Things often turn out unexpectedly. Later, I often wondered, if I hadn't stayed that day, would the outcome have been different? I can't answer, and I believe Ziqing can't answer either.

I kind of recognized the bed that day, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. I don't know how long it took, I wanted to go to the toilet, and as soon as I opened the door, Ziqing sat on the sofa in the living room and smoked, with a dim floor lamp next to him, lined with smoke from his fingertips, a little lonely.

Seeing me out, he picked up a gentle smile on his lips: "Can't sleep?" I nodded, embarrassedly bypassing him to the bathroom. When I came out, seeing that he was still on the sofa, I pulled the broken hair from my ear slightly and smiled at him. His expression was stunned: "Can't you sleep and watch a movie together, right?" said and turned on the TV.

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I nodded "yes" and sat down on the other side of the couch. is an old movie "Letter from a Strange Woman", although I have watched it, but when the resentful "Pipa Language" sounds, Lao Xu's infatuation and Jiang Wen's unintentionality still attract me to watch it with relish.

When the movie ended, I couldn't help but sigh and say: "Women are infatuated, men are negative, it's really true." Ziqing looked at me and didn't say anything. I was thinking I had said the wrong thing, he was a man after all. Ziqing suddenly stood up, walked to my side, sat next to me, and looked at me with a trace of melancholy in his eyes: "Many things can't be explained with infatuation. ”

I was speechless for a moment, and then I sat quietly. After about a few minutes, the movie was changed again, and from time to time there were some intimate scenes, he was next to me, and I could hear the breath gap, I was a little embarrassed, so I wanted to get up and go back to the house, but I was unexpectedly held in his arms. Before I could react, his lips were already kissing mine.

I had a boyfriend when I was in college, and maybe my cold nature couldn't bring the hot him the happiness he wanted, and they broke up not long after. No one has ever walked into my heart since. The days with my ex-boyfriend were very young, we went to self-study together, we went to play together, and a bicycle carried all the happiness we had at that time. Simple spring flowers and autumn moons, no unforgettable, no obsession and forgetfulness, ended my first love.

Suddenly, my mind went blank and my limbs stiffened. His kisses were so tender and lingering, I had never been kissed so delicately, from the eyebrows, to the tip of my nose, to my face, and tossing and turning on my lips. I thought it couldn't be like this, he was almost a stranger, but how to put it? It was a scene, that night, I struggled a little and then obeyed.

In the dim light, his face was clear and handsome, looking at his gentleness, my heart was so nervous that my heart fluttered, and a trace of indescribable frustration grew, I didn't have time to think about whether it was right or wrong, the faint smell of tobacco on his lips made me sniff greedily like Gu. A man as gentle and moist as grass gave me warmth and bewitchment, and in the warm summer night, I sank.

When the sky was slightly white, Ziqing fell asleep, but I suddenly woke up, maybe it was the dawn that saw the light, I felt so dirty. I really want to know the reason for my sinking: Is a girl who has just stepped out of the ivory tower really have no resistance to a mature man who solves her predicament? Or is there an element of restlessness in my bones? I ask myself if it is not the latter, but all the moral constraints on myself when I was a student seem to have passed away the moment I stepped into society. But it is a true portrayal of the state of mind. Just like a bird that has been imprisoned for a long time, it suddenly flies into the jungle and returns to nature, and has the urge to pursue a new life.

However, after the spur of the moment, I still regret it. I sneaked into the bathroom, washed myself several times, bit my lip and cried. I was embarrassed to cry in front of Ziqing, I was willing, and now I was crying in front of him, as if I wanted to be a bitch and set up an archway, I didn't want to be looked down upon by him. But I felt really uncomfortable. People are prone to make mistakes under ambiguous impulses. I often think that if I had been sensible at the time, maybe things would have been different. However, where is the reason?

After crying for a long time, I got dressed and went out. Ziqing was already sitting in the living room smoking. I froze and lowered my head. I regret it, and I'm afraid he will. That would make me feel ridiculous last night.

He stood up and walked up to me, and I hesitantly raised my head to meet his somewhat guilty eyes, and my heart went cold. Suddenly he said, "Be my girlfriend." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and without a brain response, I asked, "How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?" ”

Ziqing smiled: "Now I know." "My face was red and stupid again. He took my hand and looked at me inquiringly, but the guilt in his eyes stung me, and although I regretted it a little last night, I didn't need emotional pity. I silently pulled my hand out.

Ziqing was silent, packed up and went to work. Before going out, he said lightly to me, "Wait for me to come back for dinner." I didn't answer.