There are more than a dozen rooms between the rooms of the two people. I usually didn't think that tonight, this corridor seemed to be extraordinarily slow, and Chu Qing walked slowly behind him. Pass through closed doors. She thought to herself, at this moment, how many men and women in this door are entangled because of love, and how many people are entangled because of desire. How many people are happy with each other, and how many people are in love but can't struggle painfully? And in this place other than drunken dreams and death, how many people sleep peacefully, and how many people are lonely?

When he arrived at the door, Han Che swiped his card to open the door. He pushed the door open, walked in, and looked back at her.

She lowered her head, stunned.

"Come in."

Chu Qing looked up at him, stunned for a few seconds, and shook his head: "I'm not coming in." Good night. ”

He hasn't eaten pork, hasn't he seen a pig walk? If he hadn't known what had happened, he would have grown a head in vain.

He took her by the arm and pulled her into the room.

Chu Qing saw him close the door, his eyes flashed, and he was a little guarded.

Han Che looked at her, suddenly a little weak, was silent for a moment, stuffed her with a room card, and turned around to go out: "I'll go somewhere else......"

Chu Qing looked at him like this, and he was a little reluctant. Grabbed him: "I'll sit and go." ”

Han Che didn't want to leave in his heart, so he stopped. His gaze couldn't help but look at her. In the bright light, she lowered her eyes, a little absent-minded. On the wall next to her is a mirror. He and her were reflected in the mirror. She was tall among women, but in front of him she was only as tall as his shoulders.

The light shone on the back of her neck, where the white skin was delicate.

He suppressed the heat that slowly surged in his heart, and it was not a matter of standing like this.

"Sit casually."

Chu Qing nodded, walked to the sofa and sat down, he put down his phone and turned around to open the refrigerator. "What do you want to drink?"

Chu Qing stared at the mobile phone he put on the coffee table, and the fingers on his knee were unconsciously twisted together. Seeing him standing in front of the refrigerator and looking back at her, she let out a soft sigh. Then he reacted and replied, "Coffee ......"

Han Che closed the refrigerator, searched the mirror table, and saw a box. When you open it, you can see that there is instant coffee, playing cards, and dice. He reached out for the coffee pod, and saw the box of *** underneath, and the vague picture on the box actually stimulated his heart. He picked it up and looked at it, a twenty-five-year-old man, he hadn't done it yet, he couldn't say it.

He put down the *** and took out the coffee pod to prepare for brewing.

Chu Qing walked over: "I'll come." She picked up the kettle and boiled it.

Han Che put down the coffee bag and stood by to look at her.

The space in front of the mirror is not spacious, and the two people are very close together. The headlights didn't turn on, just a small light. The light was dim and dim. He remembered that night in the South Lake, in the dark alley. He kissed her, and she looked dumbfounded. Her lips were soft, and the kiss felt great.

She fills the kettle with water and plugs it in.

He silently raised his hand, propped himself up to the wall behind her, and wrapped her in his arms. She turned her back to him, not noticing it at all, washed the cup, tore open the coffee and poured it in, and asked him, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Coffee ......"

She reached out and opened the lid of the box and went to turn over the coffee.

He observed her every move, and she also found the box of ***, and a flash of embarrassment flashed on her face. Then he pretended not to see it, took the coffee very calmly, and closed the lid.

The dim yellow light gilded her face. Her face was a little hazy and a little unreal.

Eager affection welled up in his heart, as if something was about to rise out of his heart, and he stared at her without taking his eyes off it. She finally found his hand resting on the wall next to her, and in front of the cramped bathing table, the two of them close enough to feel each other's breathing. He was relatively honest during this time, and suddenly she was not used to this. Her face flushed slightly, and she only turned her head and pretended not to see.

Han Che suddenly said softly, "I want to tell you a story. ”

“…… You speak. ”

He withdrew his hand and touched the broken hair on the side of her ear.

Her face slowly turned red, but her eyes were still staring at the kettle as if nothing had happened. The man didn't move.

"It's a long story."

"I'll make a long story short......"

"I like you. It's been a long time. ”

The water boiled, and the water suddenly boiled, making a loud gurgling sound.

Chu Qing's heart was beating wildly suddenly, and he didn't know if he was frightened by his sudden kiss or by the loud sound of the kettle.

His lips rubbed against hers, gentle and careful. The two of them were reflected in the mirror next to him, he hugged her, he lowered his head and could only see a handsome side face, his eyes closed, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Chu Qing, I love you......"

"I've loved you since I was a teenager and have been blank for you for too many years."

His voice was as soft as a dream.

Chu Qing had a trance-like feeling that he was dreaming.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that she did not resist, he let go of her lips and kissed her eyebrows. His voice was soft and demagogic: "Chu Qing, is it okay to be my woman?" ……”

The surging emotions in his eyes hit her heart.

The feeling came up again, a little bit of pleasure, a little bit of vanity, a little bit of intoxication.

What happened tonight made her mood a little low. However, the mood turned from cloudy to sunny.

But, right now, she doesn't have the heart to think about it.

The kettle boils to the top and trips automatically. She took advantage of this moment and gently pushed him away: "I make coffee." ”

Han Che was already satisfied, and he didn't dare to make another attempt.

Outside was the mountain forest under the moonlight, and the two sat side by side on the sofa on the balcony, Chu Qing held a coffee cup to warm his hands.

After hesitating for a long time, she spoke: "My phone is out of battery, can I borrow your phone to make a call?" ”

Han Che hesitated for a few seconds and handed her the phone.

Chu Qing saw his hesitation, the mobile phone is a very private item, and with his identity and status, it is normal for him to mind that others touch his mobile phone. But she could only pretend she didn't see it.

The thought that she might dig her own grave made her feel uneasy.

She took the phone, and the screen was on. When she saw the wallpaper on the screen, she was stunned. It was a picture of her leaning over to make instant noodles, the sun shining on her, and she smiled with crooked eyebrows. Flying curtains, instant noodles with heads upright, and a clean and warm living room. These backgrounds, combined with her, are beautiful. The technique of taking pictures is really good.

But a person like him would even secretly photograph others?

If Qiao Shu knew, she would definitely spray rice again.

Could it be that he hesitated just now because he was afraid that she would find out that he used her photos as mobile phone wallpapers? Han Che saw that she was staring at the screen and didn't move, and finally explained a little uncalmly: "I don't know what to use to make wallpaper......"

“…… Oh. She acted unconcerned and flipped through the address book. That's when I realized that I needed a password. She paused and handed him back the phone: "Ask for the password." ”

Han Che didn't answer, and directly told her the password.

“missny“

Chu Qing thought to himself, is 'ny' an abbreviation of a person's name? What is the last name of n?

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After the fine division, he was so capricious, and he changed the cover again~ (To be continued.) )