Chapter 98: White Moonlight of the Stand-in (22)

What will happen later is clear.
Song Pianzhen couldn't see clearly whether Nie Lingbo had any thoughts about herself.
But at this moment, watching Nie Lingbo's face gradually approaching, the indistinct mist gradually dissipated from between the two, allowing Song Pianqi to see Nie Lingbo's eyes clearly.
The desire for herself was precipitated under her eyes, like a dormant beast hearing the billowing spring thunder, stretched its muscles and bones from its lazy hibernation, and looked out.
Hungry and urgently in need of food.
Dangerous, patrolling territory.
Such Nie Lingbo made Song Pianzhen feel hot.
At the same time, her desire for victory and defeat has risen even more.
All of these thoughts floated, and for a moment it passed through Song Pianju's heart, and quietly melted in the long corridor with thick atmosphere and rising temperature.
The tip of Nie Lingbo's nose was about to reach Song Pianqi.
Song Pianzhen stretched out her hand and clung to Nie Lingbo's forearm, her eyes were smiling, but the voice escaping from her lips was exceptionally gentle and pure:
"sister."
Nie Lingbo's movements paused, and then he gasped in a low breath. Her movements were even more rapid. Her head tilted slightly, and the two tall noses crossed each other, and they touched each other affectionately.
Breath intertwined in one place.
At such a close distance, Nie Lingbo looked down and vaguely saw a little water on Song Pian's lips floating on her red lips.
I don't know if it was a little gold-like champagne, or just when I licked my lips...
Nie Lingbo was going to verify it himself.
She adjusted her angle to kiss.
Between the lips, the air was squeezed out until there was only a gap between them. While breathing, Nie Lingbo smelled Song Pian’s lipstick scent, and that blush would soon melt into his own lipstick
"Did you see the lady?" A distant question came from the direction of the stairs.
Nie Lingbo stopped breathing and stopped.
The footsteps are still far away, and they still have some time.
Enough for them to swallow the last little distance and taste each other's taste.
Nie Lingbo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the line of sight and Song Pianju met for a moment, and then quickly staggered.
She looked down again and was about to continue the previous action.
At this time, Song Pianzhen's hand on his forearm scratched himself with his fingers.
Softly, as if the kitten's tail was swept across, it itched endlessly.
Following the slender and powerful arm, all the way to Nie Lingbo's spine, evoked a burst of dark tide, Nie Lingbo hissed softly, imperceptibly.
And the instigator was under her, with exceptionally clear eyes, looking extremely innocent.
Song Pian supported Nie Lingbo's arms, tilted her head, and leaned forward.
She leaned to Nie Lingbo's ear, and softly said to Nie Lingbo with a voice that was softened by the dark night:
"Sister, lipstick will take you."
When the banquet ended, it was already very late.
After the guests left one after another, the brightly-lit Song House fell silent.
For the Song family, the interlude at the banquet can only be an interlude. Apart from affecting the mood, it is not very important.
After Liu Ying took the medicine and fell asleep, Song Sen told Song Pianzhen to go to rest first, and wait until tomorrow if there is anything else.
After Song Pianzhen and Song Sen said goodnight, they went to see Xiangsi Creek first. It is the first time Xiangsixi has participated in this kind of activity, and Song Pianzhen worried that she could not adapt.
When she entered, Xiangsixi had already put on her pajamas and was about to go to bed. She seemed to be in a good state, and even opened her mouth to care about Song Pianzhen:
"Sister, are you sad?"
"Why does Xi Heng come in front of you every day and chase him here? I really hate him."
Xiangsixi has real disgust on her face. Why should Xi Heng bother her sister?
When Xi Heng was in the trouble tonight, she was standing with Nie Xingzhou, but the guests nearby did not know that Xiangsixi was Song Pianju's younger sister.
When the guests talked about Xi Heng, they winked their eyebrows, saying that his "confidante" was everywhere, and the meaning in his words was self-evident. They closed their mouths until Song Fei walked over.
Only then did Xiang Sixi understand what happened to her sister. Only then did I understand why Xi Heng had come to the door so many times and his sister had not seen him behind closed doors.
"He." Song Pianzhen wrote lightly, "He should have no time to hinder our Xixi's eyes in the future, so he won't be angry-how are you doing today? Did you have fun with Xiaofei and Xingzhou?"
Xiangsixi was frustrated for a while. The elder sister is coaxing her to be a child, too, she is a child and can't help her elder sister.
But when she heard her sister socializing at the banquet, she also noticed who she was staying with, and Xiangsixi became happy again.
"They taught me a lot."
Xiangsixi talked a lot in front of her sister, chatting like a bird for a long time, and finally said:
"Nie Xingzhou followed her aunt. After she left, Song Fei returned to the room soon. I didn't want to stay there, but came back together."
"Did Xiao Fei have a good time today?" Song Pian asked.
Xiangsixi thought about it again, and answered truthfully: "She didn't laugh much."
"Okay, I know."
Xiangsixi asked eagerly, "Is my sister going to see her?"
Song Pianzhen looked at the time: "It's late, Xiaofei should be asleep, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."
Xiangsixi nodded in relief.
She didn't know why she was relieved.
Song Pianzhen left Xiangsixi's room and returned to his room next door.
Song Fei’s room was just outside the two rooms. The Song’s house at night was extremely quiet. Song Fei was sitting on the bed with a book on her lap.
She heard the elder sister shouting when Xiangsixi opened the door to Song Pianqi, and then the door closed. It should be their sisters talking in the room.
During this time, Song Fei's book only turned one page.
After a while, she heard the door open again, Song Pianjiao was talking to Xiangsixi softly, Song Fei vaguely heard her name.
It seemed that everything came out of Song Pianju's mouth, and it was very easy to hear.
Song Fei closed the book, sat up from the bed, and even looked down at the untidy pajamas.
But after two or three breaths, she heard a door opened and closed. Then, the corridor was quiet, and there was no other movement.
Song Fei held the book and sat on the bed for a long time.
The temperature in her body and heart dropped together, and she laughed at herself, not knowing what she was looking forward to.
What are you thinking about? She is Xiangsixi's sister, and she takes it seriously.
"Stupid." Song Fei scolded herself.
Song Fei felt that she was really stupid.
She didn't fall asleep much all night, so she squinted back after three o'clock. She hadn't fallen asleep yet and had a dream.
In the dream, Xiangsixi pushed her nose to her face and pointed to her nose and said: "Song Fei, you shameless, you green tea and white lotus vixen, come to grab my sister."
Song Feiming knew whether he was dreaming or was out of anger. Relied on being in a dream, picking up a cigarette would burn a Guanyin mole in the middle of Xiangsixi's eyebrows to suppress this dead sister.
You chased me and beat the two of them, while Nie Xingzhou was still yelling at the melon seeds:
"Don't fight, don't fight, you can't kill people like this."
In a blink of an eye, I heard Xiangsixi pat the door outside and shout:
"Song Fei, don't hide in there and be silent, I know you are at home. You have the ability to grab your sister, and you have the ability to open the door!"
Song Fei was awakened in anger, only to realize that it was the servant who was knocking on the door to wake herself up for dinner.
"...Fuck."
Song Fei rubbed her head to get up, just thinking about the shark next to Xiangsixi, and Nie Xingzhou, one for making soup and one for making claypot rice.
A dream is done, it is better not to sleep, Song Fei now has a headache like a knocked watermelon, torn apart.
Because she had to dine with her parents, Song Fei didn't even have time to smoke a cigarette. After washing, she went downstairs with her head on a broken watermelon.
She looked sad, and it was useless to fight hard. Liu Ying saw her and asked:
"When did Xiao Fei sleep last night?"
Song Fei recalled that Song Pianzhen was going to Xiangsi River after 11 o'clock, so she gave a sharp glance:
"I fell asleep at 10:30."
"Then why is your face so bad? Have you had a nightmare?"
Song Fei said vaguely. When Liu Ying asked her to serve her a cup of hot milk, Song Fei glared at Xiangsixi with a vicious look.
Shark you sooner or later.
Xiangsixi was sitting on the side properly, but Song Fei's eyes were suddenly glared. She looked inexplicable and looked back with a foolish look.
Song Fei felt bored and looked away, only to realize that Song Pianzhen was not there.
She opened her mouth just to ask, then closed her mouth again, what's up with herself.
The servant handed Song Fei the warm milk. Song Fei drank half a cup in one breath, her headache still aching.
A fragrant sweetness floated over, and Song Fei twitched her nose on the milk glass. It smells good, cake? But there is no dessert at home in the morning.
She tilted her head to look over.
The servant brought out a pastry tray with golden-colored crisp dots on it, and the milky fragrance continued to spill out, filling the entire restaurant.
Song Fei didn't eat much last night and didn't sleep well. As soon as she smelled the sweet fragrance of this charming person, her stomach was particularly unbelievable, and she screamed.
Fuck.
The servant didn't know if he heard it, or he slapped it casually and put the plate of butterfly pastry in front of Song Fei.
"The butterfly cake made by the lady herself, I told you to try it first."
"Oh, Pianqi did it herself." Liu Ying was pleasantly surprised, and immediately took one, broke it in half, and handed it half to Song Sen.
The two elders are used to keeping good health. They usually don't touch sweets, but now they are eating deliciously, and they praise them.
Song Fei was too reserved to use it immediately, but the scent was too unreserved, and she kept on her body.
But Song Fei had to admit that the sweet and sweet scent of milk had greatly eased her irritable mood when she woke up early. Once her mood eased, her brain became more comfortable.
Liu Ying and the others did not eat anymore. When Song Fei saw Xiangsixi eating from the bowl and looking at the dish, and wishing to monopolize the things her sister had made, Song Fei gave a cold snort, cruelly broke Xiangsixi's fantasy, and unceremoniously reached out The best looking and sweetest-looking butterfly cake.
Under Xiangsixi's gaze, she made an indifferent appearance, and took a casual bite. The crispy soft puff pastry layered between the lips and teeth, releasing all the milky fragrance with just the right sweetness.
One bite will make people hook their toes in satisfaction.
Song Fei's chewing movement stopped almost inaudibly, and she glanced at the crisp in her hand, and then at the direction of the kitchen.
Fuck, it's so fragrant.
She couldn't stop eating a few mouthfuls. After eating one, she had to take the second one. Acacia, who had been silent and quiet, stared at her hand, and her eyes were almost lost.
Liu Ying did not pay attention to the butterfly pastry situation among middle school students, only asked the servant:
"Why hasn't the lady come out yet?"
"Miss still has a copy of the butterfly pastry. You don't have to wait for her."
"Enough is enough, how can I do it?"
Xiangsixi and Song Fei quietly stopped fighting and raised their ears.
The servant smiled:
"The young lady said it was made for Miss Nie, and sent it back to Miss Nie."