Second Hand Love Letter

The long hair hanging down on the back was rubbed apart by the five fingers, and the sound of breathing became more and more obvious.

Shi Ran stared at Chen Ruoyu's face that gradually enlarged in his sight, and slowly closed his eyes.

The light by the window turned Shi Ran's closed eyes into golden light. This was the first time she chose to close her eyes, but she did not feel the loneliness of darkness. Make her heart beat faster.

The fiery breath was as bright as the summer sun, scorching on her skin and the vast world.

When it intensified, it was covered with tenderness, and the kiss of the dragonfly wiped her lips like this.

Gentle and gentle.

Shi Ran's back was held in Chen Ruoyu's palm like this, making her feel like a cherished baby.

After a long while, the cherry pink lips parted slightly from Shiran, and Chen Ruoyu stared straight at Shiran with her eyes down.

The sun plated her eyes with a beautiful golden layer, and Shi Ran only saw himself in her pupils.

As if a burst of electricity suddenly brushed through Shi Ran's mind, blood rushed to her brain.

The shadow slanted rapidly on the wall until it was level with the ground.

Shi Ran took the initiative to press over and kissed Chen Ruoyu's lips.

The screw on the ground was pushed and rolled into the distance, and Chen Ruoyu's long hair was scattered on the light brown wooden floor.

Shi Ran's kiss was a bit savage, with ten fingers intertwined with Chen Ruoyu, diligently absorbing the person who just took the initiative to tease him.

After kissing until her breathing was messy, Chen Ruoyu's eyes were covered with a small layer of mist.

After kissing, the shoulder straps of Shi Ran's long dress fell easily under Chen Ruoyu's fingers, and half of her shoulders were exposed to the sun without any concealment.

In a trance, the wind from the river seemed to blow Shi Ran's cheeks, and she suddenly realized that she seemed to have kissed Chen Ruoyu so domineeringly before.

Their undulating chests pressed against each other, Shi Ran separated slightly from Chen Ruoyu in a trance, and asked lightly, "Chen Ruoyu, did we go to that bridge on the day I came back..."

Chen Ruoyu looked at Shi Ran above her gaze, and nodded under her gaze, "Yes."

The words fell, and the orange figure of bean paste passed Shi Ran's sight.

She seemed to understand why Chen Ruoyu took the initiative to tell herself about Nancy or the bean paste, and her emotions were a little unclear: "So I told you about the... bean paste?"

Chen Ruoyu gave Shi Ran an "um" and put her hand on her waist.

The fabric of Shunwei chiffon is not smooth, and the lightness reveals the slightly higher body temperature of the owner, which also allows Chen Ruoyu's movements to be felt by Shi Ran.

Gentle and slow, as if to soothe his uneasy guessing that she had no other purpose.

"Bean paste is your cat, that's what I thought from the beginning when I brought it home."

Chen Ruoyu preached like this, looking at Shi Ran with serious and sincere eyes.

She gently hooked Shiran's waist, took her closer to her, and said, "And I still prefer your previous style."

The warm breath that hasn't calmed down fell to Shi Ran's ear with the voice. The man's words were too serious, but they were ambiguous.

Shi Ran was willing to believe Chen Ruoyu's explanation, but the pimples in his heart were actually opened up by the small melon seeds of bean paste early.

She sat up slightly on Chen Ruoyu's body, straightened her shoulder straps that she had torn down in front of her, raised her eyes slightly, and said, "This is my style too."

All the light in her line of sight fell into Chen Ruoyu's line of sight along Shi Ran's body, and she saw the familiar perversity in her eyebrows.

Chen Ruoyu's hand resting on Shi Ran's waist was about to move, but Dousha came over at this moment, sat beside them obediently, and called at Chen Ruoyu in a low voice and aggrieved: "Meow~"

In an instant, neither of them had the intention to continue.

Before Shi Ran could ask what was wrong, Chen Ruoyu took the initiative to say, "It's hungry."

Shi Ran immediately got up from Chen Ruoyu's body, stretched out his hand and picked up the kitten that was squatting in front of him, and put it in his arms without pity: "Pig bean paste, let sister touch it. Touch. Have you ever missed my sister? I haven't seen her for so long, why are you still such a pig?"

Chen Ruoyu happened to walk to the other side of the window to pour cat food for the bean paste. The crisp sound of the cat food being poured into the small bowl was mixed with Shi Ran's voice. I don't know which sentence hit Chen Ruoyu's point, let this The corners of the person's slightly drooping eyes raised a little, and a smile seemed to cross between his eyebrows.

Shi Ran keenly caught Chen Ruoyu's smile and turned to look at her, "What are you smiling at?"

Chen Ruoyu didn't say a word, she just put the cat food in her hand back on the cabinet and locked it, and then flicked the canned meat in Shi Ran's arms with the bean paste in her arms, and greeted, "Nancy, come to my mother's side."

That is to say, cats can't touch oranges, and dipping oranges is a foodie.

When Dousha heard the sound of the canned food, her whole little head stood up, and the chubby-looking orange struggled out of Shi Ran's arms at once, and ran towards Chen Ruoyu with small steps with its tail wagging.

Shi Ran sat on the spot and was annoyed by this scumbag who only had canned food in his eyes, and only after realizing it did he reflect what Chen Ruoyu had just said.

She stood up from the ground in such a light motion, walked around behind Chen Ruoyu, and pressed her on the sofa beside without giving her any preparation.

Shi Ran's wet lips were pressed against Chen Ruoyu's earlobe, extremely ambiguous, but he asked the teacher to ask the guilt: "Take advantage of me?"

Chen Ruoyu held Shi Ran around her wrist, and moved her gaze to Shi Ran while watching the bean paste eating.

"Throwing into the net?" Shi Ran repeated the four words Chen Ruoyu interestingly, but there was no anger in his voice.

Chen Ruoyu turned her head and nodded to her as soon as Shi Ran's voice fell.

The sunlight is slightly westward, and the warmth of the afternoon is still not reduced by half.

The eyes of the two people were entangled in one place again, and their eyes were also entangled with the ambiguity that was interrupted by the bean paste just now.

Chen Ruoyu's palm was against Shi Ran's arm, and the dampness and scorching heat gradually spread from this place to the whole body.

Shi Ran did not contain his thoughts, bowed his head and kissed Chen Ruoyu.

The loose shirt was half-faded to the shoulders, and the rich green satin flowing in the light was wrapped in snow-white.

The narrow space made Chen Ruoyu completely trapped in this world by Shi Ran, like a person who was adrift in the ocean and had no choice but to attach to her small boat. The pushing waves rolled over her body and wet her skirt. .

The deep kiss ended when both of them were running out of oxygen.

Shi Ran looked at the person imprisoned under him, smiled deeply, and asked again and again, "Throwing yourself into the net?"

The excessively hot breath burned on Chen Ruoyu's neck and shoulders without reservation, and the cold eyes were also infected with desire early.

Chen Ruoyu always knew that it was not Shi Ran who fell into the trap, but herself.

She missed this person's embrace for a long time, her brain was dizzy because of the hot blood, and her heart beat faster.

"Why do you keep looking at me and don't speak?" Shi Ran loosened the hand holding Chen Ruoyu, and leaned down maliciously.

The sofa is narrow and unavoidable.

The picks between Shi Ran's fingers were gently plucking her taut strings.

It seems that there is nothing, that is, it is intentionally not enough.

Chen Ruoyu's eyes instantly glowed with a forbidding red, and this time it was her turn to bite Shi Ran's shoulder.

The chatting started anew from the day Dousha came to this house. The pause button was broken down into many small buttons, and one by one was canceled by Chen Ruoyu. will be cancelled.

The last day of June was Shi Ran's birthday, but Chen Ruoyu had a desertion in the next city two days ago.

However, she is not that keen on her birthday. Since she was a child, not many people remembered her birthday, and no one celebrated her birthday. Sometimes a bowl of noodles and an egg in the morning is the end of her birthday. And the noodles are still noodles.

However, this year is not so eager to hang up.

Shi Ran thought so, and on his birthday this year, he didn't even eat eggs and noodles.

In the morning, Shi Ran had just finished some tasks at hand, and turned on his mobile phone to get ready to fish.

At this time, a message came in on the mobile phone by coincidence: [Dousha mother: come back in the afternoon, what do you want to eat? 】

The remarks were changed by Shi Ran on a whim two days ago.

Seeing Chen Ruoyu's news, Shi Ran was a little surprised, thinking about it, and said: [The bean paste says it wants to eat canned pineapple, shredded chicken breast, and Xiao Long Bao in Nangang...]

Chen Ruoyu smiled, looked at the traffic light in front of the windshield that had not turned green, and said again: [Ask Dousha if you want to eat Baxi's ice cream cake. 】

Shi Ran seemed to realize what Chen Ruoyu meant, and instantly sat up straight.

Chen Ruoyu didn't sell her any favors either, and then sent another message: [Are you free tonight, Miss Shi? 】

[Then I have to look at my schedule for today. 】 Shi Ran's contrived sermon.

After deliberately waiting for a while, she called: [Although Miss Shi's schedule is very busy today, she still has time to go to Director Chen's house next door for a meal. 】

Across the screen, Chen Ruoyu could imagine the little arrogance written in Shi Ran's smart eyes, and the cold eyes were bent in the rearview mirror, blooming a spring rose.

Chen Ruoyu was about to send a message to Shi Ran, but she raised her head as if noticing something.

On the other side of the intersection, there was a familiar white car rushing towards her, the sun was hitting it straight, and the reflected light was like a scythe of death.

Here, Shi Ran was biting on Xiao Ba's dried strawberry, and the phone that turned off the screen turned on again.

But what she was waiting for was not news from Chen Ruoyu, but a regular text message from an unknown number: [Farewell to your lover. 】