"Goodbye Li Yang, remember to make an appointment to go to the moon together when you have time."
At the gate of the community, Lin Yueyue, who had left Li Yang's home, reluctantly spoke to Li Yang, her hands still holding his neck and reluctant to let go, hiding her little feet to make a reluctant gesture.
"Okay, go back, I will call you when I have time."
Li Yang heard Lin Yueyue's voice, smiled, stretched out his hand to grab her butt, and said teasingly.
"No, don't go back in a hurry. Besides, your brother and I are classmates. When he goes to work the night shift, I can see him off before leaving."
Lin Yueyue pouted and said reluctantly. After speaking, she rolled her eyes, a smile flashed at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly leaned over and whispered something to Li Yang.
Li Yang smiled softly when he heard this, glanced at Lin Yueyue, and nodded slowly in her expectant eyes.
He watched Lin Yueyue leave. When he turned back, he glanced at the scene of Li Jian leaving in the aircraft, smiled softly, and returned home happily.
When they arrived at home, as Lin Yueyue and Li Jian left, only two women, Chen Xin and Zhang Xia, were left.
However, what he saw when he came in made him raise his eyebrows.
"Li Yang, you're back."
In the house, Zhang Xia, who was wearing a sexy cheongsam, smiled when she saw Li Yang coming. She took the initiative to walk up to him and get him slippers.
When she saw Li Yang looking directly at her, a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The cheongsam she is wearing is obviously not an ordinary cheongsam. It has a clean white base and is carefully embroidered with large and bright red peonies. It looks like a fire blooming in the dark night. It is full of mysterious temptation and shows nobility. temperament.
The fabric of the cheongsam is smooth silk and extremely thin. It gently sticks to her skin, like a flowing water curtain. Every slight movement can cause subtle changes in luster.
The stand-up collar of the cheongsam is high and straight, tightly surrounding her slender neck, like a solid line of defense, but inadvertently highlighting the graceful lines of her neck and fair skin. At the neckline, a round pearl button exudes soft light, like a lonely and bright star in the night sky.
Her shoulders, wrapped in cheongsam, looked round and charming, like carefully carved jade. The short-sleeved design just revealed her slender arms, and her skin was like a newly peeled onion tube, white and delicate. Every time she raised her hand to brush her hair, the movement of her arms carried an indescribable grace.
From her chest to her waist, the cheongsam tightly fit her body curves, perfectly showing off her plump breasts and slender waist. The slender waist is not tight enough to be broken, as if a breeze can break it, but it contains tenacity and strength. The lines of her breasts are full and attractive, and the cut of the cheongsam just highlights her feminine charm without losing her dignity.
The skirt of the cheongsam hangs naturally along the lines of her legs, as smooth as a waterfall. The slit design is bold and clever. As she steps, her long and white legs are looming. Every time she took a step, the slit was like a blooming flower, revealing its charming stamens. The skin on her legs is tight and elastic, and the muscle lines of her calves appear and disappear in the swaying of the skirt, full of strength and beauty.
Zhang Xia's makeup is exquisite and charming. Her eyebrows are carefully drawn, like curved willow leaves, slender and full of charm. The light eyeshadow around the eyes creates a deep look. The eyes are like a pool of autumn water, deep and mysterious, making people fall into it if they are not careful. The thick eyelashes are slightly raised like a fan, and every blink seems to tell the secret in the heart. Her lips were painted with bright lipstick, like ripe cherries, bright and dripping, exuding fatal temptation.
She tied her hair into an elegant bun, with a few strands of hair hanging playfully on both sides of her face, adding a bit of agility and liveliness to her. There is a delicate emerald hairpin pinned to the bun. The green color is particularly eye-catching against the black hair, shining with a warm luster.
She wears a pair of pearl earrings on her ears, and the round pearls sway gently on her earlobes, echoing the pearl necklace on her neck, adding to the overall noble temperament. Wearing a green jade bracelet on her wrist, it made a crisp collision sound as she moved, as if playing a moving melody.
Zhang Xia's steps are light and steady, and every step seems to have rhythm and rhythm. Her figure was swaying, and the skirt of her cheongsam was fluttering in the wind, like a moving picture. Her smile is like the sunshine in spring, warm and intoxicating. The curve of the corners of her mouth is just right. It not only loses the reserve of a mature woman, but also is full of confidence and charm.
Obviously, before Li Yang came back and during the time she left with Li Jian, she deliberately dressed herself up.
"Are there any guests in the house?"
Li Yang glanced up and down at Zhang Xia's sexy figure in the thin cheongsam, reached out and rubbed her buttocks wrapped in the cheongsam unceremoniously, and asked with a smile.
"No, did they dress up for you?"
Zhang Xia stepped forward, took the initiative to press her body against Li Yang, and spoke shyly. As soon as she finished speaking, Li Yang took a deep breath, hugged her body, and rubbed the thin cheongsam hard.
"Good husband, Li Jian is now in a critical period of spiritual transformation, please don't be angry with him."
Zhang Xia felt Li Yang's forceful movements, and spoke softly into his ear with a soft breath.
"I'm not angry with him. This is an external calamity he encountered during his transformation."
Li Yang shook his head and slightly raised his lips: "However, my husband likes your clothes very much. Come on, come into my room and tell you about the changes in this transformation period."
After saying that, he picked up Zhang Xia's plump body and walked into his bedroom.
Zhang Xia's cheeks were red. After hearing Li Yang's words, she hugged his neck tightly and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
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"Oh, it's too late."
As soon as Zhang Xia was carried into the room by Li Yang, Chen Xin walked out. She looked at the room that Li Yang had just closed for a moment, sighed, and sat on the sofa a little depressed. It can be seen that Chen Xin was also deliberately and carefully dressed, wearing a white cool T-shirt. The thin cotton fabric seemed to exist to intimately embrace her skin. The neckline of the T-shirt is loose and tilted slightly to one side, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small piece of fair skin on one side, exuding an inadvertent sexiness.
The length of the caring shirt just covered her waist, but when she raised her hands, a small section of her slender waist was vaguely exposed, which attracted people's imagination.
There are a few light blue stripes printed on the T-shirt, which adds a bit of freshness and liveliness to the overall look.
The short shorts on her legs are the highlight of her entire outfit. The shorts are made of light blue denim, with some natural raw edges on the edges, showing a casual and uninhibited look. It was extremely short in length and hugged her hips tightly, perfectly showing off her round and perky curves.
Chen Xin's slender and straight legs look even more eye-catching against the backdrop of short shorts. The skin on her legs is delicate and smooth, as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade. Under the light, you can even see the subtle fluff, which exudes a natural luster. Her calves have tight lines, the muscles are firm but soft, and the ankles are slender and delicate, with clear joints, like a beautiful piece of art.
Her feet were bare, her small toenails were trimmed neatly and rounded, and she was painted with a light pink nail polish, making her look cute and cute. When she walked, her steps were light and nimble, like an elegant deer.
Obviously, she had dressed up deliberately, but she had no choice but to stay in the living room silently while looking at the closed door.
A little anxious, she sometimes paced in the living room and sometimes sat down gently on the sofa. Every movement was smooth and graceful. When she knelt down to sort out the clutter on the coffee table, the neckline of her considerate shirt drooped slightly, revealing more of the charming scenery, but it returned to its original shape the moment she stood up, like a secret she couldn't speak.
She reached out and picked up a book and sat on the rocking chair by the window. The sunlight shone on her body, outlining her graceful figure. She turned slightly sideways and put one leg over the other. The edge of her shorts moved up slightly, revealing more of her fair thigh skin.
She read the book in her hand intently, occasionally raising her head and looking at the scenery outside the window, her eyes full of love for life and longing for the future.
It was just a longing to rely on, but it unconsciously shifted from Li Jian to Li Yang.
When she was confused, it was late at night before she knew it, and Li Yang's door finally opened. She turned around and saw that most of Zhang Xia's clothes were torn for some reason. She walked out of Li Yang's bedroom with rosy cheeks. She smiled, whispered hello, and hurried back to the room.
"Li Yang, tell me about Lin Yueyue, oh~"
Chen Xin pretended to enter Li Yang's bedroom and wanted to inquire about Lin Yueyue, but before she could say a complete sentence, Li Yang also entered. She squinted her eyes and had to lie on the bed to speak.
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In the past few days, for some reason, Li Jian couldn't help but think of Lin Yueyue.
Every time he got off work, memories came flooding back to him.
Lin Yueyue was the center of attention when she was in college. She always walks alone on the campus paths, with long hair and cold eyes, as if nothing around her can enter her eyes. Li Jian had watched her silently from a distance countless times, and her every smile could make Li Jian's heart flutter. However, that admiration was always buried deep in Li Jian's heart, because he felt that he was too ordinary and not worthy of such an outstanding her.
But Lin Yueyue today is completely different from the image in her memory. Every time she meets Li Yang, her face is filled with a happy smile, and her eyes are full of tenderness and dependence, and the object of all this is actually her younger brother Li Yang. She snuggled tightly next to Li Yang, with that bird-like attitude and enthusiastic expression that Li Jian had never dared to see.
Every time Li Jian saw this place, he would instantly feel an indescribable pain in his heart, as if an invisible hand was holding his heart tightly, making him almost unable to breathe.
On this day, when he came home from get off work, he found that his wife was not at home, his mother was not at home, but Li Yang was in the bedroom, and Lin Yueyue was sitting directly on him, laughing and talking, and there was food on the dining table.
When he got home, he stood blankly at the door, unable to take his eyes away from them, and his mind went blank.
"Brother, you're here, come in quickly!" Li Yang's cheerful voice broke Li Jian's daze. Then he woke up from a dream and moved into the house with difficulty.
Li Jian tried hard to force out a smile, but found that the muscles on his face were too stiff to control. His eyes wandered between Lin Yueyue and Li Yang, trying to find a corner where he could calm down. However, every time his eyes touched, it was like a sharp blade cutting across his heart.
"Li Jian, we meet again. My sister-in-law and aunt are busy today. I have a date with Li Yang and I made breakfast for her by the way."
Lin Yueyue's voice was still crisp and moving, but to Li Jian, it sounded like a ruthless ridicule. He nodded mechanically, as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.
The two invited him to sit down. Li Jian sat aside, his ears buzzing and he couldn't hear a word. His eyes fell on Lin Yueyue from time to time. Watching her intimate interaction with Li Yang, the bitterness in his heart continued to spread.
He remembered that when he was in college, he always went to take a seat early in order to meet Lin Yueyue in the library; in order to have a word with her, he carefully prepared countless topics, but he was so nervous that he forgot when facing her. In order to show his best side in front of her, he studied hard and participated in various activities, but all these efforts never got her to look at him seriously.
But now, she was so gentle and lovely in front of her younger brother. This huge contrast made Li Jian's heart full of loss and unwillingness. He questioned fate in his heart, why is it so unfair? Why is it that my younger brother can easily possess the beauty that I cannot touch even with all my efforts?
Li Jian felt as if he was in a dark abyss, and everything around him became blurred. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he had an indelible feeling for Lin Yueyue, and on the other hand, he had a deep affection for his younger brother. He wanted to escape from this suffocating scene, but he couldn't take a step forward and could only silently endure the torment in his heart.
At the dinner table, Li Yang and Lin Yueyue were picking up food from each other, their eyes meeting with each other full of love. Li Jian chewed the food mechanically, but couldn't taste anything. His mood was just like this seemingly warm dinner. On the surface, he was calm and harmonious, but inside he was already in turmoil.
It wasn't until he finished eating that he came back to his senses, said goodbye to Li Yang and Lin Yueyue with a forced smile, and walked into his bedroom.
As soon as he reached the bedroom, his eyes suddenly turned red, a sudden headache came over him, his vision went dark, and he collapsed suddenly. (End of chapter)