Chapter 199: Conquering the Mania and Breeze Slowly
Chapter 199: Calm down the mania and calm down the breeze
Why let Yuting know this? Even Rouyu should not let her know that they are the objects of her protection. The less they should worry about themselves, the better.
"Well, sister, let me put it away for you. When you go, just take 20,000 yuan with you."
"Sister Ting, I don't need so much. I still have a few thousand dollars with me, which should be enough. You should keep all the money." Zhihao felt that a few thousand dollars would be enough to go to Xueting's place.
"If you are poor and want to be rich, bring more with you, or else bring 10,000 more."
"Yes." Zhihao nodded, picked up a stack and stuffed it into his bag, "Well, Sister Ting, I'm going back, you should have a rest early."
Zhihao stood up and walked towards the door with firm steps.
I don't know when, probably when he came out of Yuting's house that morning, Zhihao suddenly felt that he felt sorry for Yuting in front of Yuting. It was concentrated in that aspect, his feelings for Yuting.
Too crazy, I believe Yuting has endured something.
Zhihao clearly remembered that when he calmed down, he was still full of energy and high spirits, while Yuting looked slightly tired, like pear blossoms after the rain, with a hint of haggard written on her face and brows.
Ting's soft body was tightly hugged, and infinite pity suddenly arose deep in her heart.
But once he was in such a state and couldn't control himself, Zhihao secretly regretted what he did to Yu Ting, which was too crazy and even a bit rough. Such behavior gradually changed Yu Ting's enjoyment to tolerance.
Zhihao once felt Yu Ting's thoughts, but that state disappeared even faster than it came.
When Zhihao got up that morning, he saw Yuting's lazy body and haggard face. Zhihao sighed secretly. From that moment on, Zhihao thought to himself that no matter how much he longed for Yuting, he would always be with Yuting.
Unconditionally suppressing himself in front of him, he could no longer bring the impact of the violent storm to Yu Ting. After the hurricane of Yu Ting swept through, like the shadow of duckweed in the wind, it was deeply engraved in Zhihao's mind.
Zhihao's will was very firm, and he walked firmly towards the door. In his inner world, it seemed that after a struggle, he became extremely calm and calm.
When Zhihao walked to the door, he couldn't help but froze.
A soft and warm body hugged Zhihao gently behind Zhihao. Zhihao could clearly feel that Yuting's face was pressed tightly behind him, and her faint orchid breath could even penetrate
His strong back penetrated deep into his heart. Zhihao let out a long sigh, turned around and hugged Yuting into his arms.
"Why, Zhihao doesn't like my sister anymore?" Yu Ting asked quietly with her charming face pressed tightly against Zhihao's chest.
"No..." Zhihao didn't know what to say.
"Then why did you leave in a hurry without even looking at your sister?" Yu Ting's voice gradually became a bit resentful.
"Sister Ting, you misunderstood. How could Zhihao not like sister? It's just..." Zhihao's tone became stammering, and he had a lot to say, which was difficult to say.
"Just what? Is there anything I can't say to my sister?" Yu Ting was still in Zhihao's arms, her tone full of care and tenderness.
"It's just..., Zhihao was like that in front of Sister Ting..." Zhihao didn't know what to say.
"What's wrong?" Yu Ting chuckled, her face flushed, but she was as charming as ever.
Zhihao was speechless. He just held Yuting tightly in his arms and stared blankly at the quartz clock on the wall in the living room. It chimed softly, clearly and with a bit of sweetness. Yuting didn't say anything, but she still
Lying in Zhihao's arms, she was so docile, a bit like a petite sister.
After a long time, Yu Ting finally smiled meaningfully, "Zhihao, stop standing around like this and hug me."
Zhihao was still honest, his hands no longer roamed Yu Ting's body with such longing, he just hugged Yu Ting honestly, letting Yu Ting rest on his arm, and put his other hand on Yu Ting's body.
At Yuting's waist, Yuting lay quietly in Zhihao's arms, her body docile and soft, not feeling like a sister at all, more like a delicate and amiable woman.
The two of them didn't speak for a while, just enjoying each other's gentle embrace without distance, like a quiet night. In the autumn night, there was no melodious singing of cicadas, nor the howling of the north wind in the winter night. Everything seemed extremely peaceful.
Just like the two people lying there at this moment, their bodies and minds were completely peaceful.
It was Yu Ting's words that broke the leisurely tranquility at this time, like the layers of ripples slowly spreading on the amber-calm blue sea.
"What's wrong today? I've become compassionate." Yu Ting's voice was as faint as soft fragrance, which made Zhihao feel a kind of pride. Along with a bit of intoxication, he suddenly felt empty in his body. Because of the previous enthusiasm, Zhihao felt
Hao has gone back and forth several times between intense and calm. It is a kind of quiet enjoyment, but also like an indescribable torture. The sensitive part naturally leaves Yuting's body a few inches, so that Zhi
Haoneng continues to maintain a peaceful mind.
Zhihao smiled slightly, his eyes filled with soft light, and Yu Ting's calm and gentle tenderness in his arms made Zhihao's once uncontrollable emotions and repeated impulses become as calm as water.
, although Yu Ting’s words just now caused a considerable stir in Zhihao’s heart.
"Sister Ting, Zhihao has been wanting to tell Sister Ting these days that Zhihao really can't help Sister Ting." Zhihao said calmly.
"Why do you say that?" Yu Ting smiled.
"I just feel that I shouldn't have done that to Sister Ting, but as soon as the energy comes up, I feel like I can't control myself." Zhihao apologized.
"You...?" Yu Ting was still in Zhihao's arms, without even raising her head. Her warm body exuded bursts of warm tenderness, and she giggled, "I don't know if you are really stupid or...
You are so stupid, I am not a petite... girl, but I can still... stand it..." Before she could finish her words, she was already blushing with embarrassment.
Zhihao was stunned as he recalled Yuting's words. He was actually as tender as water, and his body felt like he was floating in the sea of clouds, mountains, and mist. The happy light and haggard look on Yuting's face reflected each other in front of Zhihao's eyes.
Hao doesn't know which feeling Yuting likes. Does she like every feeling?
The two of them were speechless for a moment, like a quiet autumn night.
For a long time, Zhihao felt a touch of emotion in his heart. He hugged Yu Ting tightly in his arms. It was a little tighter than the previous action. It was a warm and grateful hug. Now, he couldn't tell whether Yu Ting in his arms was Yu Ting or Yu Ting.
Sister or sister, in Zhihao's arms, she looks so petite and lovely, still gentle and calm, full of charm, and infinitely charming. I heard Yu Ting in her arms, murmuring as if to herself, "Silly brother, no matter what
No matter how you...treat me, I will like you, as long as you...feel good, that's all."
Zhihao was stunned for a moment, looking out the window blankly. Zhihao could feel that this was a love that transcended family ties. It was much more subtle than simply caring for his sister, and it made people feel more delicate and lingering in their hearts.
Lingering, endless.
Zhihao was moved for a moment, hugged Yu Ting tightly, and stammered, "Sister Ting, from now on... I will be... gentle, and I will never be... like that again."
"You...?" Yu Ting smiled coquettishly again, "Whatever you want is fine, I like it."
In the quiet night, the dark night looks soft and silent. The silence is full of warmth, romance and tenderness, which exists at all times.
