The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Who are you? Why did you break into my house?"

In the darkness, the boy's clear voice rang in his ears, with a tremor.

"Ms. Shen..."

This familiar call...

Shen Zhiyu's pupils shook, and almost instantly he heard who the owner of the voice was, but she still froze for several seconds before asking in disbelief, "Xia Beiqing?"

He couldn’t believe that Xia Beiqing would still appear in front of him after a few months. He couldn’t believe that Xia Beiqing would know where he was. He couldn’t believe that Xia Beiqing would suddenly break into him in the middle of the night. s home.

Shen Zhiyu suddenly felt a heavy shoulder.

Xia Beiqing touched his head against his shoulder, and replied dullly, "It's me..."

Shen Zhiyu recovered from the shock and immediately struggled, but Xia Beiqing's arm locked his waist firmly. Shen Zhiyu wanted to reach Xia Beiqing with his elbow, but Xia Beiqing suddenly caught him. The wrist was twisted behind his back, making him completely immobile.

Shen Zhiyu was a little annoyed: "Xia Beiqing, what on earth do you want to do!"

Xia Beiqin pressed his chest against his back, conveying the temperature between each other, lowered his head and buried it in his neck, like a dog, desperately absorbing the breath from him, and his voice became dull. Even mixed with a trace of obsession: "Let me hold it for a while, and it will be fine for a while."

He wanted to hold him like this, already thinking that he was going crazy.

Shen Zhiyu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, desperately suppressed the pain coming from his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "Did you forget, what happened to me before?"

How dare to appear in front of him like this casually?

Xia Beiqing stopped talking.

Time ticked by. I don’t know how long it took. Shen Zhiyu finally lost his patience: "Enough, Xia Beiqing, I don’t want to see you, get out of my house immediately!"

The head on his shoulders moved, and then, Shen Zhiyu's arm was loosened. He immediately broke free from Xia Beiqing's embrace, retreating again and again, and hid in the corner, staring guardedly at that in the dark. Wipe the figure.

Xia Beiqing didn't seem to be planning to do anything to him, so he jumped out of the window and the room was silent again.

Shen Zhiyu leaned his back against the wall, his body slipped a little bit, and finally fell to the cold ground, buried his head deeply in his knees, his breathing became rapid and disordered.

He spent several months building a fortress for his heart, but as soon as Xia Beiqin appeared, his fortress collapsed without any effort.

Shen Zhiyu stayed up all night.

On Saturday, nothing happened. He cleaned the house thoroughly. Even if there was no dust, he took some rags and wiped it repeatedly, trying to ignore his panic.

After finally staying up to the evening, I had an appointment with Wei Heng to have dinner in the restaurant. Shen Zhiyu changed his clothes and just opened the door and was about to go out. Suddenly, a figure flashed by and stood in front of him.

It is Xia Beiqin.

The room was too dark yesterday, and Shen Zhiyu did not see Xia Beiqing's face.

Now, after many months, the young boy’s delicate face broke into his sight again, and those sweet and painful memories of the past popped up in his mind like a sea tide, causing his heart to beat violently, as if he even breathed. It becomes difficult.

He dared not think about the past.

It was a long time before he arrived in Shuo Country. He suffered from insomnia all night, staring at him, and staying up until dawn in pain.