Yin Yao's fingers tapped quickly on the virtual keyboard, and the general content was to describe the broken mirror in the apartment. Although I don't know what the reason was, the mirror was broken during her use, and according to the rental contract signed at that time, if the things in the house were damaged during her use, she should compensate the owner according to the price, so she was also ready to discuss with Mr. Ji about how to compensate.

Before she finished typing, [the other party is typing ......] appeared at the top of the screen, Yin Yao took a breath lightly, and the typing hand stopped unconsciously, staring at the status bar that was being typed.

Growing so big, Mr. Ji can be regarded as the most mysterious person she has ever seen, to be honest, she is very curious about the mysterious homeowner Mr. Ji, this is their first contact, staring at these words, Yin Yao seems to be able to imagine that on the other side of the mobile phone, Mr. Ji on the other side of the ocean is also holding his mobile phone to contact her through WeChat.

She looked at the time, 4:28 in the morning, the time on Mr. Ji's side should be afternoon now, and Mr. Ji was only available to reply to her at this point, did he just finish work......

Yin Yao rubbed and sighed secretly, Mr. Ji seemed to be very busy.

Yin Yao held the phone, her fingertips slid up and down along the edge of the screen, and soon, the line of words at the top of the screen [the other party is typing ......] disappeared and changed back to [Mr. Ji].

The other party sent a WeChat message.

- Mr. Ji: It's been a while since you moved here, are you still used to living here?

Yin Yao clicked on the screen and sent the text she had just edited.

She just sent it out, and saw that the top of the screen was [the other party is typing......]

Yin Yao took a breath lightly, her fingers moved quickly on the keyboard, and she typed a small line of words back.

- Yin Yao: I live very well, it's my dream house!!

- Yin Yao: Thank you, Mr. Ji, I am fortunate to be able to live here

Yin Yao sent two in a row, and after sending it, she also sent a very cute rabbit emoji for a while, the soft and cute little rabbit held a heart in her hand, and three mellow fonts floated out next to it: crab crab puree ~ (thank you), as soon as the emoji was sent, Yin Yao regretted it a little.

She looked at the cute little rabbit in confusion, and frowned slightly.

Wouldn't it seem too childish......

Now the retraction seems a bit deliberate......

I don't know why, Yin Yao always felt that Mr. Ji on the other side of the phone should be a much older and mature and stable person than himself, Yin Yao guessed that he would probably not like this kind of soft and cute emoji.

The first time I chatted, it was better to be steady.

Yin Yao thought so, and did the same with his hand, a tangled finger tapped twice on the screen, only to see the little rabbit disappear from the screen with a snort, and another line of gray small words popped up: You withdrew a message.

Yin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes, and the [other party is typ......ing] at the top of the screen didn't know when it changed back to [Mr. Ji].

Two minutes passed, and the last message on WeChat's chat interface was still two minutes ago.

Mr. Ji did not send anything new.

Yin Yao supported her chin with her hand, and clicked on Mr. Ji's black portrait while waiting.

A cool night breeze blew in through the half-open glass window opposite the big bed, and the soft wind fell on Yin Yao's shoulder, and the side of the hair that was originally on the shoulder was gently lifted by the wind, revealing a small snow-white neck.

And these blown hairs were stopped by a long-coveted big hand, the silky strands of hair passed through the fingers, the half-gripped big hand seemed to be scratched by a naughty kitten's paws, crispy and numb, with a little itch, a small handful of slightly curly hair was wrapped around an inch of fingers and turned in a circle, so that a strand of hair could hang on the tip of the finger and fall into a loop.

The soft night breeze came and went as fast as possible, and when she left, Yin Yao's long and silky hair slipped down from between a large invisible finger.

Yin Yao didn't know anything about this fantasy scene.

She was staring intently at Mr. Ji's personal WeChat interface, except for a black avatar and a note from Yin Yao to him [Mr. Ji], there was nothing else, the WeChat name was still the initial wxid_ plus a long string of letters and numbers, and there was no circle of friends.

Clean like a freshly registered, trumpet.