The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 204: Ink depth, I don't want to talk to you now!

Not long after, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

The season is warm, I don’t think about it. I think about it when I sit on the bed. If I forget it, this piece of meat is wrapped in gold foil. It’s too expensive and too difficult to keep. Whoever wants to take it away, why not, she doesn’t want it?

The door was knocked a few more times, then it was quiet for a few seconds, and then the man’s plain voice was heard: “warm.”

The season is warm and squatting on the bed, quilt the face to the face, do not want to hear his voice.

Mo Jingshen knew that she had locked the door in it, and the hand was screwed up in the door handle. He whispered: "Warm, open the door."

The season is warm and not snoring, stuffing yourself in the quilt and responding in a silent way.

The woman’s temper came up and she couldn’t let her go, so she kept herself in the room, and the tone became a lot harder: “The season is warm, open the door!”

Hearing his aggravating tone, the warmth of the season suddenly sat up from the bed and resisted the urge to throw the pillow on the door panel: "Do not open! I have a headache, I want to be alone!"

"When you have a headache, go to the hospital, shut yourself up and do something? Open the door!" The man's voice was low, and the tone was clearly a few degrees cold.

"Do not open, do not go, I want to sleep!"

"Seasonal warm!"

"Ink depth, I don't want to talk to you right now!"

"Do you open the door yourself, or am I coming?"

The warmth of the season is remembered in the basement of the bar last night. The strong door was opened by him. There are many ways to open the door. She can't stop him.

She did not move with her quilt in bed, and she didn't even talk about it. Anyway, he bought it in anyway. He wanted to squat.

The result was quiet outside for a while, and the warmth of the season suddenly came to mind. Since the apartment was bought by him, it is estimated that he has the key to the door of every room in the apartment.

When she thought of it, she suddenly sat up, ran out of bed and turned over the table and drawer at the bedside, and finally found the key to the bedroom door in the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

Seeing that the key was not in his hand, the season warmed down, put the key back in the drawer, went back to the bed, and continued to pick up the quilt.

Originally, I was mad, and I fell asleep in the quilt for a while.

When she woke up, it was already in the evening, the sunset was hanging in the distant sky, the room was a little dark, the season warmed up, and she looked at the still closed door.

Ink actually did not come in.

And there is no sound outside.

Is this going out? Or was she simply flying back to Haicheng with her coldness?

She slept for hours, and for a few hours, it was really possible.

The warm season sat on the bed for a while, and listened carefully to the outside movement. It was really no sound. She suddenly got out of bed and went to the door and listened to it.

The whole apartment is quiet as if she were alone.

The warmth will open the unlocked bedroom door. First, slowly open a door seam. When I saw the ground in front of the door, it seemed that there was something. She snorted and didn't see it clearly. She could only open the door again.

Just at the moment when the bedroom door is completely opened, like all the switches that have their own sensors, the dimly lit room in the evening is brightly lit, especially the lights in the living room are particularly striking with the roses on the ground.

The position of the whole piece in the middle of the living room is filled with rosettes. The heart-shaped flower path in the middle is unique. Even between the heart-shaped flowers, there are twenty-one cakes. The first cake is white. It represents the pure white innocent angel at the age of one, and then the color of the cake is gradually deepened. It is a gradient from white to pink to red. Until the last one, the twenty-first cake is the red representing marriage. .

The warmth of the season stood in front of the door, only to lose his temper, and even forgot his birthday today.

Even more, she has really had no birthday for too long, and this kind of birthday atmosphere is especially strange to her.

Only the rose road and the cakes that were surrounded by a huge heart shape could be seen in the whole room. She looked up and looked around, and did not see the image of the ink.

She walked out in front of the door, just stepping past the first white cake, and suddenly saw a smoldering fireworks on the sky facing the window.

The season looked warmly at the window, and the uncontrollable foot took a step forward. When passing the second cake, there was a fireworks outside the window.

She looked at it and walked until the last cake, because it was a heart-shaped route, so she went back to the origin, at the bottom of the heart shape, just after the last red cake, there was no fireworks outside the window. But facing the window, there is a light on the terrace outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

A man in a white shirt stood there, with fire in his hand and fireworks at his feet.

The season is warm, and the subconscious is busy walking past the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Looking for me?" Mo Jing looked at her with a deep smile, and the fire in his hand led to the unburned fireworks.

Until the beautiful fireworks burst in the nearest place in front of her, the warm season still looked at the man standing in the fireworks, she stood there, motionless.

The whole T city seems to be sensationalized by the sudden fireworks, and the people who are really celebrating their birthdays are stupid like them, and their eyes are straight.

When she did not know when she came over, she only knew that the man had taken her hand and dropped a very light kiss on her hand. She said: "One year old is warm and happy."

The warm season has not yet been reflected, the man has hugged her, and she has a kiss on her forehead: "Two-year-old season warm, happy birthday."

Seasonal warmth: "..."

"Three-year-old season is warm, happy birthday."

"The four-year-old season is warm and happy."

"..."

Her hands, her face, her nose, her eyebrows, her forehead and ears, cheeks, etc., were kissed by him one by one.

"Twenty-year-old season is warm, happy birthday."

Until the age of twenty-one, the man in front of her finally fell to her lips, did not leave, directly attached to her lips and whispered: "Twenty-one-year-old Mrs. Me, happy birthday."

When the words fell, he suddenly pushed the lost season warmth on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The kiss was not like the water of the previous kisses, but it seemed to be full of possession and aggression, and she was firmly locked in the window with him. Between the chest, the deeper the kiss, until the warmth of the season came back to lift the hand to keep it on his chest, but he was resisted by him, and the tongue that had already entered the aggression went deeper into the place.

The warmth of the season couldn't push him. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly bite on his lips. Although the bite was not very heavy, the man paused and looked down at her.

The warm season wants to say that he has not lost his breath, but he really can't say it.

I still have to be moved to cry soon before I get rid of it. She doesn't want to face it?

(End of this chapter)