Shengben Ryokan.

Remnants of moonlight burrowed into the guest room.

Now, Qing is sleeping soundly.

With clean skin and long eyelashes, this face, like a delicate work of art, is exactly what girls like.

But it's not a work of art, after all, and it can't be set in stone.

At this moment, the face began to change, the slender eyebrows slowly furrowed, and the warm lips also murmured.

"Excuse me...... I'm really embarrassed......"

"Miss, please respect yourself!"

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Qing Anran sat up suddenly, put his finger on his forehead, and suddenly laughed awkwardly: "I didn't expect to have this kind of dream, could it be that this is the roar from the soul of a single dog?" ”

He was still a little unconscious, and glanced at the time on his phone.

"It's only 4 o'clock?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Qing Anran sighed softly, obviously falling asleep at almost 3 o'clock, why did he wake up so early?

It's not like him at all.

After all, he was the man who had been diagnosed with intermittent narcolepsy and should have slept longer than the others.

Let's sleep a little longer.

Qing Anran just wanted to get some sleep.

Suddenly, a doorbell was heard ringing downstairs.

This was followed by a rhythmic sound of banging on the glass door.

Hearing this voice, Qing Anran didn't make any immediate moves, nor did he plan to do anything.

The hotel is not currently officially open and he is not a staff member of the hotel. Even if someone really wants to open a house, he can't be the master at all.

Knock Knock Knock –

The doorbell has stopped, but the knock is still there.

This made Qing Anran feel a little strange, it couldn't be that there was really something urgent, right?

I got out of bed and put on my slippers.

Just in case, Qing Anran also held his sleep tester qualification certificate and power of attorney in his hand.

In this way, even if it is a servant who comes to make rounds, he can explain the matter clearly immediately and will not cause any trouble.

Putting on a hotel bathrobe, Qing went downstairs safely and came to the hotel lobby.

Sure enough, there were people outside the hall.

It was a woman, wearing a long dress, not like a member of the yamen.

"Please wait a minute."

Qing Anran stepped forward quickly and turned on the lights in the hall, but did not open the glass door.

Through the door, the reflection of the glass did not allow him to see the other party's face clearly, and he could only roughly see that the woman was in good shape and was stepping on a pair of cute little leather shoes.

It is also strange to say that after seeing Qing Anran, the woman just stopped knocking on the glass door and did not say anything.

It's not like the normal reaction of someone who has something in a hurry.

In the end, it was Qing Anran who opened his mouth first.

"Hello ma'am, the hotel has not yet officially opened, and it is not open now."

Qing Anran politely explained the situation of the hotel, but did not explain his own affairs, he felt that there was no need for that.

"I'm not here to stay at the hotel." The woman's voice was sweet, but there was an indescribable haze: "I'm here to find someone." ”

Qing Anran did feel a little strange about the particularity of the woman's voice, but she didn't dig into it, she just thought that she hadn't woken up, and she was still a little confused.

Later, he politely replied, "I'm sorry, but there is no one in the store right now, so if you are looking for someone, please contact the store manager, Mr. Matsumoto." ”

"Excuse me......"

The woman hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Are you Mr. Qing?" Noriko has a letter for me to hand it over to you. ”

"I'm surnamed Qing, is it Miss Nishino's letter?"

Qing Anran didn't expect that Noriko would ask someone to deliver a letter at this time: "Miss Nishino, is she okay?" ”

The woman outside the door did not answer his question directly.

Through the crack in the glass door, Qing Anran saw that the woman actually brought the envelope to her mouth, and then printed a red lip print on the envelope.

Anyone can find this scene problematic, how can the person who sent the letter leave his own lipstick on the envelope?

Originally, Qing Anran wanted to open the door and say a few words to the woman. But now, he thought it would be better to take the letter and say goodbye.

Just as he was thinking of this, a soft voice suddenly sounded:

"Mr. Qing, what are you thinking, can you tell me?"

This sentence really scared Qing Anran......

Because, this voice actually sounded in my ears.

He could even feel the woman's breath.

Reflexively dodged some distance, and when I looked at the source of the voice, there was actually a woman in a floral dress standing there, holding an envelope in her hand.

On the envelope, there was a lip print as red as a flame.

"Is Mr. Qing thinking about Noriko?"

"So am I good-looking, or is Noriko good-looking?"

"Mr. Qing, what do you say?"

The woman walked over step by step and stuck to Qing Anran's body, the seductive lip fragrance stimulating his sense of smell.

The woman looked up, and under the moonlight, this appearance was really beautiful, and a tear mole was undoubtedly the finishing touch.

Qing Anran admitted that this face is indeed beautiful. However, he didn't want to accept this unprovoked fragrance.

The body stepped back until there was no way to retreat, and pressed against the cold glass door.

At this moment, his neck could only be stiffly pushed back, and his hands had nowhere to put them.

"Sorry......"

"Excuse me...... Sorry ......"

"Miss, please respect yourself!"

Qing Anran hurriedly shouted.

Leaving the woman behind, he turned his head and ran to the side, but accidentally bumped into something.

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Peng!

Qing Anran covered her head and opened one eye in pain.

The bright light shines on the eyes.

"It's a dream again......"

Qing Anran was speechless and looked at the quilt that was a mess by herself, sat up, and drank a glass of water.

When I have a glass of water, I always feel that there is something wrong with the temperature and taste of the water.

In such weather, the water in the cup should be cold and cold, and pure water doesn't seem to taste like this.

How is it the same as plain water?

Qing Anran didn't remember boiling water last night.

"Is it possible...... Did I forget? Qing Anran muttered to herself.

"What's wrong, Enron?"

"Is the water cold, I'll just go and boil it again."

Hearing this voice, a burst of warmth suddenly came from Qing Anran's right arm.

This touch...... No way?

So, he turned his head a little smugly.

Then I saw that there was a woman in my bed!

The woman was wearing lace pajamas and was holding his arm, with a worried face and a sweet smile.

The same beautiful face, the same tear mole.

Qing Anran's face turned red.

Looking at the cabinet at the head of the bed, it was the envelope with lip prints.

Then, he fell into self-doubt......

Could it be that it wasn't a dream just now?

So how could this woman be in her own bed?

He hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to explain.

But he found that he couldn't speak, no matter how big his mouth was, he couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't feel the vibration of his vocal cords at all.

Could it be that your throat is broken?

Qing Anran's thoughts were a little confused, and he just wanted to quickly find a way to explain things clearly.

Soon, he thought that he could use his mobile phone to type to a woman.

So, I started rummaging through my phone at the bedside, but I couldn't find it anyway.

Qing Anran noticed that after he got out of bed, the woman on the bed just hugged her knees obediently and didn't do anything, just tilted her head to look at him very cutely.

This face, as if I have seen it somewhere......

Qing Anran finally remembered, wasn't this woman Miss Tomie who picked up Noriko?

By the way, Miss Fukue came to deliver the letter, and then she ......

Bell Bell Bell –

When Qing Anran was combing through her messy memories, the ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly rang.

That's right, the phone!

Where is it?

Where is it?

"Cell phone...... Where the hell is it?! ”