...
The fingertips gently slid from the left side of her lips to the right side, with a smile on her face...
Si Lan dressed neatly and went downstairs. Everyone was downstairs. However, Wen Wanrou was injured and stayed in the room to rest, so she could not go downstairs to have breakfast with them. When Qin Xin's eyes fell on the hickey on her neck, she was so surprised.
A complicated story...
When Lan Sichen's eyes met hers, he felt a little unnatural. After breakfast, he remained silent.
Lan Yunsheng also knew what happened last night. He didn't say a word, and his eyes wandered between the three people from time to time. He didn't understand why Wen Wanrou did this, and he didn't understand why someone would murder Wen Wanrou.
After breakfast, Silan and Lan Sichen were going back to the company for a meeting. Lan Sichen was driving, and Silan was sitting in the passenger seat. His eyes seemed to be passing over her neck, and he had a thousand words to say.
My heart is spinning and I still don't know how to speak.
Si Lan seemed to have read through his thoughts and raised a smile on his lips: "I volunteered last night."
Lan Sichen suddenly stepped on the brakes and moved forward uncontrollably. His chest hit the steering wheel. His eyebrows were furrowed. He turned to look at Si Lan who was sitting as steady as a mountain. His bright eyes were clean and penetrating, and he was so well-behaved that people couldn't help but wonder.
Did she say what she just said?
"What's wrong with you?" Silan looked at him with a smile, stretched out her cold hand and touched his forehead, "I don't have a fever!"
"Silan...we..." Lan Sichen hesitated to speak.
How should I say a lot of things, admit that I am moved, admit that I fall in love with her?
——Can’t do it.
The deeper the feeling for her, the tighter the shackles of memories will be, and the nightmare of that night will chase him to death. The deeper the love, the more unable to face the cruelty he once did to her.
thing...
He didn't even dare to think that if it weren't for God's mercy, she would have died like that, and then how long he would have to wait to die...
"I won't force you!" Si Lan's eyes were gleaming and shining, his lips were always leaning on a beautiful smile, and his voice was always soft, sweet but not greasy: "I believe that I can make you willingly admit that you fall in love with me.
That day."
Lan Sichen lowered his eyes, his handsome outline tightened, his deep eyes filled with a cold aura, and he said coldly: "Why are you so confident? Get out of the car!"
Si Lan smiled without changing his expression, not even frowning in his beauty. He looked as leisurely and content as if he was not being kicked out of the car, but was getting off on his own.
"I told you to get out of the car, do you hear me?" Lan Sichen spoke again, his voice even colder, filled with disgust and disgust, and he kept wandering in the small space.
"Okay." Silan replied with a smile, unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door open, and got out of the car.
Lan Sichen started the engine without any hesitation, and made a series of movements without any delay...
Silan stood there, not angry at all, smiling and waving to his car as a farewell.
Lan Sichen saw her smile through the rearview mirror, and felt a dull pain in his heart. The look of disgust on his face a second ago was completely gone, but was filled with unspeakable sadness and pain; something kept expanding and colliding in his heart,
He wanted to suppress it again and again...
But the more depressed it is, the more uncontrollable it grows, crazily, and swells.
If he continues like this, he will be unable to control himself and will tear his soul into pieces and never put it back together again. Her smile in the rearview mirror is getting blurry, and the strongest feeling in his heart is to turn around and not leave her alone.
He is here, but his reason is pulling at him. He can't look back, and he can't give her any hope...
At least, if she doesn't give up hope now, she will suffer less pain after waking up from the dream. I have already made her fall from heaven once, and I don't want it to happen a second time!
If you can't love each other, then whether you are close or distant, it will be a kind of torture for him.
Silan, what should I do to make you leave with all your heart and stay away from this place of right and wrong; what should I do to keep all the pain to myself and make your life easier...
If I have to bear the retribution alone, why should I involve you? This is not fair and unfair to you.
The corners of his eyes were dry and painful, and he put his hand on the gearshift. He struggled painfully for a long time, and finally closed his eyes not to look at her smile or think about it. He stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
Silan walked slowly along the roadside. Occasionally, a vehicle passed by and whistled to her. She was in a good mood and did not react at all. She just stopped and turned her head to look directly at the sun. The strong sunlight was hot and dazzling, making her unable to open her eyes.
Eyes, I don’t know why my mood is so good.
Because she keenly sensed that Lan Sichen's emotions were suppressed to the extreme, and he was almost about to collapse...
The only person suffering now is Lan Sichen...only him!
Lan Sichen drove the car directly to the remote seaside. There was not a single car on the deserted coastal road. He parked the car on the side of the road and faced the sea. The sparkling sea surface was dazzling and dizzy, and the sea breeze penetrated it.
With the salty smell, the endless coast and the blue sky are connected in the distance.
He stood on the edge of the guardrail, staring at the seagulls flying in the distance, and shouted wildly and hysterically, as if he wanted to shout out and vent all the heaviness, depression, and depression in his heart, otherwise he would really suffocate.
!
Why do I have no control over her at all... If this continues, it will only hurt her more!
That's enough, Lan Sichen, you owe her enough, don't hurt her anymore, don't hurt her anymore!
Lan Sichen, who has always been colorless and aloof, could not suppress the emotions in his heart. He shouted heartily in a corner where no one could see him, venting the frustration in his heart.
There are some words that he cannot say even to death, and there are some secrets that can only be buried in his heart forever until the body rots and leaves this world.
——————The pure young master’s dividing line——————————
Silan soaked herself in the bathtub, white foam covered her whole body, and there was a refreshing fragrance. Her hair was tied up moistly, and a few strands fell down, and there were still crystal clear water drops on the tips of her hair.
Xu Ningmo didn't knock on the door, but walked in with a glass of milk, placed the glass next to her, sat by the bathtub, and stared at the hickey on her neck with a smile on her face.
"You know I hate sweet things." Si Lan looked at the cup and felt a trace of disgust.
"But you need to replenish your strength." Xu Ningmo's calm tone was full of meaning.
Si Lan raised her head and looked at him fearlessly with her watery eyes. Before she could make a sound when her bright red lips tugged, Xu Ningmo moved quickly and directly clasped the back of her head with his big palm, resisting the kiss that was kissing her.
There was no gentleness on her lips. He bit her lips roughly and wildly. There was a slight coolness to her lips. He bit down harder than Lan Sichen, making the kiss marks deeper and more intense.
The ambiguity...
Si Lan frowned in pain but did not resist, because he knew in his heart that Xu Ningmo would not do anything substantial to him.
Xu Ningmo seemed to have bitten enough. He raised his head and his eyes fell on her red lips and neck, with a look of satisfaction. He rubbed her lips fiercely with his fingers, and his tone was still soft: "Next time, I will let you
You regret being a woman."
"Next time, I will make you regret that you are a man." Silan warned unabashedly in his soft voice.
Xu Ningmo smiled nonchalantly and touched her chin with his fingers. The touch felt very good. He said in a gentle voice: "You are still aloof and arrogant. No one has ever dared to talk to me like this. Especially a woman."
"That's because they are afraid of death."
"I would rather you be greedy for life and afraid of death."
Si Lan's fair and fair skin was covered with water drops, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, she smiled coldly, and said coldly: "Wen Wanrou was attacked last night, should it be your masterpiece?"
It's a question, but the tone is very sure. She will not mistake the model of the bullet.
Xu Ningmo shrugged helplessly: "It's not just to give you a chance to show off."
"You want to use Wen Wanrou's injury to get Lan Yuanmo to return to the city." Si Lan revealed his ultimate purpose in one sentence.
She would not be so sentimental as to think that Xu Ningmo did this solely for herself.
"Lan, in fact, the happiest people living in this world are often confused and careless people." Xu Ningmo's words are thought-provoking.
Silan lives too soberly and is as meticulous as dust, so she will never be able to have any happiness at all. Because she will ponder over and over again in her mind every move or even a word of someone else, guessing the purpose behind it.
"Didn't I live a confused enough life before?" So what's the result?
Xu Ningmo sighed slightly, with a hint of helplessness. He held her slender fingers and interlocked them, like intertwined ivy. It would be better if they were so closely connected that they could no longer be separated.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"You're right, I'm right, even... even Lan Sichen is right. The only thing wrong is..." Silan's low voice paused, and he looked at the pale smile on his lips: "
destiny."
Xu Ningmo was speechless for a moment.
He wanted this woman, but no matter what he did, he felt far away from her. The only thing he could do was to let her free, and he could only stand behind her and watch her. If she fell, he would help her up. If she
Bleeding, he will stop her bleeding, if she can't survive...
He wants to keep her alive at all costs...
All of this is fate, he knew it from the first moment he saw her, and even gave up even the slightest attempt to struggle.
This wasn't love at first sight, it was just an intuition. I knew intuitively that she was the woman who was destined to be...
If we can't be together, then die together.
He would never be able to let go.
Si Lan didn't say anything and kept soaking in the bathtub. His fair skin was as wrinkled as an old man of several decades. Until the hot water gradually turned into cold water, his whole body was as cold as ice and there was no warmth at all, and his blood seemed to have stopped flowing.
She never noticed when he left the room. She just slowly and slowly arched her legs, holding her knees with her hands like a baby in its mother's belly, curling up into a ball.
According to psychology, forming such a posture unconsciously indicates that the person is extremely insecure and suspicious.
Soon, this chaos will be over soon!
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Wen Wanrou's face was still as pale as paper. She leaned on the bed without any strength at all. After taking the medicine, the servant sent a phone call. She picked it up with her uninjured hand and signaled the servant to go out with her eyes.
As soon as the phone was placed against my ear, I heard a deep voice coming from the other side: "Are you seriously injured? I've booked a flight and will come back as soon as possible."
"It's nothing serious. There's no need for you to come back." She coughed lightly, her feeble voice coming out calmly, "You are so busy with work and can't spare any time anyway."
"Too many things have happened recently. If I don't come back, things will only become more serious."
Wen Wanrou hesitated for a while and sighed silently: "Okay, how long do you plan to stay?"
"About a week."
"I'll ask Yun Sheng to pick you up."
"No need, he stays at home and you take care of you. I have a meeting to hold, so that's it for now."
When the other party hung up the phone and heard the busy tone, he felt inexplicably flustered. There was a trace of doubt in his gentle and soft eyes. He always felt that someone was controlling all this, and the purpose was to get all the members of the Lan family to come back.
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Who is this person? What is his purpose?
Hearing the knock on the door and she answered, Lan Yunsheng pushed the door open and saw her holding the phone.
"Is this your father's call?"
"He is planning to come back. Please pay attention to everyone recently, and..." She hesitated and then said, "Don't tell Si Chen about this for the time being."
Lan Yunsheng didn't understand why his father couldn't tell Lan Sichen when he came back, but he didn't ask the reason and just nodded: "I understand."
Wen Wanrou's lowered eyes always showed uneasiness, fearing that there was something fishy in between. "Where's Si Lan?"
"I went to the company with Si Chen early in the morning."
"What do you think of her?"
Lan Yunsheng was silent for a while, thinking about the words: "Smart, wise, calm and composed, she is a very unique woman."
He was not stingy with Slan's praise.
A faint smile appeared on Wen Wanrou's lips and she nodded: "Actually, she is just as paranoid and persistent as Si Chen, so she is easily hurt. Yun Sheng, promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you must take good care of these two
Children! Never let anyone hurt them."
There was a flash of shock in Lan Yunsheng's eyes. He could understand protecting Lan Sichen, but why was he protecting Silan?