Incheon in the heavy rain, an airport hotel for some years.

Late at night is the quietest time. When Jiang Suhe came up from the garage, it was already silent.

He walked down the corridor with some history, and with every step he took, the floor shook slightly.

At the corner at the end of the promenade, a slim girl stood with a slim body draped in an ill-fitting plus-size suit, giving a sense of pity.

Looking at her sick and weak figure, Jiang Suhe couldn't help but feel distressed.

It's just that she didn't walk this way, and she didn't move her body to make a gesture of welcome.

From his point of view, the way she crossed her arms and raised her head in anticipation may make outsiders feel cold and unapproachable, but it will only make him feel sincere.

He hurriedly walked over and stood silently beside the girl.

Zhou Ziyu was about to open her glancing face, but it backfired, and the slight illness caused by the shower made her a crying face.

The two of them walked towards the room in such a tacit understanding.

All the way to the top of the stairs, he suddenly put his left hand in front of the girl's eyes, raised his finger and said, "Pull the hook."

"Childish!"

Having said that, Zhou Ziyu grabbed his fingers, did not let go, and walked into the room hand in hand.

To hang the suit on the hanger, just as Zhou Ziyu let go of Jiang Suhe's hand, he saw that the girl even had the root of her neck red.

In order to hide this, she grabbed his hand again in a panic and said, "What hook do you pull?"

He took out his right hand from Zhou Ziyu's palm, and then stretched out the little finger of his left hand and said:

"This is our first day, the day to be remembered. ”

"Well, I know. ”

She pretended to be nonchalant and laughed as she pouted as she split his fist and pressed her face against it.

"Why is your face so cold?"

"Who's that? Although you said it against your heart at the time, I always thought it was serious. Otherwise, the rain is pouring down, who wants to wait for you, the negative person. ”

Seeing Zhou Ziyu with bloodshot eyes and a haggard face, Jiang Suhe, who saw her like this for the first time, felt even more guilty in his heart, he lowered his head, held back his tears, looked up at her, and showed a smiling face.

"I love you. ”

"I love you, Oppa."

Just two simple sentences, no fierce hugs and kisses.

Silence is the main theme of this room.

"Oppa, you take a break. I'll go wash up. Stopping Jiang Suhe, who wanted to speak, Zhou Ziyu went into the bathroom alone.

Oppa?Jiang Suhyuk took the word to heart.

He had nothing to do at first, but an impulse made him leap to his feet, lit the incense machine on his desk, turned the lights to dusk, and played jazz music outside.

The smell of incense is good, the brightness of the light is just right, and the notes, harmonies, and rhythms flow in the air.

Jiang Suhe hummed a small tune, reaching out to the dressing mirror to arrange his slightly messy shirt, from the bow tie to the placket, meticulously.

About half an hour later, there was a soft 'squeak' as the bathroom door opened, which had been closed.

"Uncle, help me blow my hair. ”

Jiang Suhyuk's heart broke again.

Zhou Ziyu sat down, his hair coiled at the back of his head, and a few strands of hair hanging down were still condensed with water, embellished on his delicate neck, a piece of warm white jade after washing.

The girl's body was filled with the aroma of atomization, and the red fluttering little face reflected in the mirror made Jiang Suhe, who was holding the hair dryer, stunned and stood upright.

Zhou Ziyu was applying lotion, and felt his fingers running between her hair, occasionally touching her skin, crispy and numb.

The hot wind blew his hair, Zhou Ziyu slapped his little face a few times, put down the cotton pad, "Turn down one gear." ”

"Yes," Jiang Suhe smelled the fragrance in her hair, "Your hair is very good, try to use as little hot air as possible." ”

Zhou Ziyu turned his head to look at her, his eyes were soft, he glanced at him, and then turned his head away.

When I was at the airport in the afternoon, I was worried about this, worried about that, afraid that I wouldn't be able to find Jiang Suhe, and afraid that Jiang Suhe would not be enthusiastic when he saw him.

Now her heart was full of joy, and she just thought how nice it would be if she could be with him every day.

They love each other, and Zhou Ziyu knows that this love is not a momentary favor or heartbeat, but will inevitably become stronger and stronger.

They said that when they grow up and come into contact with more people, they will slowly look down on this feeling. But Zhou Ziyu doesn't think so.

After blowing their hair, Jiang Suhyuk and Zhou Ziyu ordered takeout together, which was the fried noodles of the Hanjiang Hotel, a time-honored brand in Incheon.

Zhou Ziyu doesn't talk much, doesn't eat much, takes small bites, and is exceptionally quiet.

She ate a few bites, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and looked at Jiang Suhe with her cheeks in her hands, her man's sideburns were messy, and her gray hair was dotted with gray hair.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and her nose was a little sour.

After eating, Jiang Suhe cleaned up the mess and made a cup of hot tea.

The girl changed into pale pink pajamas and walked over with her hands on her chest.

She quietly removed her underwear, but with this thick fabric, she wouldn't let him know for a while.

"Oppa, lie down. ”

Zhou Ziyu sat on the sofa, and Jiang Suhe curled up obediently, resting his head on her warm thigh.

The girl leaned slightly, looking down at the man lying in front of her wholeheartedly, picking up the white hair on his head for him. Her careful movements and attentive gaze all showed her sincere feelings.

Jiang Suhe pressed his face tighter, sighed, pretended to be a young man's sentimentality, and rubbed the tender flesh on her leg with the palm of his hand.

"Ah, it hurts. ”

Zhou Ziyu spread out his palms in front of his eyes, and he was amazed by white hair.

"It's nice to be together like this and not have to talk. ”

The man lying on his side glanced at the girl's slightly bulging breasts, and his face looked serene and calm.

"I have the illusion that we've been together for a long time, so long that we've passed those hot stages. So once we are really together, we don't know what to do. ”

A young girl who cares for a man older than herself like a loving mother will inevitably be regarded as a long-term couple if she is seen by outsiders.

Zhou Ziyu didn't react for a while, glanced at him blankly, and then said with a smile, "Nonsense, eating, watching shows, and traveling overseas are all indispensable." ”

At the moment when the man's eyes were about to move but did not move, the girl tore off a hair with gentle and swift movements.

The girl got up from the couch and leaned softly against the windowsill to look at it. She looked as if she was looking back for a moment, and suddenly walked to the center of the room.

Watching Zhou Ziyu turn on the lights in the room, and then tidy up his wrinkled suit, Jiang Suhe felt that he was being taken care of.

He stepped forward and hugged her tightly.

Zhou Ziyu swallowed, obviously having made up her mind to be a willful little woman from today onwards, but she still couldn't play an ignorant girl.

……

A big bed, the two of them snuggled tightly together, Ziyu's hand wrapped around Jiang Suhe's back, and his head was also pillowed on his chest, because only in this way would he know when he left.

In a daze, Zhou Ziyu seemed to hear a sentence.

"Tomorrow, we will go to Taiwan. ”