The RV was still parked near the village of Pingjuku, and as twilight fell, the dim light in the car window cast in front of the muddy mountain village path, like a square veil covering the mountain grass.

Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu hugged each other in the bedroom for a long time, she leaned on his arms, wrapped her hand around his waist, and gently stroked on his spine.

The fabric of the shirt under his fingertips showed his warm body temperature.

Yan Shiqi's heart moved, he raised his eyes from his shoulder, and his expression was very serious, "Fourth brother, are there any traces of the injury on his back?"

He had been beaten so badly that the barbed leather whip had broken through his skin, and she had inadvertently thought that the man had never taken off his clothes and slept in front of her, whether it was because those scars had not been smoothed by the years.

Hearing this, the man looked at her tenderly, raised his hand and stroked her face, "Want to see it?"

Yan Shiqi nodded prettyly, "I want to ......"

She wanted to see his scars, if there were still traces of time, if she could heal those past wounds.

The man's burning gaze drew the hot temperature, his thin lips were slightly sideways, and his fingertips were still lingering on her white cheeks, as if asking, as if stunned, "Don't you regret it?"

Yan Shiqi's cheeks itched because of his rubbing, she raised her hand to hold his movements, pressed his palm against her face, and said without hesitation: "In my life, the thing I have ever done that I don't regret is to be with you." ”

If he said it clearly, he could let go of the uneasiness in his heart, Yan Shiqi thought to herself, she was willing to say a one-night stand to him tonight.

The man's breath sank, he held Yan Shiqi's face in one hand, his eyes were full of love, and the magnetic timbre rolled up a sentence that stirred her heart: "After tonight, if you regret it, it's too late." ”

Seemingly, something is going to happen.

Yan Shiqi's focused gaze crashed into his eyes, and she clearly saw his undisguised affection, she pulled a smile in front of him and kissed him the lips.

She learned from the way he once spoke close to the corners of her lips, and said softly: "Fourth brother, I will not regret it until I die." ”

The man held the fingertips of her cheek, and the temperature was a little hotter.

He locked her in sight, his right hand resting on his cheek, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one from the neckline with his left hand.

Under the honey-colored light, the man took off his shirt, the texture was clear, the arc was firm, and the tall body without a trace of fat was impressive.

When he turned around, the first thing that appeared in front of Yan Shiqi was a dark brown scar that stretched across his shoulder.

From left to right.

It was to protect her from being discovered, in that grass, the whip that was whipped by the thugs.

It was also the blood on her shoulders that spilled on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

Yan Shiqi's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and it was throbbing impenetrably.

The skin on this scar is intertwined with tiny scar lines, which must have been cut open by the barbs in the first place.

She lifted her trembling fingertips and touched them lightly from her shoulder.

"At that time, didn't it hurt?" her voice choked, and the scene from fourteen years ago seemed to be repeated in front of her eyes.

The man turned his back to her and responded in a deep and hoarse voice, "I have been looking at you at that time, and I forgot about the pain." ”

Because of such a sentence, Yan Shiqi almost burst into tears.

She endured and endured, but she still couldn't hold back, and as tears fell from the corners of her eyes, a dense shallow kiss fell on the scar on his shoulder.

Whiplash to protect her!