It was a cool breeze outside, and she let the man carry her into the villa, and when she reached the door, the man's deep voice came from overhead, only two words, "Password." ”

She glanced up at the man, and lazily put her index finger on the door lock.

The dark red door opened, and Lu Xi'an familiarly put her on the sofa, turned around and closed the curtains.

Chi Duwan didn't open his eyes from beginning to end, the whole person was half lying on the armrest of the sofa, casually pointing in the direction of the door, and his voice was very low, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for sending me home in your busy schedule, the door is there, remember to close the door when you leave." ”

After saying that, she didn't do anything more.

I don't know how long it took, but when she felt like she was about to fall asleep, she still didn't hear the door shut.

She sat up boredly, only to notice that the kitchen light was on.

The dim light cast a long shadow on the ground through the kitchen door, the man lowered his head as if he was cutting something, the cutting board and the knife overlapped and made a "tuk tuk" sound, she was in a trance for a moment, unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream.

If it was a dream, how could those pains be so clear.

If it wasn't for a dream, how could he be here.

There was no light in the living room, and when Lu Xi'an came out with the sobering soup, there was no woman on the sofa, his eyes were tossing and turning, and finally landed on the balcony.

Silvery white shrouded most of the city, Chi Duwan was standing on the balcony, bracing herself to look down at the long line of street lamps not far away, the half of the cigarette ash on her fingertips was crumbling, until she was suddenly stopped by a force behind her, her knuckles inevitably trembled, and half of the soot was scattered all over the ground.

"Sobered up?"

The man's warm breath sprayed on the side of her ear, giving the illusion that she had been together for a long time, she raised her eyes to look at the night scene not far away, and smiled stupidly, "I'm not drunk." ”

If it was really drunk, how could those familiar feelings be so clear.

Lu Xi'an's powerful arms hugged her from behind, and between the two of them, his hands held her slender wrists like this, and his tone was also doting, "I cooked a sobering soup, go back and drink a little, otherwise I will have a headache when I wake up tomorrow morning, huh?"

She doesn't like to drink, as long as she drank a little bit before, she would inevitably have a headache after a hangover, and only Lu Xi'an knew about it.

Chi Duwan's eyebrows were still twisted in a place he couldn't see, "Lu Xi'an, you already have a fiancée." ”

She was caught off guard and opened the distance between the two of them, and turned to look at him, "You are a dignified man, even if it is for Gu Xi's sake, don't embarrass me anymore, okay?"

In fact, it should have been a few hysterical words, but now they came out of her mouth without the slightest deterrent.

Lu Xi'an looked at her delicate and small face, and approached straight in her direction, "You know, I'm not a good person, how did I take Nan'an in the first place, and now I can take the Gu family," he smiled, "Tell me, why should I let you go for Gu Xi's sake, huh?"

Chi Duwan was forced to retreat, and his back was caught off guard against the handrail of the balcony.

The cigarette from her fingertips also fell directly off the balcony because of this action, and finally disappeared in the garden.

"Lu Xi'an," she pursed her lips and lowered her head, and said a little abruptly, "I guess I'm wrong about you." ”

It should be said that whether it was five years ago or now, she has never seen him clearly.

In order to prevent her from falling, Lu Xi'an directly raised his hand to clasp her waist, causing her upper body to hang directly outside the balcony, and pinched her chin with the other hand, "Wanwan, you've already said this sentence for five years, don't you feel tired?"

Chi Duwan didn't know when she put on a heartless smile again, and looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Lu didn't feel tired of having the same taste five years ago as he did five years later, how could I get tired of it." ”

She raised her hand and slid it down his arm to his shoulder, then touched his slightly open neckline, directly probed the cold palm into it, and even drew circles on his chest in a decent manner, moving slowly but deliberately teasing.

"Or ......," she blinked, "let's do it, I'm in the mood now." ”