苏韵抓住他的手放在桌面上，侧脸枕在他手心，“想你那天打球的场景。”                                                                                “以后我陪你打。”                                                                                苏韵点头，而后一直温和的看着他，也不说话，就这么浅笑着看他。逆着光，他的五官沉溺在黑影里，可她看的那么清楚，像定格在了眼睛里。                                                                                蒋慕承俯身凑过去，在她的唇上轻轻吮吸，吻到深处，苏韵情不自禁的嘤咛一声。蒋慕承自己也有了反应，把她抱坐在腿上，苏韵勾住他的脖子。                                                                                天色已经暗下来，院子里只有偶尔的虫鸣。                                                                                两人忘情的拥吻，昏天黑地。                                                                                蒋慕承温热的鼻息喷在她的耳后，问她：“身体还疼吗？”                                                                                “有点。”                                                                                蒋慕承本想要她，听到她说身体疼，又及时打住，只是用力箍着她，想要把她嵌进自己身体里。