After standing like this for a while, Leng Xiao reached for the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, took out a delicate lighter but did not light it in a hurry, clamped it between his two slender fingers, and looked at it in a daze.
"Who took her away?" He bit the word "corpse" on his lips but couldn't say it. Just yesterday, she still appeared in the living room so alive, talking to Carter in a low voice, and her hands were white.
It was soft, her hair was black and smooth, and when she raised her head and smiled, it seemed as if the sky had cleared up and the flowers had bloomed.
Or it might be a good thing not to see that lifeless face, but he can't let her run around anymore. He will build her the best cemetery in the world, just like Sha Jia
The mausoleum built by Khan for Ajman Banu, hers, will definitely be more perfect.
Axiu bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally said honestly: "Lin Jinfeng."
As he had guessed, there wasn't much surprise.
"How did they know each other?" He didn't know why he still cared about this. Everyone was dead, and it seemed pointless to ask about these past events, but he just stubbornly wanted to know, and he wanted to know more about her.
"When the young lady was alive, Mr. Lin often went to the backyard to see her, but he always sat on the top of the hill. The young lady didn't pay attention, but I could often see him." A Xiu recalled: "As for how they met.
, the young lady never said it, but Mr. Lin is very good to the young lady."
The word "very good" greatly stimulated Leng Xiao. He tried hard to search in his mind whether he was also kind to her, but he couldn't think of it at all, not even a little bit.
He couldn't guess why Lin Jinfeng took her away. Maybe she wanted to stay away from him after death, so she made such a last wish. He suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, sulking with a dead person.
Finally, he stopped smoking the cigarette in his hand. He cut it off and put it in the crystal cigarette case. Axiu still looked at him in panic until he said, "Go ahead."
She was relieved and continued to heat her food.
Leng Xiao had no appetite, so he only used his chopsticks a few times after Mother Liu's earnest persuasion.
After dinner, he got up and went upstairs, and suddenly saw a small pile of wool on the chair by the window.
That was probably the sweater she knitted for Carter today, and Carter was standing there with sad eyes.
She said yesterday, Carter, there will be a sweater to wear tomorrow, but today, she is not here.
Everything was like a dream, and he was still drifting in it without waking up.
"Axiu, pack her things into her previous room." Leng Xiao ordered calmly as he left.
When he opened the door, the lights were still on in the room, and Feng Siya had been waiting for him.
Seeing him coming back, she immediately ran over happily, hugged his neck and said coquettishly: "Xiao, you are back, and everyone is worried to death."
Looking at the smiling face in front of him, he was thinking: If it were her, she would definitely say: "Have you eaten yet? Is your stomach still uncomfortable?" Then she turned around and took his coat, stroking it carefully with her hands.
Flat and neatly hung in the closet.
Seeing that he was silent, Feng Siya guessed that he was in a bad mood, so she said: "Xiao, I know you are sad that the child is gone, but... I can also give birth to you. In the future we will have a boy and a girl.
, it would be better to have another set of twins."
He looked at her expressionlessly. She was sexy and stunning. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and the exposed parts were as white as jade. Unlike that woman, she always wore conservative home clothes, even when sleeping.
She wore long clothes and long pants, so that when he held her in his arms at night, he would feel uncomfortable. She was not beautiful or sexy, but she was like a branding iron that had left a deep mark on his heart, which was still wet until now.
There still seems to be a faint pain and a curl of white smoke at the mark.
He was extremely upset and just wanted to be quiet, but Feng Siya was still chattering on the side.
"Xiao, are you sad for that woman?" She asked with an innocent and innocent face.
Leng Xiao touched her face with his slender fingertips, as if he was copying a shadow, and at the same time said in a deep and magnetic voice: "How could it be."
How could he be sad? Wasn't this just what he wanted? Wasn't the person he wanted to marry from the beginning to the end the same as Feng Siya? He already urgently needed to prove this point.
Feng Siya received his affirmation and dug deeper into his arms, blushing and begging: "Xiao, can we... sleep together tonight... I think..."
The following words were quickly submerged in his tidal kiss, possessing her as powerfully as ever.
Feng Siya was flattered, her hands tightly hooked around his neck, and her slender legs wrapped around his lean waist like vines.
He held her until he walked to the bed, and they both fell in.
She only wore a thin nightgown, which broke into two pieces and was thrown to the ground. His dragon tongue plundered her mouth wantonly, like a person who has been thirsty for a long time, sucking out the sweetness.
His big hands traveled along her graceful curves, teasing her hidden desires.
Feng Siya was confused and infatuated, her eyes were misty, and she held his face tightly with her two small hands, wanting the kiss to go deeper. She responded to him actively, longing for him, twisting her enchanting body like a snake.
One hand groped for his belt, trying to get this obstructive thing out of the way.
Leng Xiao held her hand, lifted her up and leaned on the bed, while he straightened up and twitched the belt around his waist.
Feng Siya's face turned pink and she looked at him shyly, while her little hand still traced back and forth on his half-naked chest dishonestly.
"resemble..."
He pulled the belt halfway, and suddenly his eyes passed through her side and landed on the head of the bed. Then he pushed her body to the side in her astonishment. On the empty dark purple sheets, there was a pillow where it should have been.
Empty.
His eyes darkened and he asked in a deep voice: "Where is that pillow?"
Seeing him stop suddenly, Feng Siya thought something had happened. When she heard that it was for a pillow, she couldn't help but hugged his waist again and said softly: "That pillow is dirty and torn. I have already asked me to throw it away. I will give it to you tomorrow."
I’ll buy you a soft and comfortable one.”
Leng Xiao took her hand away, buttoned his shirt and got out of bed.
"Where did you throw it?" The tone was very calm, but there was an underlying turmoil.
"The trash can in the backyard." Feng Siya asked in confusion: "Why do you want a broken pillow?"
Leng Xiao suddenly turned around, his thick black eyes were like black holes that could swallow all things, staring at her and warning her word by word: "Don't plan to touch my things again, all of them."
"Xiao..." Feng Siya felt aggrieved and still wanted to explain, but he had already slammed the door and left.