When the girl got home, she hurried to the living room and threw the pastries she had bought in the chaos on the table. Picked up the kettle next to him, poured himself a large glass full of water, and drank it in a big gulp.

The girl raised her head and quickly filled her large glass of water in one go. Then he snapped the cup on the table with a crisp sound.

The girl held her hands on the edge of the table, bent over, her head bowed, panting. Covering her heart with her hand, she felt her powerful heartbeat, and could clearly hear its rhythmic sound beating rapidly.

As if to penetrate through the girl's fingertips.

The girl paused for a moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the pastries she had abandoned aside.

When the girl hurriedly ran home, the pastries couldn't withstand the momentum and squeezed each other. So a few of these pastries are already missing.

The detached pastry dregs scattered from the pastry were pressed hard against the plastic bag.

The girl looked at the pastries that could only reach out and collapsed limply on the chair next to the table.

The girl's eyes were full of hesitation, and she frowned, swallowing vigorously and repeatedly.

The girl's appearance is as if she is looking at a poisonous apple, knowing that it is poisonous but can't resist its deliciousness, she can only try her best to control herself.

It took a few minutes.

The girl slowly raised her right hand and reached out little by little to the pastry.

It was obviously a simple action, but the girl looked like there were dozens of people tearing her apart and stopping her.

The girl's hand stretched and stopped, listened and shrunk, shrunk and stretched......

And so on and so forth......

Finally, the girl's hand was a little thumb away from the plastic bag.

The girl heard the sound of the door opening, and the girl subconsciously quickly withdrew her hand.

"Hello, I'm back from running, let's take a shower." It was the girl's mother's voice, and it sounded a little hoarse.

The girl's mother, a chubby person, came out of the bedroom.

The girl's almond eyes were squinting at this time, and they were still playing a big hache, completely sleepy-eyed.

The mother walked slowly to the dining table, and it seemed that the few short steps had made her sober up a lot.

The mother saw the pastries on the table. She lifted the plastic bag, glanced at the pastry in her head, and put it back on the table.

"Why did you buy so many snacks and come back, these things don't taste good at first glance." Mother muttered and pulled a few pastries.

"Uh, uh, yes." The girl looked down at the pastry, not knowing how to respond, so she had to deal with it dryly.

"Oh, baby, are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles," said the mother, as she walked past the girl to the kitchen, "Tell me, you refuse to finish dinner, and you have to run for such a long time, how can your body ......?"

"Hey, don't cook noodles for me." Before she could finish speaking to her mother, the girl hurriedly stood up and shouted to her mother.

Because of the girl's violent movements, the chair rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound.

The mother turned to look at the girl with a little surprise in her eyes.

"I'm not hungry, don't make me a supper." The girl realized her excesses and explained.

The mother then pointed to the pastries on the table and asked puzzledly, "Then what do you buy these snacks for, you didn't like to eat them before?" ”

"I like it now. Needless to say, the running fever died, and I went to take a shower. The girl hurriedly prevaricated.

Before her mother could speak, the girl turned away.