Falling back to gl

Chapter 125

The noon time is quiet, the scorching sun draws a slanted line under the eaves, and the sun is slightly drunk.

The fence in the backyard was built high, isolating all disturbances from the outside.

The door leading to the yard is also closed, even if the curtains are open, no one can peep into the secrets of the study.

After a few months of separation, almost half a year, they need a space to be alone, and they have to get used to it for a while.

Empty words seem weak at this moment, and they don't have much effect.

Nanjia put his arms around Ji Cen'an's shoulders, half closed his eyes, his fair neck was slender and beautiful, and his chin slightly tilted up as he approached.

Forbearance and restraint, it is difficult to hold on to oneself.

The gentle wind blows, blowing the densely layered leaves on the trees.

woohoo-

The light is a bit dazzling, with the restlessness unique to summer.

Ji Cen'an lay on Nanjia's body, said what he had just said again, and repeated it in a more gentle tone.

He spoke very slowly, biting the words, the moisture on his lips soon fell to Nanga's mouth.

The splendor cast a hazy circle around them, illuminating their entirety, so that all hidden thoughts and thoughts were exposed under the light, and there was nothing to hide.

Nanjia put his index finger in the middle of Ji Cen'an's mouth, signaling to keep quiet and not to speak.

Ji Cen'an turned to kiss her finger again, tilted his head, and leaned closer.

Nanga's knuckles were bent, but he didn't take them away.

...The document was dropped on the ground, and it was accidentally swept away by someone, with a slap.

The cup of coffee was left intact on the corner of the coffee table, and the ice cubes inside were gradually melting.

Warm and hot.

The temperature that belongs to the other party invades.

Nanjia's arm rested on Ji Cen'an's back, touching the previous scar.

The T-shirt worn by Ji Cen'an has a thin layer of fabric, and the scar can be vaguely felt when you put it on.

Exchanging breaths, they are familiar with each other's existence in their bones.

long time.

Ji Cen'an said, "Nanjia..."

The person in front of him responded.

Holding the person and sitting up again, Ji Cen said softly, "I miss you."

Nanjia caressed the corner of Ji Cen'an's lips again, leaned down, and put his forehead against him, touching him face to face.

The light of the day is bright, hanging high in the sky.

Nanjia is gentle, exuding a familiar and sexy charm everywhere, and she is the one who controls everything, not allowing Ji Cen'an to be distracted for a moment.

There is a clear smell in Nanjia's hair, which is left after taking a bath in the morning, and it smells very comfortable.

It is slightly similar to the faint smoke from Ji Cen'an's mouth, a bit like it.

It's all peppermint.

In the kitchen outside, the fire on the stove was burning, and the soup in the pot was bubbling and gurgling.

A group of helpers were busy inside and out, and brought freshly cooked dishes to the table.

Everyone was working in an orderly manner, and the living room was filled with the smell of food, which was completely different from the scene in the study.

Butler Zhao was still smart and capable of doing things. He ordered the two helpers to go to the second floor to clean up. After a while, he waved and asked a few people who had nothing to do to go outside to get some air, or send them away. Two reminiscences.

When the soup was ready, Zhao Qihong went into the kitchen himself and whispered, "Leave it alone, don't serve it to the table yet."

The cook was in a dilemma and said, "The dishes ordered later will be cold."

As long as the food is ready, it's another matter whether you eat it or not.

Without explaining a word, Zhao Qihong just sent everyone away, telling them to do what they should do, and not to stay here as a light bulb.

In less than half an hour, most of the villa was emptied.

Butler Zhao also gave himself a half-day off, so he didn't need to ask his boss for instructions. After cleaning up, the others left together.Go around and give up the place to the young people who have been separated for a long time.

The community is extremely quiet, and the bamboo forest in the distance is green and swaying with the wind.

Can't seem to stop.

The gate is closed, isolating those who are not.

After leaving for a few days and then coming back, this place is still the same.

Just like coming here last year, every item still maintains the style of a few years ago, and the angle of placement remains the same.

In the living room, the only difference is that there are two more flowers on the table.Put fresh roses in a bottle and put them together, in pairs.

When Ji Cen'an entered the door, he didn't pay attention to it. Aunt Yang actually bought it and put it on. After asking Nanjia's opinion, he specially made something to welcome Ji Cen'an.

Flowers are also Ji Cen'an's favorite species, and he bought them for Nanjia back then, but this time when Aunt Yang asked about them, Nanzong asked him to buy the same species.

On the second floor, the bedding and sheets have been replaced with new ones, but the style remains the same.

The owner of the house has a slight "obsessive-compulsive disorder", and must keep these things, and the obsession is very deep.

They are deeply trapped in softness, trapped in a prison named after each other.

Nanjia is so sweet that he is willing to fall into it.

Ever since I fell in, I couldn't get out, and I never thought about breaking free.

She is her fatal vulnerability, untouchable and not easily revealed.

As soon as we met, and later.

The same is true now.

That is doomed, and it cannot be changed no matter what.

It is the destiny that comes with it. Since there is such a catastrophe, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be futile.

The feelings that he didn't dare to express easily finally emerged slowly, and Nanjia was quite straightforward.

How stable and calm he was before, now he is more exposed.

"Look at me." Nanga said softly.

Ji Cen'an looked at her.

Returning to that time in a trance, reality and the past are intertwined.

They have spent countless times here, countless times like this.Due to the habit that has been integrated into the bottom of my heart, both parties are becoming less and less like themselves.

Nanjia grabbed Ji Cen'an's hand and let him touch her face and neck.

Ji Cen'an leaned on the sofa, his eyes couldn't leave Nanjia.

Nanjia bent down and kissed Ji Cen'an again.

Over and over again, over and over again.

Kiss repeatedly without feeling tired.

A fallen leaf was blown up by the wind, whirled and fluttered, swirled in the air, and fell on the windowsill not long after.

The cool breeze blows their hair.

Ji Cen'an obeyed Nanjia's everything and would not refuse.

Rows of books are neatly stacked, and the horizontal bookshelves are just one or two meters away.

Ji Cen'an raised his head, and he could see those things when he raised his eyes.

The world is only white, the same color as the ceiling.

Ji Cen'an's figure was reflected in Nanjia's eyes, only her.

Can't tolerate anything else.

woohoo-

It was the sound of leaves rubbing against each other again, that was all I could hear.

There was a burst of sound, neither light nor heavy.

That was the only movement left besides the breath in their jaws.

The outside world seemed to be still, stuck there.

Ji Cen'an's eyes were also occupied by Nanjia, and gradually he couldn't see anything else.

There is only one such person.

It's ok, let's separate again.

Ji Cen'an fell on the sofa and looked up at Nanjia.

In the middle of taking a breath, Nanga said in a low voice: "I came back a little late."

Ji Cen'an replied, "I met someone on the road."

While holding Nanjia's hand and interlocking his fingers, he told the specific situation.

The pillows and cushions on the sofa also fell to the ground, unable to withstand the tossing, and piled up into a crumpled ball.

Neither of them reacted, nor did they even look at it.

Nothing is important anymore, and since then, I have been separated from those chaotic pasts, and I can put them aside and ignore them.

Nanjia stepped back a little, held Ji Cen'an down, and lowered her soft brows and eyes.

Bow down, bend over.

Touch Ji Cen'an's scar and put her lips on it.

Unexpectedly, Ji Cen'an was startled, it was already too late to stop him.

The warm touch made her tense up, and her whole body remained in a frozen posture.