Rose with Snow

A few simple words spit out from Huai Xu's mouth, hitting Song Yingshi's eardrum, causing a cold ripple.

She lost her mind for a moment, then met Huaixu's eyes again, and blurted out:

"You're angry?"

"no."

Song Yingshi nodded.

She also felt that Huai Xu had no reason to be angry.

But when she saw the meaning in Huai Xu's eyes that she could not understand, the words broke out like this.

Song Yingshi didn't want to spy on Huai Xu's thoughts, she answered the previous question:

"As long as it makes you happy."

Huai Xu smiled at her, and the smile was still cold.

She had been sitting on the desk, but now she stood up straight and stretched out her arms to open the wardrobe.

It was full of clothes with fluff, almost all of which were purchased by Song Yingshi, and most of the tags had not been picked yet.

Huai Xu's fingertips slid across the clothes, and when she didn't look at Song Ying, her words were cold:

"Choose one and replace it."

Song Yingshi obediently stepped forward, Huaixu asked her to choose, and she carefully chose the style she liked.

In the end, she opted for a red velvet V-neck dress with a tag that was just above the knee.

Song Yingshi took this skirt and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom was very clean, Song Yingshi changed her skirt in two or three times, and was about to go out.

When he opened the door, he saw that Huai Xu was in front of the door, blocking the road tightly.

Huai Xu's net height is only one or two centimeters higher than Song Yingshi's. I don't know if it was because of Song Yingshi's psychological effect. At this time, Huai Xu in front of her caused her a strong sense of oppression.

She opened her mouth, closed it again, turned her eyes away, and landed in the mirror in front of the sink.

Seeing herself in the mirror.

Huaixu followed her to look, and the two eyes met in the mirror.

Huaixu only stopped for a while, her eyes flowing like water on the mirror surface, and also flowing over Song Ying's exquisite body that was curvilinear by her skirt.

When Song Yingshi's chest felt tight, she realized that she didn't know when to hold her breath subconsciously.

Huaixu's eyes are quite intimidating.

But this powerful aura actually aroused Song Yingshi's desire to "play against each other", and she didn't like to be disadvantaged in this confrontation.

Song Yingshi slid the tip of her tongue across the inside of her lower lip, her lips wriggling into a bright smile, and asked Hua Xu in the mirror:

"Do I look good in a red dress?"

Huaixu didn't answer directly, and said, "What do you think?"

Song Yingshi tilted her head, her long soft hair slipped down her shoulders, her tone seemed to be coquettish, and she seemed to be ordering:

"I want you to tell me."

Only then did Huai Xu withdraw her gaze, she retreated from the bright white mirror to the shadow of the door frame, and her gaze swept Song Yingshi from beginning to end.

"Looking at the clothes from the viewer's point of view, you can really see it more clearly."

Song Yingshi took a step forward, and even turned around in place to show herself, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Just look at the clothes?"

Huaixu leaned against the door frame in a relaxed manner, with one hand in her pocket, there was a unique spontaneity in her posture, and it was like arrogance.

She did not answer the question whose answer was obvious, and said:

"You're so smart, you should have guessed what I want you to do."

Song Yingshi paused.

Guess.

How can you not guess.

When Huai Xu asked her to put on the clothes she bought, Song Ying thought of that night in the hotel.

She did the task to buy clothes for Huai Xu, let Huai Xu try them on, and then let Huai Xu take it off in front of her.

Although she only wanted to let Huaixu show her shoulders to perfunctory the system, but she was subject to the interpretation of the system at that time, which may still hurt Huaixu's self-esteem.

Now Huaixu wants to take the opportunity to get her back.

The psychological pressure of this incident was mainly due to the inequality of status, but Song Yingshi didn't have this concern and didn't care much about revealing in front of the same sex.

Song Yingshi even thought it would be a good deal if Huai Xu could heal the trauma and then complete the task of mood value.

Song Yingshi asked Huaixu with a smile, with a relaxed tone: "You come, or am I coming?"

Huai Xu hummed softly, but didn't answer for a while.

She looked at Song Ying, who was smiling and smiling.

The eyes and brows are magnanimous, and the smile shows confidence and carelessness. It is the Song Yingshi she is familiar with, and the dazzling Song Yingshi.

Until Huai Xu saw the collarbone chain around Song Yingshi's neck, she thought that Song Yingshi had stuffed a lot of accessories in her suitcase.

Huai Xu nodded and said, "Wait a minute."

When you're done, turn around and go out.

Song Ying was startled.

After waiting for a minute or two before Huai Xu came back, Song Yingshi rubbed the tip of her nose and walked out tentatively:

"Huai Xu?"

The bathroom created an ethereal echo of her voice, and before the voice completely disappeared, Huaixu came back.

A lavish white headband with a patterned pattern wrapped around her fingertips.

Under Song Yingshi's gaze, she held up the hairband in front of Song Yingshi's eyes.

The ends of the headband were wrapped around her cold white fingers and drooped down the gaps between them.

Through the hair band, Huai Xu looked directly at those invisible eyes:

"OK?"

Without waiting for Song Yingshi's reply, she pressed both ends with her hands.

The headband slowly covered Song Yingshi's long eyelashes, followed by the eyelids, and then went around the temples until it tied a knot at the back of her head.

Song Yingshi's lips parted slightly, panting for breath.

When a person loses sight, other senses suddenly enlarge and extend.

The faint smell of disinfectant floating in the air was suddenly very pungent, and the sound of Huai Xu's fingertips on the washbasin was short and dull.

It was like stepping into a deep pool with one foot in the air, surrounded by suffocating water vapor and the panic of the unknown.

Song Yingshi's calmness was gone, she bit her lip:

"why?"

Why cover her eyes?

"You do nothing without explaining why, so why are you asking me now."

Huaixu's tone was slow and slow, and finally paused, calling out lightly:

"Miss Song."

This salutation, which was not respectful, but rather sarcastic, reached Song Yingshi's ears, and at the same time, something touched the tip of her chin.

The temperature between warm and cool is Huaixu's body temperature.

Her stroking motion was as light as a feather swiping, and Song Yingshi's jaw arched slightly when she put her knuckles together.

Like putting the toy in the position he likes, and showing intimacy like teasing cats and dogs, cold and provocative.

Then, the sound of water dripping came from Song Yingshi's side.

When she couldn't see anything, she heard the sound of water, and Song Ying's body was tense subconsciously.

It's nothing, it's just the sound of water, Huaixu may be washing her hands, it's nothing.

Song Yingshi comforted herself, and her muscles gradually relaxed.

The splash of water seemed to splash on her ear, Song Yingshi listened carefully, but did not dare to be too careful, her fingertips hooked hard.

Knowing that there were two people in the room, Huai Xu did not speak, as if standing in the shadow of silence, leaving her alone under the bright incandescent lamp, revealing everything.

No sound, no solution, nowhere to hide.

Song Yingshi felt that every piece of exposed skin was hot. She had to say something to distract her and ease her discomfort.

"Are you washing your hands?"

Huai Xu quietly watched Song Ying's lips open and close, with a slight trembling, her nose gently opened and closed.

On his side, the water from the faucet kept flowing out, filling the small half pool.

When she stood in front of Song Ying, she didn't move, she just turned on the faucet.

Huai Xu turned off the tap and smiled happily.

"Now, you can start."

"…"

Song Yingshi wanted to step back, to hide, to lean back against the wall for a sense of security, but she stopped abruptly.

Just a hairband.

Song Yingshi comforted herself that this had no effect on what she was originally going to do. With or without a headband, she was ready to do that.

Song Yingshi licked her dry lips.

The passage of time seemed to pass her by, and after an unknown amount of time, she was finally willing to raise her arms, put her hands behind her back, and wrap her long hair around her neck.

She fumbled for the hidden dress zipper and pulled it down.

As soon as the zipper went a finger length, Huai Xu's voice sounded again:

"Turn around."

"…"

Song Yingshi could not describe this feeling.

She didn't want to be obedient, but at this time, the portrait of Hussain had the supreme right, and she had to listen.

She obviously hadn't taken off anything yet, but she seemed to be standing in front of Huaixu with only a layer of skin on, her body was covered with the coolness of being seen through.

Song Yingshi turned around silently.

Huaixu: "Not enough."

After three or four seconds, Song Yingshi turned again.

This time, turn your back to Huaixu.

The back-to-back posture made Song Yingshi even more tense. Her back muscles froze uncontrollably, like a thin veil. All her vulnerable weaknesses were placed under Huaixu's eyes, and she accepted her choice. .

Huai Xu didn't speak, and Song Yingshi was fed up with this invisible mental torture.

She quickly pulled the zipper down with her fingertips, and her back suddenly cooled.

An action that she didn't care about originally made her calf cramp in the dark, and she lost the courage to continue.

Song Yingshi's hands froze at her waist, her fingertips trembled so badly that she couldn't continue.

Huaixu seemed to laugh softly, perhaps it was just a breath, but Song Yingshi couldn't really hear it.

I only heard Huaixu say:

"No need to continue, Miss Song."

Song Yingshi's voice trembled: "Are you satisfied?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

...Huai Xu's voice was so vague, as if it came from a door.

Song Ying was stunned.

She tore off her headband and turned to look.

Huai Xu did not know when they had gone out, and an opaque door separated the two.

She is the only one here.