Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 122
"Ayayan, can you turn off the light?"

Lingyan hummed, walked to the door, and reached out to turn off the light.

She tilted her head slightly, the light from the street lamp outside blurred her facial features, and her jet-black hair was covered with a layer of white light.

The delicate profile is beautiful and elegant.

It stayed like this for a few minutes.

Lingyan walked to Shangdu and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

The whole body smells of alcohol and tobacco.

"Ayayan, I'll hug you."

Shang Du hugged her waist suddenly, his voice was very low and hoarse, his face pressed against her abdomen, and he pulled the clothes pinched by her abdomen with his hands.

Ayano was taken aback.

Blinking his eyes, his heart suddenly tightened.

In the silent and dark space, Shang Du hugged her, sobbing super softly.

Lingyan was at a loss, her beautiful eyes flashed a little blank, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

After a long time, she said something stiffly.

"Don't cry..."

Shangdu didn't speak, just hugged her and cried.

He has always been a strong person, never showing weakness to anyone, his whole body is covered with thorns, he does not get close to others, and his whole body is filled with an aura of keeping strangers away.

Such a proud person suddenly hugged her and cried.

Lingyan didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how to comfort him.

My mind was in a mess, and my heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and I felt uncomfortable.

In a panic, Lingyan pushed him away, held his face, and kissed him delicately.

She said, "Shangdu, you are the best."

Shang Du clenched her hand tightly, pinched her waist hard and pushed her to sit sideways on her lap.

His palms were very hot and scorching hot, and through the fabric of the cheongsam, it felt like an electric current sizzled and irritated her skin.

Lingyan was held down by him, and she curled up in Shangdu's arms.

Shang Du went to kiss her without any rules, and bit her, from eyes to nose, and finally to red lips.

Ling Yan let him make trouble.

Alcohol can make people bold.

He had dreamed about this matter many times in his dreams.

The first time he saw her in the sea of ​​fire, he wanted to kiss her.

Shang Du restrained her, sucking from her like a bandit.

The moonlight shone on him, and a black figure suddenly appeared at the door, about 1.8 meters high, wearing a sweater.

The hat of the sweater is so big that it can cover his brows and eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

He stood straight and stiffly at the door, his fingers creaking, his hands tentatively trying to knock on the door, but he never knocked.

After a long time, the black shadow gradually left.

I don't know how long it took, until Lingyan's lips were numb from the kiss, Shangdu left her, and buried his head in her neck.

Lingyan just hugged his waist gently, and accompanied him very quietly.

Another long time passed.

Shang Du let go of her, pulled the stool away with a snap, and stood up stiffly with his tall body.

The thick and dark brows were frowned, and the arc of the double eyelids was very shallow, down to a kind of indifference.

When the wine sobered up, he also reacted.

Running to others and crying and begging for hugs is the only black history for Shangdu over the years.

The main thing is that he also kissed the girl.

Shangdu regretted it, sure enough, wine is not a good thing.

Lingyan grabbed his sleeve: "Shangdu, you kissed me."

"Hmm..." Shang Du turned sideways, not looking at her, and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Then do you want to be with me?" Her voice was really gentle, like the warm sun in winter, the spring breeze blowing across the Lujiang River in March, so light and soft that Shangdu's ears seemed to be burned a bit. .

Shang Du took a tight breath, turned his head to look at her, his fierce facial features were softened by the moonlight.

She seemed to sigh: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

Lingyan pulled her lips and smiled, a trace of darkness flashed in her beautiful eyes, just when Shangdu wanted to explain.

She quickly dragged Shang Du to her body, and suddenly grabbed his hand, accompanied by a playful chuckle.

Shang Du was pressed against the door by Ling Yan.

It is very late now, there is no one in this alley, only the cicadas on the trees are shouting.

The street lights were very bright, hitting the figures of the two people who were kissing lightly at the door on the ground.

Lingyan stood on tiptoe, still holding Shangdu's head with one hand, forcing him to bow his head.

Shang Du also resisted from the beginning, but gradually surrendered, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently echoed her rhythm.

From the intense bite at the beginning to the gentle light taste at the end.

……

Ling Yan left his lips, her eyes sparkled, as if she had gotten some treasure.

"Shangdu, I will treat you very well, I only love you."

The highest state of love is distressed.

She is saying she loves him.

But he didn't know.

Shang Du's brows and eyes were filled with lust, he pinched the waist of the man in his arms, his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.

"Yayan, I'm in charge."

"be with you."

Ling Yan held his right hand with a smile, and easily took apart the watch, revealing the scar left by cutting his wrist and committing suicide.

Shang Du impatiently withdrew his hands behind his back, subconsciously not wanting to show the scar that represented his unbearable past.

Ugly, hideous and twisted.

When he sees it, he feels sick.

Lingyan held his hand tightly, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, she kissed him again, and said in his ear: "Relax, Shangdu."

This voice was the alluring poison, Shang Du's heart skipped a beat, and he relaxed his whole body, letting her hold his hand to watch.

Under Shang Du's nervous gaze, Ling Yan smiled with her lips bent.

Holding his hand, gently kissed and rubbed his wrist.

"It's so deep, our Shangdu must have been in pain at the time."

Suddenly, Shang Du's eyes became astringent.

Does it hurt?

It hurts.

But at that time, no one asked him if it hurt.

His father said to him indifferently: Can you be sensible, isn't it enough that your brother was killed by you?
His mother looked at him coldly, and said: Shangdu, you can do it yourself.

No one wanted to die, but they only thought he was making trouble.

But what's the fuss about Shangdu?
No one ever paid attention.

It was just because in that accident, Shang Du's younger brother Shang Xiu died, but Shang Du survived.

Shangdu's voice was hoarse: "Ayayan, do you want to hear a story?"

Ling Yan paused. In fact, she probably found out not long ago, but what she saw was different from what he said.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Lingyan said firmly, "I think so."

Shang Du pulled his lips and hummed, held her hand in his palm, and lowered his head: "Go to my house, okay?"

"it is good."

…………

Shang Du sat on the ground casually, with another bottle of wine beside him, he pried it open and took a sip before he had the courage to tell her.

These things are disgraceful, and they are a crack in his heart. He once persuaded himself to accept it, but he cared even more when he deliberately didn't care.

Most of the time, Shangdu thinks about it, so forget it.

Ling Yan sat next to him, took a sip of wine, and stayed quietly beside him.

"Ayayan, more than once."

(End of this chapter)