Coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower and wiping my hair, I could smell his scent all over me. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, his eyes turned red, because it was very similar to the scene many years ago, he waved to me with food on the table, and when I passed, he took a towel and wiped my hair for me, and the water droplets occasionally fell into my neck, and the cool touch fell on the skin.

When he told him not to rush to eat and dry his hair first, he also slowed down his hand and stopped talking because his words and concerns were too familiar.

I stood in front of him, wondering if he was reminiscing like I did.

It took me five years to get to eat what he cooked. At that moment, five years felt really long, and I obviously forgot what he liked to eat and what he didn't like to eat, but fortunately he remembered.

Affection and worthiness are never proportional.

My last thought is that if I can't be with you, my memory may be good, so let you stay by my side.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand was beating regularly at eleven o'clock.

From the moment he entered the house, he didn't ask me why I came to him, or when I was leaving.

Neither did I stay.

The voice of the TV series sounded in the living room, and he looked at the documents beside me, and from time to time he would look at me sideways for a moment, and his real figure was full of afterglow.

Of course, we also talk, and most of the silence is not awkward.

I know that the relationship that has just been warmed up needs to be constantly adjusted, and I can't rush it to the opposite effect.

So I've been trying to adapt to his family's environment, and he's still in the same habits as before.

For example, once you are passionate about one thing, you will do your best.

I buried my head in looking at the clothes that didn't match me, got up and said, "I should go back too." "Since you don't ask the purpose, as if I'm visiting a friend, then why should I be in such a hurry. I didn't have a position to question, did you complain that he didn't invite me to the engagement party?

The other side didn't answer, but his eyes paused.

I grabbed the car keys on the table and planned to go out, "I'll return the clothes to you another day, and as for the clothes I changed into your house, please throw them away, I don't bother to pick them up." ”

It's hard to notice if it's raining outside the window in a brightly lit room, but before winter officially begins, it seems like a drizzle is about to end.

Around him, he often forgets the existence of other people.

All my thoughts were put into it, but I was afraid that I would not be able to see his outline clearly.

In front of the person you like, it is easy to curl yourself up into a small ball and humble yourself.

When I see a glimmer of light, I can't wait to catch it, after all, I have been in the dark for too long, and I like those bright things.

As he walked slowly, he said in a small voice, "It's raining, let's go back tomorrow." ”

Actually, I don't want to go back again, can you promise me?

Song Zhun, who put down the work at hand, led me to the second floor. I couldn't take my eyes off the back of his neck, his arms, and his back, even if they were still in place, it was enough to make my imagination flutter.

Besides, he turned around and smiled at me.

It was so close that I could reach out and touch his cheek, and my heart was pounding, but I couldn't let him see it.

I hadn't been to his house, so I couldn't tell the difference between the guest room and the master bedroom.

He could only follow him stupidly, push open a door, and be greeted by his breath.

I took a step or two, intending to turn around and open another door.

Unexpectedly, he quickly held his arm, turned around and asked suspiciously, "Jiang Nian, where are you going?"

I pointed to the room next to me, and replied in a fog, "Isn't that the guest room?" ”

The person holding my arm didn't mean to let go, but pulled me in hard, and said in a tone as if there was no way: "I live alone, there is no master bedroom and guest room, so you have to sleep with me tonight, otherwise anyone who sleeps on the sofa is so narrow will suffer." ”

"Well, let's sleep together. I let go of his hand and turned around and closed the bedroom door.

He seemed slightly stunned, a little surprised.

But I'm not ashamed, what are you relieved about?

He lay heavily on the bed and closed his eyes.

Song Zhun didn't care about me, touched the back of his head, couldn't figure out what was going on, and walked to the bathroom softly.

I pulled the covers over my face, leaving only my eyes staring at the tightly closed bathroom door.

Finally, after waiting for the man to come out slowly with a sense of anxiety, I immediately shrunk my head into the quilt, and the tip of my nose could not smell the shampoo, as if I could stop my thoughts from flying.

After a while, I heard the hair dryer humming in the bathroom.

Only then did he dare to adjust his posture, facing his already red cheeks, complaining about his uncompetitive self.

The others didn't have anything to do, they lay down beside me calmly, very tired, but they didn't turn off the wall lamp for a long time, and the dim yellow light hit his face with some orange, blurring his vision.

Trying to restrain the throbbing in his heart, he didn't dare to look at him, so he only leaned sideways and asked softly, "Don't you turn off the lights?"

Song Zhun was stunned for a moment, then approached for half a minute and asked really puzzled, "Why are you blushing?"

I laughed, then put my arms on the back of my head, and looked at him meaningfully, "What do you think is the reason?"

The other party stared at me for a moment, wrinkling his brow and lowering the quilt that was about to cover my cheek, and in an instant, it seemed that his breathing became smoother.

"Jiang Nian, why do I think you are becoming less and less ashamed?"

I blinked innocently and quipped, "It's really wronged, I obviously didn't say anything, how can you treat me like this?"

"Yo, it seems that not only is his skin thicker, but his eloquence has also improved. ”

"Less garlic. ”

"What did I pretend?"

I rolled my eyes, lay straight down, and sighed helplessly, "Yes, you didn't pretend to be anything, I was in a reverie." ”

Song Zhun seemed to be interested, raising a playful face and an interested tone, "Really, what are you thinking?"

I saw him look innocent and harmless, and decided to play with him, so I raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

"Would love to know. ”

"Then don't blame me. ”

"Never!"

Before something happens, there are always a few decent words to foreshadow, although the intention is not strong and the dialogue is too simple.

But I still smiled evilly at the curvature of the corners of my mouth, moved to his side to narrow the distance between us, and then gently touched the already smiling lips on the other side, and soon left.

I remembered a movie I had made before, and the director explained a lot to me when talking about the kiss scene.

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