Instead of going to the store again, I sat at home, anxiously waiting for time to pass. The clock ticked on the wall www.biquge.info pen and fun pavilion, and I was exhausted clutching two rings and that old photo on my phone.

Countless thoughts have been rushing through my mind for hours, and I have wanted to rush downstairs to the store to ask Manji's father for clarification. However, in the end, I didn't have the courage to do so, I was afraid that the ending was not what I wanted, and there was no room for redemption. I was tired, and finally stopped, determined not to speculate for the time being, just wait to see Xiao Han in the evening and ask him to give me an explanation.

The rest of the time was tough, especially after Manji's father returned from the store. I've never tried to crave a person's hug so much, but I can only respond with indifference, this kind of taste is masochism that is worse than death.

I secretly watched his every move, every expression, but I couldn't let him notice. When I can't look at him, I invoke my sense of hearing, smell and even my sixth sense, as if I had another pair of eyes in the corner of my eye, desperately trying to capture his every move and speculate on his true inner thoughts.

He didn't seem to pay attention to me, just washed his hands and brushed his teeth, and then dodged into the bathroom to take a shower.

I sat alone on the couch, listening to the sound of rushing water, looking at the ticking wall clock, tears welling up in my eyes from time to time, but I was locked tightly in my heart.

It seemed like a long time, and it didn't seem like it was long, when the bathroom door was opened. In the mist, Manji's father **** walked out. A bath towel is wrapped around the waist, and the muscles on the body are no more or less, showing a full and hard line. A pair of dark eyes, because of the smudge of water vapor, appear more profound.

He walked over and sat down beside me, the aroma of shower gel and shampoo blending into the familiar and reassuring scent. He wiped his wet hair with a towel, then raised his hand and put it around my neck. I was stunned for a moment, and his smile became even brighter, and his dark eyes were full of tenderness. Suddenly, he grabbed the ends of the towel and pulled me closer, and the warm lips covered my lips indistinctly, and I only felt a sweet breath that slid from between my lips into my throat and into my heart. It's the feeling I've been waiting for for a day, so familiar, yet so far away that I crave it madly, but I don't dare touch it.

He lifted my face and gently bit my lips, the tip of his tongue touching between his lips and teeth, like a small snake, teasing the most primitive desires. Suddenly, a slight drop of water fell on the face, a touch of coolness. I couldn't hold back any longer, hugging his body, my hands rubbing against his smooth back, I could feel every bone of his, every skin.

Daddy Manji suddenly hugged me, hugged me deeply, and helped me to my feet. We kissed and leaned towards the bed......

Exhausted, I lay down in the crook of his arm and felt his even, warm breathing. I gently used my fingertips to glide over his thick black eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and look at the corners of his mouth, suddenly upturned, with a smile in the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, his lips covered again, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly under him. I laughed and cried out, pulled out my hand and hit him on the shoulder, and he buried his head deep in my chest and hugged me tightly. I stroked his soft, thick hair and felt extremely relieved.

Suddenly, the phone clicked and lit up. I was startled, and my body stiffened. That old photo was deeply imprinted in my mind, and for a moment, I only felt that the endless warmth had faded and become cold all over. We are like two intertwined vines, but there is a cold membrane between them.

My hand was deep in his hair, but I still couldn't touch him.

After a while, I heard him breathing evenly. He curled up on top of me like a child, smiling, and fell asleep. I gently tried to pull out my arm, but it disturbed his dreams, and he squirmed before he stepped back from me. I carefully withdrew my hand again, got up and got out of bed, and tucked the corners of the quilt for him.

I got dressed, took a deep look at him, picked up my phone, and went out.

At this time, the wind coldly penetrates into the bone marrow. I hunched over my shoulders and walked towards the mansion. The cordon at the gate had not been removed, and the trees at the gate had lost their last leaves, and their branches stretched out into the dark night.

I paced back and forth a few steps, but I didn't see any figures. In this cold day, Xiao Han won't let me go with pigeons, right? Suddenly, I heard a "creak" sound from the gate, and in this silent night it was like an arrow piercing the night sky, and I was frightened, and walked forward, only to find that the gate that had been sealed was somehow open with a small crack, and the seal fell off one end, and the other end was still glued to the door, swinging in the wind.

Could it be that he has already gone in? I shouted in my heart, and I was frozen outside for half a day in vain. I carefully pushed the crack in the door wider, and dodged into the courtyard. The courtyard was the same as the last time I entered, but when I got to the gate, I realized that there were no mirrors on it. Again, the seal on this floor was half off, and I pushed the door open and walked in.

Although there was no lamp in the room, the moonlight tonight was like mercury spilling down, illuminating the room clearly, including the outline of the human figure outlined with white lines on the ground. I felt a chill in my heart...... When Sister Ruan died, she fell there, in such a distorted posture.

"Xiao Han?" I whispered, but no one answered.

"Captain Xiao?" I tentatively called him and walked around the room gently. This house has three floors, and the foyer on the first floor is clear at a glance, maybe Captain Xiao is upstairs?

The staircase was on the east side of the house, near the window, and I walked over it, deliberately careful not to approach the side of the first staircase, lest I fall into that horrible tunnel again for no apparent reason.

Holding on to the handrails, although my steps had fallen lightly, the "creaking" sound of wooden planks still echoed in the room. On the second floor, the space is divided into 3 rooms. The light is slightly dimmer compared to the first floor.

"Captain Xiao, are you there?" I still called carefully, but there was still no response. I twisted the handle of a room, but found that the door was locked and could not be unscrewed from the outside, I don't know if it was usually locked, or after the crime, in order to protect the scene of evidence, it was locked by the criminal police. I stopped insisting and moved to the second room, and the result was the same.

I was a little confused, hesitating whether to try the third room, but my hand was already on the handle, and with a slight turn to the left, the door was actually opened. The first thing that catches my eye is an old wooden table, in front of which is a wooden chair with a backrest, and a thick leather cushion on the stool, which has been pressed down to create a nest. The chairs and tables were already dusty, but a strange sight caught my eyes. In that layer of ash, there was actually a clean rectangle, which proved that there was a rectangle like this large place before this. Could it be that Xiao Han took it in?

When I think of Xiao Han, my head is big again. I don't know what this guy is doing, and he hasn't shown up. I muttered and turned around, only to see a figure standing in the corner. My heart pounded, and my teeth involuntarily chattered, bumping together, making a "clatter" sound. Stabilizing his mind, he borrowed the moonlight to take a closer look, only to find that it was a mahogany wardrobe, and there was a dressing mirror on the door. I let out a deep breath of helplessness. In this house, it's really tangled to be intimidated by the mirrors all the time. Looking around, there is nothing else except some calligraphy and paintings.

I can't imagine that Sister Ruan's house, the room is so cold and simple, it doesn't look like a local tyrant lives. However, this is not unusual, although many locals have money, but the houses in such urban villages are not decorated. The reason is that most of them live in the city, or simply immigrate to Hong Kong, so the old houses they stay in S City are either rented or only used to live in when they come back occasionally. This house obviously belongs to the latter.

But after shopping for so long, where did Xiao Han go? I exited the room, followed the escalator, and looked at the third floor, wondering if he would be on top.

Suddenly, I only felt a heavy blow on the back of my neck, and my eyes were dark, and I didn't know anything.