After washing it for about five minutes, Ju Nian's consciousness was still blurred, and the person kept leaning against the corner with his legs bent. Han Shuai was clean, and the scene he vomited in the car was simply his inner demon. Now her clothes were wet and stuck to her body. As bad as it would be, he couldn't stand it.

He hesitated for a while. Since he had been here, he still had the responsibility to deal with the dirty Orange Year more thoroughly.

"Don't think about it all, I'm for your own good. My mother said that wearing wet clothes is the most likely to catch a cold, and I feel uncomfortable for you." Han Shu tried to relieve the embarrassment in her heart, coughed lightly, reached out to unbutton her body, but found that her throat was like a wasteland that had been drought for ten years, full of rough sand and gravel, and she couldn't expect the mercy of the rain.

He was dizzy and blushed and untied her top and skirt with a flushed face. He didn't dare to step beyond the line. Even so, he still felt the changes in his body deeply. After washing it almost, he turned around and simply washed himself. He found a big towel to wrap Ju Nian. After wiping it for a while, he moved to the big bed in the center of the room.

In terms of the area of ​​the room, the proportion of this bed is seriously out of order, but the quality is obviously not very good. Han Shu and Ju Nian are not fat, but when they put their weight up, the mattress makes strange moans, which seriously stimulates Han Shu's hung fragile nerves and makes him cautious every inch of movement, otherwise the sound will kill him.

Ju Nian's hair had not dried yet, her face had turned pale, but her lips were red. Han Shu didn't dare to look closely, so she went back to the bathroom to wash the clothes of the two of them and hang them in a ventilated place.

His T-shirt was hanging very close to her top, swaying, like someone who was rippling inside but didn't dare to get close to her. He felt sorry for the clothes, and reached out to pluck her, and the T-shirt hugged the white top. Han Shu smiled.

After doing this, Han Shu felt tired. There was no stool in the room except for a bed, and it was only fifty yuan. He was beaten to death by someone who would not sleep on the ground. He climbed onto the bed gently, smelled the pillow and quilt, shook it hard several times, and slept carefully at the edge of the bed.

The consciousness and the body were originally highly separated. Han Shu's eyelids had already fought, but any faint movement on the other end of the bed hit his heart. Ju Nian seemed to murmur and moved. When Han Shu turned her head over, she had already kicked the towel and sheet on her body and turned her back to him.

Han Shu's Adam's apple slid slightly. She was very thin, but she was not bone-free. Maybe she had not yet grown completely. She did not have the round and undulating curves of beautiful women in male magazines. She only had a slender waist and long limbs. Her skin was not snow-white, but had an ivory luster.

Looking from Han Shu, the small fold lines at the junction of her neck, her shoulders, her back, her waist and hips all had a kind of awkward and mysterious beauty. He couldn't control his inner demons and stretched out a finger tremblingly, along the path that hooked his sight, gently winding down her spine.

It was the mountains that rose from the deep sea in his heart, which made people stranded, wandered, but could not conquer.

His hands were very careful, so careful that he doubted whether he had really touched her. However, Ju Nian's previous quietness was broken. She swung her head on the pillow, tossing and turning, her eyes closed, and her mouth was filled with low moans as if she was crying.

Han Shu got closer, and she just said that sentence over and over again.

"Where are you, where are you..."

At this time, what she still missed was to find Wu Yu. The person named Wu Yu was really that important? Why is he? What is he?

Han Shu felt heartbroken, not knowing who he should pity. He tried to soothe Ju Nian who was swaying in anxiety, and himself who was disoriented while climbing, grabbed her hand and placed it closest to his heart.

"Where are you?" Ju Nian still cried.

Han Shu whispered: "I'm here, don't you know? I'm here."

His strength flipped over with her. Ju Nian had only the closest clothes on her body. Her long wet hair was around her neck and wrapped around her chest. Her undry bangs covered her eyes.

Han Shu went to pull the hair on her face, but she opened her eyes halfway at this time. Han Shu froze and felt embarrassed. She was about to stop explaining, but she held it down, and she also found his other hand and placed it on the other side of her cheek.

So, Han Shu gently held Ju Nian's face with both hands, and her wet hair scratched his chest, like a silver needle hidden weapon, sneaking into his blood vessels, and the poison that was undetectable spread to the internal organs.

He forgot how he started, maybe because the sound of men and women fighting each other between the walls was like ghosts, maybe because the moaning mattress crushed his defense, maybe there were too many things in her eyes that made him indulge... Maybe it was all just excuses, doing nothing, he just succumbed to desire.

His memory started with the two of them being honest. Ju Nian fell asleep again, her breathing was long and slow, and Han Shu's flames burned so hard that he almost went crazy. He repeatedly told himself that I will treat her well in the future and will never be angry with her again, just like holding her face just now, like a pearl or a treasure, and will never let go.

He had never done such a thing, and his family was strictly managed. The only channel for education came from Zhou Liang's "collected album". It depicted something that seemed natural and natural, but he felt helpless and had no idea.

The city that was looking forward was just around the corner, and the shouts in his heart were deafening. However, when he finally came to the city and the arrow was on the string, Ju Nian bent his body slightly, and the sudden tight fit made him tremble involuntarily. The pleasure passed by like a meteor, instantly bursting from the scorching apex, burning into the coldness of the meteorite.

Han Shu fell on Ju Nian in frustration, and began to be glad that Ju Nian was not sober. Otherwise, she would have seen her clumsy appearance just now, and she would probably have no shame to survive.

I don’t know how long it took, but the howling of ghosts and wolves next door also stopped. The two of them were sweating with relish. Han Shu buried his head in Ju Nian’s chest, holding up his body to reorganize the rivers and mountains.

Perhaps because of the previous preparation, Han Shu's progress was going smoother this time. He lifted Ju Nian's waist and felt that he had really entered this time. After applying force, Ju Nian felt the sharp pain and slowly woke up.

With eyes facing each other, Han Shu went to kiss the corner of her mouth. But Ju Nian's eyes did not seem to be awake, as if she had fallen into the deepest dream, and then it was extremely scary. She screamed in surprise, and the sound was sharp and desperate, piercing the quiet night, making people feel panicked, as if the one who was pressing on her was not a person, but the evil spirits that had been entrenched in her heart for many years. They were the source of her nightmare and the maggots attached to her bones.

Han Shu was shocked and sweated. The sound insulation effect of the broken place was so poor that her scream was enough to alarm everyone. He did not dare to think deeply and covered her mouth.

"Don't shout...Ji Nian, I won't hurt you...Stop shouting, please, please..."

Ju Nian struggled under Han Shu, but his body was still limp. The burning part of his body was like burning red iron. Han Shu's desire defeated everything. He moved, and the extreme excitement slapped him like the tide of excitement. He took her to bump, like Noah's ark in the ocean of desire, the whole world was gone, leaving only two inseparable people. He couldn't hear the whispers in her ears, but he didn't dare to let go of his hands. Slowly, he realized that she was no longer struggling, and the fear in his eyes was dissipated a little bit, returning to the boundless silence...

There was no air conditioner in this room, the doors and windows were closed and extremely stuffy, and only an electric fan was whispering. Han Shu was afraid of heat, and his body was full of sweat, and Ju Nian was not much better. However, he kept holding Ju Nian tightly behind him, with his chest pressing against her back, like two soup spoons side by side. This metaphor made him feel heartwarming, as if there would be endless worldly entanglements waiting for them in the future.

She was admitted to a university in Beijing and would soon be separated from two places. It didn't matter. He was willing to see her. Every holiday, they could be together. Next, he would take her to see Dean Han and his mother. Dean Han said that you can't fall in love in high school, but you didn't say that college was not allowed. Four years, and four years later, they would get married. There was no problem with my mother. As long as he liked it, everything was fine. Dean Han always claimed that he would not seek future in-laws. As long as the girl had a clean family background and a good character, Ju Nian was so outstanding, how could they not like it? By the way, there was also my sister. When they were on their honeymoon, they went to Belgium...

Han Shu talked to her in Ju Nian's ear, and talked about Dean Han's expectations for him, the pressure given by his father, and his plans. She was drunk and might not be able to listen to anything. Han Shu fell into a dream in a whisper.

The protruding spring on the mattress made Han Shu unable to sleep well. At almost five o'clock, he woke up and his body's memory began to revive, so he once again lingered in Ju Nian. In fact, compared to the previous physical bliss, what he pursued this time was more of a feeling of possession.

She is his, and a certain part of her body will always have his mark. He can no longer be regarded as an irrelevant passerby.

Ju Nian seemed to be awake, but not, as he moved every time, he breathed heavily and murmured quietly.

Before the climax came, Han Shu couldn't hide her uneasiness.

"Ji Nian, do you know who I am? I am not him, I am not him!"

Ju Nian's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes closed tightly, without saying a word.

He is not him, maybe she has noticed it, so she hopes never to wake up.

In the early morning, Han Shu opened his eyes as scheduled. His biological clock was very accurate, but the closed curtains made him doubt his judgment. The air conditioner in the room seemed to be broken, and it was very noisy outside the window. He turned over and shouted in a hazy way: "Mom, what time is it?"

“Six forty-five.”

"oh."

Han Shu closed her eyes and stayed in bed for ten seconds before she realized something was wrong. It was not a fucking sound, but like her... Last night's memory was instantly activated. He flicked from the bed and sat up. Ju Nian beside him also stood up straight. The entire bed sheet was wrapped around him. He was naked and unobstructed. Even though he was so intimate last night, it still made him feel extremely embarrassed.

"I..." Any words at this time were stupid, and Han Shu chose to remain silent and wait.

He can accept any complaints she has, and he can give any promises she has.

However, Ju Nian mechanically lifted the sheet and looked at herself for the last time. At that moment, her silence was the strongest despair.

Ju Nian turned her back to him and put the dry clothes in the bathroom on her body. She tried to calm herself down, but her buttoned hands couldn't stop trembling.

"Don't you want to tell me something, Ju Nian." Han Shu was nervous. The more she didn't speak, the less he was suffering.

Ju Nian took five times more time than normal to tie all the buttons. She tried to pour herself a glass of water from the kettle on the bedside cabinet. The kettle was dry. When it was put back, the kettle almost knocked down the table lamp. Han Shu quickly held it with her hand, jumped out of the bed, and pressed her to the side of the bed to sit.

"Don't move, I'll do it." He put on his clothes every few days and looked for plugs everywhere to boil water for her. The hangover is the most thirsty, and he has heard of this.

The plug was finally found, but the anger was that the kettle had no response. Han Shu had never served anyone. After fiddling with it for a while, he realized that the kettle was broken. He kicked the bedside table a few times in anger.

"I'll go downstairs to get you a glass of water. Wait for me, I'll be back soon. Then we'll talk about it slowly...Ji Nian, say something, don't scare me like this."

She seemed to nod.

Han Shu was delighted and ran out quickly, found the boss who was still watching TV, and under his guidance, he went to the hot water room to make a cup of boiled water. The cup in the store was not clean, and he washed it carefully several times, but still felt it was not enough, so he asked if there was any honey in the store. Of course, the answer was no. So he asked the aunt in the hot water room to find him some sugar and put it into the boiling water. In this way, she would drink it at least sweet. Han Shu was willing to pick the stars in the sky to make her happier.

Han Shu carefully held the water cup and returned to the room. The door was wide open and there was no one inside. Only a few hairs scattered on the white sheets reminded her former existence.
Chapter completed!