Play fast and fast, eat up the love brain in one bite

Chapter 174 Musical Talent vs. Guqin Heir 14

Nanshan Road.

Jingzhou government agency family quarters.

"Seeing how much she tried to be with that little singer, I really should reflect on myself."

Chun Wenqin sat opposite Chun Jingran, being polite but distant.

As a couple who have been separated for many years, the two are actually not in harmony with each other.

Maybe I really loved you before.

Chun Jingran is the most proud disciple of Chun Wenqin's father. He grew up in the Chun family. Chun Wenqin and he are childhood sweethearts and they have a deep affection for each other since they were young.

But later, the conflict between their personalities became difficult to reconcile.

Not suitable.

Just like now, one is firmly opposed, and the other comes to act as a lobbyist in person.

Chun Jingran brewed tea calmly. He came to Jingzhou this time because of Chun Nianren's matter.

"I always thought that her personality was too aloof and cold, and you were too strong, so she was never free. I thought you would let her go when she got older, but I didn't expect that now you would even control her relationship?"

Chun Wenqin's cold gaze was like a physical pressure on him, and she sneered, "Freedom? What freedom does she need?"

"How far do you want me to let her go? Free love? That blue-haired boy? You seem to be quite satisfied with him?"

Chun Jingran was used to her harsh words and remained calm and composed.

"You are too nervous about her. All that you have assumed will not happen to her. She has her own friends and lovers to choose. It is not you who chooses her friends and marriage partners for her."

"If you are here to lobby for her, there is no need. If she insists on having her own way, I can't control them."

Chun Wenqin's voice was too cold.

"But I will never admit Shen Jingzhou."

……

The early autumn mornings are neither warm nor dry.

Golden ginkgo trees are floating outside the window, swirling and falling on the windowsill.

Shen Jingzhou stood in front of the window, opened the window through the curtain, picked up a ginkgo leaf with his dry fingertips, and twisted the leaf stalk with his fingertips, causing the golden leaf to spin with it.

Everything that happened last night was like a sudden accident, full of too much uncertainty.

For example... there is no confirmed relationship.

His eyes fell vaguely on his fingertips. His fingertips loosened, and the ginkgo leaf spun away from his fingertips, fluttering and swirling in the wind along with the fallen leaves outside the window.

A simple, normal, romantic relationship for ordinary people.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the sound of someone turning over on the bed.

He turned around, slightly stunned.

Chun Nianren was sleeping with her back to the window, lying sideways on the pillow, revealing her slender neck. Her hair spread on the snow-white pillow was as smooth as ink-colored satin, and every strand of her hair exuded a detached and otherworldly air.

Almost waking up, her slender hand that was resting on the pillow moved, inadvertently causing the quilt to slide down, exposing half of her fair shoulders to the morning light, completely uncovered.

Shen Jingzhou calmed down and walked forward to pull the quilt for her.

The feeling of being surrounded and safe made her fall into a deep sleep again.

He stood beside the bed, still bending over, staring at her peaceful sleeping face motionlessly.

It turns out that we are more afraid of losing something after we have it.

It turns out that after getting something, we will be more greedy to ask for more.

Loving someone is itself a one-way, paranoid choice.

Shen Jingzhou moved his fingertips lightly, caressing her flawless white face, but just when he was about to touch it, he stopped.

Love is the final result of a mutual choice.

The bright sunlight filtered by the curtains is soft and not dazzling.

In the spring, people wake up naturally, with nothing around them.

She was not afraid that Shen Jingzhou would run away, she was just not sure whether he still wanted to take the gradual approach of a ten-year long-distance run.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. It should be Shen Jingzhou taking a shower.

When Shen Jingzhou walked out of the bathroom, he saw Chun Nianren sitting on the bed with a quilt in her arms. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her snow-white shoulders and collarbones were covered with kiss marks of varying shades.

His feet suddenly stopped where they were. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Awake."

Chun Nian's heart moved and she looked at him. She held the quilt with one hand and raised the other hand to hook her finger at him.

Her expression was as calm as water, as if she was calling him over to settle the score.

Shen Jingzhou walked over to her and sat down beside the bed.

Whatever decision she made, he respected it.

Chun Nianren opened his mouth but said, "You are not responsible."

Shen Jingzhou was slightly stunned, staring at her with stiff eyes.

Chun Nianren explained for his initiative last night.

"I'm sorry, I crossed the line last night."

But before she could finish, Shen Jingzhou grabbed her wrist with a cold face and locked her in his arms in an absolutely restraining posture.

He pinched her jaw, started with a kiss, and wantonly invaded her rosy and slightly swollen lips.

No sense of propriety, no manners.

It was not until Chun Nianren began to have difficulty breathing and pushed his arm that they were able to separate briefly.

Shen Jingzhou said: "Teacher Chun, you want to run now? It's too late."

His forehead was touching hers, and they were very close to each other.

Chunnian could smell the scent of mint and cool water on him.

Her dark blue eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart was uneasy.

He had never shown this side of him in front of her before, the vigorous, arrogant, and unscrupulous one.

Shen Jingzhou lost all his anger when he saw this.

What she just said and her intentions were so infuriating.

"Don't you want to take responsibility, Mr. Haru?"

Shen Jingzhou said this, and a punishing kiss fell on the corner of her lips.

Love was pouring down on her, and Chun Nian was led deeper and deeper into it without any resistance, unable to hold the quilt in her arms.

"Ok?"

Shen Jingzhou spoke in a deliberate tone as he kissed her elegant collarbone, caressing it with his thin lips.

The scene of last night flashed through my mind.

A crescent moon hangs in the dark night.

Especially the last moment when the eyes were misty with tears, crystal clear and about to fall.

He had some concerns before, but he just figured it out and he could and only accept one result.

Chun Nianren narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt a little coldness falling on his collarbone, so he lowered his eyes and looked down.

The necklace on Shen Jingzhou's neck fell out from her collar, and the ring-shaped pendant hung on her heart.

The platinum material is slender and flexible, it is a women's ring.

Shen Jingzhou noticed her gaze, took the ring off the chain and held it between his fingertips.

Möbius strip.

A symbol of... eternity.

Without waiting for her to react, he took Chun Nian's hand and put the ring on her finger.

Perfect fit.

The platinum ring is simple yet elegant between the slender white fingers.

And these hands were able to play top-notch music on the strings of the zither. He leaned in and kissed them.

From the beginning to the end, Shen Jingzhou showed that he had been planning for a long time.

Chun Nianren pursed her lips lightly and wanted to pull her hand away.

Shen Jingzhou immediately stared at her, fearing that she would take off the ring and throw it back to him in the next second.

Chun Nianren put her hand on his neck, looked at him quietly for a while, and then kissed him on the forehead.

"Shen Jingzhou, there is no turning back for me."

This kind of lustful person made Shen Jingzhou lose control more than her deliberate indulgence last night.

The pent-up emotions of his two lives suddenly overflowed without reservation.

There was the sound of pages turning by the windowsill. It was the sound of a book being closed by the wind, with a ginkgo leaf caught inside.