The holy silver plate hangs far away in the sky. Although there are still some small gaps, it is still not enough to affect its unique and elegant charm. The soft silver threads are sprinkled in through the red gauze curtain, shaking off the silver glory all over the ground. Several bright stars in the distant horizon are also blooming with gorgeous light, as bright as a beautiful night pearl. [

In the comfortable and elegant bedroom, the faint fragrance fills the room, and it is as quiet as the deep night sky.

Zhan Beicheng looked at the pool of silver light on the back of his hand in a little at a loss. His black eyes lowered, and he suddenly noticed the silver light flashing in the corners of his eyes of the Starry Night Girl. His firm heart hurt slightly, but he could only be stunned there...

The swaying tears were shrouded in a hazy area. Through the shallow light, she looked at the familiar face. For a moment, she suddenly felt that the whole world was filled with silver light. In her mind, she suddenly remembered that misty rainy night. That quiet night, he was also wearing a straight green military uniform, standing on the bridge like a towering mountain. Perhaps, he was the soft light coming backwards, through the quiet misty rain, his deep and sharp eyes.

His throat became a little infarcted. Xingye didn't know why there was a sensation of pain in his chest. The colorful spots flashed like gorgeous glass lights. His crystal fingertips trembled slightly towards Zhan Beicheng's tough but handsome face.

The cold touch came, Zhan Beicheng's heart suddenly became soft. He stretched out his long arms and slowly hugged Xingye's shoulders, with his movements very gentle.

Xingye moved his little head slightly and leaned towards his chest gently. His elegant and soft voice was filled with a few slightly cool breezes, "Actually, I should be from the Mongolian grassland now, if it wasn't for you."

"Besides grandpa and father, you are the first person who really treats me well. If it weren't for you, I think I should still be exiled in the northwest. When I first went wandering, I just graduated from college, and then I went to the northwest. I followed a camel caravan and listened to them singing the song "Olive Tree". Every time I had the urge to cry. At that time, I often fantasized whether one day I could find a place to stop so that the lonely soul would no longer float. At that time, my father would come back and my grandfather would no longer be busy all day long."

Zhan Beicheng didn't say anything, but just quietly clasped her slender waist and listened silently to her intoxicating and soft voice recalling her rainbow-like dream.

"Have you seen Pandora's Heart?" Xingye suddenly asked softly, blinking his hopeful eyes, Zhan Beicheng felt that his reason became a little thinner in her shallow eyes.

He nodded softly, his low voice full of magnetism, "Well, the second part has not come out, right?"

Hearing this, Xingye's beautiful and flawless little face immediately showed a slight ripples, "Well, do you think Oz inside looks like a person?"

Zhan Beicheng glanced at the little woman leaning against his chest in surprise and asked, "Who do you look like?"

"If it weren't for Pandora's pocket watch, Oz might not have met Alice. However, Oz is more gentlemanly than you, handsomer than you, sunny than you, gentler than you, and... um..."

The domineering thin lips blocked the chattering red lips without saying anything. After savoring it, he took a savor to leave without saying a word.

"You are more beautiful than Alice, noble and elegant than her, and I can't stop it." An evil laughter suddenly rang in my ears, and Xingye suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness.

It turns out that she is a little girl. Watching such childish anime can also move her like this. She often uses the scenes inside to talk to him. In fact, he just danced to watch a few episodes and probably knew what he was talking about. He didn’t have the time to watch these animes!

This person likes to conduct raids! Xingye took a deep breath and turned his face to look at him unexpectedly, but found that he looked at her with a serious look on his face, his eyes a little strange.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked in a low voice, with a slight concern.

"Of course, your comrade Beicheng does not have the tender sunshine like a young man. Little rice bucket. Comrade Beicheng is 31 this year and is already in his thirties." Zhan Beicheng laughed in a deep voice, with a rich depth in his eyes, but a little soft. In Xingye's eyes, he felt that this man was like aged wine, with his own unique flavor, and she seemed unable to see through him.

Xingye moved his body slightly and got closer to Zhanbeicheng. Flashes of quiet fragrance flowed under his nose, but Zhanbeicheng brushed it, and a trace of heat floated slightly on his forehead. He pushed Xingye uncomfortablely, and his forbearing voice came, "Starry over a little."

Xingye raised his little head and soon discovered Zhan Beicheng's unnatural handsome face. His slightly lustful eyes looked brighter. No matter how stupid she was, she would not not understand what that meant. So, two red clouds flew on her white and beautiful face, and her starry eyes darkened slightly, clearly with a hint of dodging.

How could Zhan Beicheng's elite eyes miss her reaction? His firm heart became a little gloomy. He pulled Xingye away, turned his body to the side, and began to remain silent.

The sudden indifference in Zhanbei City made Xingye a little confused. Looking at the desolate figure, a strange pain passed through his heart, and he spoke in an unknown way, "What's wrong with you? I..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Zhan Beicheng had already pulled the quilt open, slowly sat up, pulled the coat on the chair and put it on his shoulder, and took the cigarette bag and lighter on the bed cabinet in one hand.

"You go to bed first, I'll go back to the study to handle something." As he said that, he slowly walked towards the door.

"You are angry with me!" A cold and slightly sour voice sounded from behind. Xingye also sat quietly beside the bed, the light in his clear eyes was dim and he was a little disappointed.

Zhan Beicheng also stopped, with his back facing Xingye, and his big hand tightened the cigarette bag in his hand, bathed in the soft light, and his tall figure seemed lonely and desolate.

The faint fragrance is like the faint orchid that blooms proudly by the sky steps in midnight, exuding a light fragrance. The remaining wind blows everywhere, and the light fragrance is blown to a very far place by the wind, which is so vague that it is unreal. (Good novel)

The flawless plain hand as white jade gently wrapped around the strong waist, and a soft and slightly cool body gently touched. Zhan Beicheng obviously felt a faint warmth coming from behind. When his deep eyes lowered, he saw that the slender hands were gently grasping his coat, and the hands were clearly trembling gently.

"Don't be angry..." A light voice was filled with a hint of relief, "Don't be angry with me."

Zhan Beicheng took a breath in a shallow breath, and his distant and soft voice quickly drove away his depression for half. He grabbed his big hand on his thin arm, pulled Xingye into his arms, lowered his head, stared at her, and after a long time, he spoke, "I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself, you go back to sleep first, I want to go out and smoke a cigarette."

Xingye slowly took the cigarette and lighter in his hand. His clear and transparent eyes as clear as glass flashed with glitter. He looked into the deep eyes as deep as a cold pool, and a gentle tone like drizzle came, "Okay, if you feel unsatisfied, I will accompany you in the future, one for you, and one for me."

As he said that, his slender fingertips quickly took out a cigarette from his cigarette bag and were about to ignite it, but he was snatched by a comrade, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then lay quietly under the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

"Who approved you to use your call to deal with me?" Zhan Beicheng bent down slightly, stared deeply at Xingye in his arms, and asked in a deep voice.

Xingye was forced to take a step back, then stood by the wall, lowered his head and looked at his bare toes, and began to speak silently. Sometimes, the best way to deal with it is to not speak, with a faint smile hanging on his lips. After a while, he gently pointed at his toes, and a cool kiss was like a spring breeze, and a little coolness brushed through his thin lips.

Zhanbeicheng, which was already weak in will, could not resist such temptation? He stretched out his big hand and buckled Xingye's waist, turning it to the guest.

The wandering vines stranded between the lips were entangled. Although the cool breeze continued, it poured in from the window with a small gap. The gauze curtains flew, and the starry night began to become a little hazy.

His bare hands tightly grabbed Zhan Beicheng's clothes on his chest. The coat on Zhan Beicheng's shoulder had slid to the ground at some point. His narrow back was gently pressed against the wall, but there was a hot body in front of him, feeling like the two heavens of ice and fire.

Soon, a chill came from his shoulders, and the belt of his nightgown was unconsciously untied. Xingye was panicked and quickly covered his chest with his hands, lifting a pair of confused starry eyes and looking at Zhanbeicheng shyly.

"It's not that I haven't seen it, why are you covering it?" Zhan Beicheng took a breath with some difficulty. His dark eyes, which were always deep and calm, were also dyed with a bit of lust, but it made him look even more evil.

Finally, there was no longer any struggle. A wise and firmness flashed through his sharp eyes. He bent down slightly, picked up Xingye and walked towards the bed.

She really doesn't have much weight, and it's unreal to hold it in her arms...

The arrogant body pressed down, and then there was an endless light kiss, dense and gentle, as if comforting a beloved angel, transforming into soft fingers, and tenderness flowed thousands of miles away.

Xingye felt like she was lying on the undulating sea surface. The soft waves came, swallowing her in an intoxicating softness, and her consciousness gradually became blurred. Her confused and slightly flustered eyes had long disappeared. The coldness as before. What was left was the softness of the sunset, reflecting the shallow afterglow.

Zhan Beicheng was very fast, his rough and slender fingertips brushed over half-open clothes, and in an instant he untied all the clothes on Xingye's body and threw them off the bed.

The coolness hit, Xingye's eyes immediately became clear, and his elegant little face was covered with red clouds, covering Zhan Beicheng's eyes with one hand, and pulling over the other hand, covering Miaoman's body with a single hand.

A helplessness flashed across the tough handsome face, but it was a bit doting, and a gentle and magnetic voice with a bit of temptation, "Xingye takes his hand away, huh?"

"I, I, I, I'm a little..." A slightly panicked tone came, and a slight cold sweat had already emerged from the palm of your hand.

"Believe me." The low voice was filled with a hint of pity, the handsome face was dyed with a bit of inherent dignity and elegance, the fingertips with distinctive fingertips brushed through the black belt, gently pulled open, and the strong chest appeared in front of Xingye's eyes, with a faint luster. The wait in the room had been turned off, leaving only the dim wall lamp in front of the bed, and the bronze skin color seemed even more confusing in this soft glimmer.

As the sheet was pulled apart, a hot breath rushed in, and under the dim light, two long scars appeared on the wide back, looking a little ferocious.

"Don't look." Zhan Beicheng's tall body pressed down, and the warm breath brushed through his ears. The rough and slender fingertips touched Xingye's delicate collarbone. A light kiss fell on Xingye's forehead, "It looked a little ugly."

Unexpectedly, Xingye was hazy with his beautiful starry eyes, and his cold and crystal plain hands poked into the two wounds. His cool tone was filled with a hint of gentleness, and he spoke carefully, "Does it hurt? How did it hurt?"

"What's the pain? The man doesn't have a few scars on his body, but he doesn't count as a man. The one on the left was made in the School of Death, and the one on the right was scratched in an anti-terrorism struggle." Zhan Beicheng spoke lightly, his tone very plain.

So, the girl Xingye began to stop talking, just lifted her clear eyes and looked at Zhan Beicheng with a deep and restrained face. A faint silver light jumped from her cold fingertips, which was the light glow reflected by the simple wedding ring...

The night is slightly cool, the lights are slightly dark, the wind is slightly cold, and the comfortable and elegant bedroom is filled with an elegant fragrance, accompanied by a bit of twists and turns.

When a strange sensation of pain came, Xingye burst into tears on the spot, his face turned pale, his fingers tightly grabbed the bed sheet under him, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Zhan Beicheng stopped moving, his black eyes filled with a hint of heartache, and of course a hint of unbelievable light. He suddenly spoke carefully, "You, haven't you let him touch you?"

Hearing this, Xingye turned his face to the side, glanced at Zhan Beicheng on his body with some resentment, and a light and slightly reproached voice came, "Do you think I look like you?"

"Nonsense, I have never touched another woman, you are the first one." Zhan Beicheng immediately explained.

Xingye didn't feel any surprise. Maybe he subconsciously believed that he was a strict person, but he still couldn't help but say, "There will be a second and a third one in the future."

"No one can satisfy me except you!" A slightly angry tone came, and her slender fingertips gently wiped the crystal clearness of the corners of her eyes. Fortunately, she said something shameless and angry that made Xingye grit her teeth.

"No wonder He Ming always asked me some strange questions that day. It would be fine if I did it a few more times." Zhan Beicheng spoke with a stern voice, and it was natural to think, "Does it hurt?"

Xingye was a little angry this time. He stretched out his arms and wanted to push the man away, but found that he had no strength at all. He had to hold the sheet tightly and look at Zhanbeicheng with tears in his eyes, "It hurts..."

"Don't cry." Someone was very bastard pretending to comfort Miss Xingye gently, but his big hand pulled the sheet and covered the two of them, turning into a wild beast, and he threw himself into decisively without hesitation...

For this moment, Zhan Beicheng didn't know how long he had been waiting. He did not let Xingye know that there were several nights like this, and he did not dare to approach her. He could only open his deep eyes in the dark and stare at her sleeping. He did not allow himself to have a trace of frivolity towards her. In his eyes, since Xingye's name was included in his household registration book, he had already identified her. At that time, there was no involvement in favor or dislike, but just simply wanted to find a wife that could reassure him. As He Ming said, a quiet and elegant woman. Today, he vaguely felt that this feeling seemed to be slowly changing, but he didn't know what that meant.

The entangled body bathed in the light and dullness should be considered a gentle and moving concerto. The silver light still shines quietly on the smooth ground, reflecting a ray of light of varying depths.

Happiness finally turned like a surging wave, filled with a shallow fragrance of orchids, sweeping towards the two of them like a storm. Her slender hands gently wrapped around his broad shoulders. Xingye thought, maybe there was nothing wrong with this, she willingly gave it...

Later, Xingye's consciousness began to blur. In the hazy, she remembered that a comrade was calling her own name while calling her name overbearingly. Her movements were not gentle or romantic at all. She would not even say a sweet word to her. She was a bit savage like charging in battle, but she felt like she was floating in the clouds, so vague that it was not real at all. The sheets pinned in her palm had already been wrinkled.

The night wind is constantly, the moon is bright and moving, and the silver light is pouring out thousands of miles away. All the tenderness and pity are blooming at this moment...
Chapter completed!