Chapter 150 150.The Last Night

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 150 150.The Last Night

The dance subsided and the prosperity came to an end.

The sound outside the window seems to be frozen in silent expectation, fearing to disturb the clear moonlight; the moonlight falls on all things, outlining their outlines, and making them appear extraordinarily distant; the wind is both meticulous and magnificent.

Li Qinglian returned to her room holding a cake in her hand.

Before leaving, she gave Nance a "come to me quickly" look.

The dance was about to end, the guests rendered by the program left the table one after another, and the hall became quiet.

The light from the crystal lamp is still as soft as before, and in the quiet air, you can hear the sound of leaves blowing in the garden wind outside the window.

Sister Marlene, who looked slightly drunk, was lying sideways on the sofa, as seductive as a lazy female fox.

When Nance came over, she glanced at him and said semi-sarcastically: "Aren't you going to accompany your little girlfriend?"

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Nance sat down and drank a cup of tea.

Sister Marlene kicked him with her leg: "If you have a young girl, don't get close to an old woman like me."

"I just like old women!" Nance skillfully grabbed her feet, held them up and smelled them, his face full of intoxication, "Smell it, it will refresh your mind. Marlene, your feet are actually a panacea~"

"nausea!"

Sister Marlene rolled her eyes at him.

Nance let go of her feet and fell sideways.

The two looked face to face.

The bad nun's carefully made-up face is extremely delicate and charming.

The neckline is a bit deep, and the majestic career line is cleverly matched with the collarbone. The milky white skin looks like some kind of cream. Nance tasted it and found it was slightly sour. It seemed that she had sweated a lot tonight.

"Don't torment me~"

Sister Marlene said softly.

Just when Nance raised his gaze, his eyes met the light above his head, and the bad nun moved her sexy red lips forward, leaving a bright pink kiss on his neck.

"..."

Nance touched the spot she kissed with his hand.

"Let's take Marlene's mark tonight!" Sister Marlene winked and smiled.

"Then I will return the gift."

Nance stopped her slender waist without hesitation and nibbled on her collarbone.

For a moment, Sister Marlene trembled.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, gently caressed his head with her hand, and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear with her other hand; her lingering and leisurely look exuded the alluring charm of a newlywed young woman.

The night is getting darker.

In the corridor on the second floor, Mrs. Li was hiding in the corner, secretly watching the scene below.

There was some movement outside the window.

It was as if someone sprinkled a basin of sand from upstairs, and it fell slowly. The sound spread out, and it was orderly. When you listened carefully, the sound turned into the sound of gurgling water, and scattered into countless small dots like music.

, covered everywhere: It turned out to be raining.

Nance raised his face and looked at Sister Marlene, who looked shy.

"You go back first." He ordered, "I can complete the next thing myself."

"Hmm~"

Sister Marlene was probably a little drunk and didn't quarrel with him any more.

That plump body suddenly burst into blue light, gradually becoming illusory, and finally dissipated into nothing... Nance stood up, took off his tie and threw it aside, and then walked upstairs.

It was raining heavily, and water droplets poured down on the glass windows.

Nance stood on tiptoe, walked to the door, put his hand on the door handle, and turned it gently.

The door opened.

He stood at the door of the room, not going in immediately, but just looking at it quietly.

There were no lights on inside, but the lightning that occasionally lit up outside the window could still be seen clearly.

The girl's room is large, with smooth wooden floors and white-painted walls; the window faces east, with white curtains hanging, and a leafy courtyard outside; there are many books piled on the table, erasers and notebooks next to them, and a calendar on the wall.

Full schedule written in beautiful small letters.

Li Qinglian was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

She put on her pajamas, and her stylish hair framed her face. How beautiful!

The little pink feet and the peaceful sleeping face are as touching as a baby's; those hands that are limp and loose, those soft arms are so calm and helpless.

There was a burst of thunder outside the window.

The girl was woken up.

She rubbed her eyes, came to the table and sat with her chin propped up, staring at the thunderstorm outside the window, thinking about something, with a slight smile on her lips. However, due to the angle, Nance could not read her subtle expression at this time.

With an expression on his face, he held his breath and walked in.

At this time, she was wearing a popular nightgown with narrow sleeves and gold and silver filigree patterns, and a narrow belt. She had drunk a lot of wine at the dance just now, and she was so drunk that even her feet were red, and she seemed to be hiding.

The toes are curled up as if. This look is particularly cute.

There was lightning outside the window again.

In the room that was briefly illuminated, the girl's clear silhouette was coated with a layer of fluorescent white cold light.

As if she were a ghost, she was perfect at this time, like a girl who walked directly out of someone's dream. This kind of pure beauty can evoke feelings similar to sadness in people's hearts.

Outside the window, the white camellias were shining quietly, and there was a birthday cake on the table in front of the window.

Nance came behind her and bent down slightly.

His cheek touched her smooth skin, and the pink fragrance penetrated his nose - it was alive.

"Qinglian," he called softly.

Li Qinglian took a deep breath, then looked back at him, her cheeks slightly bulging: "You're late!"

"You have to have a good plan." Nance turned around, sat down on the side, pushed the cake over, and "cut the cake!"

"I'll make a wish first!"

Li Qinglian clasped her hands together and put them in front of her mouth to make a wish.

Her long, moist black hair was tied with a pink ribbon. She was as beautiful as flowers blooming under the sun, casting a faint shadow in her dream.

"What wish did you make?"

"Actually, I didn't make a wish."

"Then what are you doing?" Nance asked doubtfully.

"I just said one thing to myself." Li Qinglian opened his eyes and smiled very intelligently, "Is our life over? No, it has just begun."

Nance clapped his hands: "The mentality is very positive and optimistic!"

"Come and eat the cake!" Li Qinglian happily shared the cake with him.

The rain outside the window became lighter. The two of them were eating cake and chatting about trivial things.

The moon came out again, and there was a nightingale among the lilac bushes in the garden. While the two of them were talking, the nightingale's audible chirping kept ringing; on the still treetops, a few stars twinkled.

Laughter kept coming from the room, and the sound of hands occasionally hitting the table was heard.

Li Qinglian behaved without restraint, and at the same time, she did not have the airs of a daughter of a big family.

With Nance by her side, she felt a sense of isolation and security. The breeze blowing in from the window kissed her cheek, tickling her a little.

"Remember to send me the wedding photos when the time comes." Li Qinglian said while eating the cake, with cream on the corner of her mouth. "I will frame it and hang it in the room. I will look at it three, four, five or six times a day."

"It got in my mouth."

Nance wiped her lips with his fingers.

She took the opportunity to stir it up with her tongue.

"Also, look at this camellia." She took advantage of Nance's daze and reached out to pick up the camellia on the table.

Liangsi's sleeve rubbed against Nance's hand.

He felt that he immediately fell in love with the cool sleeves. He wanted to say to her, "Please put the sleeves on my face," but he felt that the words were inexplicable, so he gave up the idea.

Li Qinglian put the camellia next to her cheek and smiled cutely: "Does it match me well?"

"right."
To be continued...