A brown door was locked not far away.

There is a screen at the head of the bed, and there seems to be someone on the other side.

Straightening the hem of her skirt, she walked towards the screen. Sitting back and waiting has never been her style.

"Hello, I hope you can listen to what I have to say calmly first," she cleared her throat, and said to the screen carved with this plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum, "I don't have a virgin body as they advertise. Because I have a fiancé......"

"My lover is also here, and he brought me here tonight. He is the son of the Zhu family, and I am sure you will not be willing to provoke him. Tonight's auction is a misunderstanding, and I'll pay three times the price to compensate you for your losses......"

“…… Okay? Seeing that no one answered, she added.

After a while, two footsteps sounded.

Before she could take a step back, a person suddenly pulled her closer and hugged her without saying anything.

"Let go of me! You calm down first! You ......" Angry, Xiang Qian bit down on his shoulder.

"Uh-huh......" he just snorted, his hands tightened.

The room was dark, and only the sound of her crying and struggling could be heard. Xiang Qian was carried off the ground by him, her feet dangling in the air, and she regretted it in her heart. Why do you want to come over?

"You're going to ...... in the future Alone at this kind of ball? ”

The sound in her ears suddenly woke her up. The familiar scent of lemon orange fills the air.

"Loosen up, my shoulder should be bleeding from your bite."

With her eyes wide open, she held his face, and was about to answer, but she felt a sour nose and cried quietly: "I will never come to this kind of dance again, I was wrong, I can't leave you......"

Xiang Qian hugged him tightly, the two of them were unstable, and Zhu Hang pressed her to the bed. (I can't write anymore, mom, I'm going to be blocked again.) I still have foreshadowing in front of me, and the orange drink is the strongest catalyst, so you can make up for it. ）

The door opened, and there was a knock on the screen.

Zhu Hang patted Xiang Qian's hand and said softly, "Remember my words, count to 100 and then open the door." Remember the bridge you would pass when you came in? Guests will leave in a small boat. Watch out for a boatman with a hat, you just get on his boat. ”

Zhu Hang got out of bed and was about to leave, but was pulled tightly by Xiang Qian: "Will you wait for me on the boat?" ”

Her tear-stained eyes widened, and she looked up slightly with a pitiful face. It reminded him of the time in Zurich, where she was lying by the pool and looking at himself like this.

It was as if I had been scratched by something.

"......" was silent for a second, Zhu Hang sighed lightly as if he had given up something, bent over, and kissed deeply.

"Wait for me." With that, he straightened his clothes, opened the door and left.

Xiang Qian followed Zhu Hang's instructions, messed up the bed, and opened the door after counting to a hundred. It was empty outside. With no time for anything else, she made her way back down the hall through the secret door and walked out with the guests.

Found the boat, which contained the clothes she had stored when she came. Putting on his coat and taking the hot honey lemonade handed by the boatman, Xiang Qian felt that his three souls and seven spirits had returned to their places.

As the crowd dispersed, the just lively dock also returned to calm. When I took out my phone, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

By the time she had finished her hot tea and poked her head out of the canopy, there was no one outside.

"Did he say when he would be back? Or I'm going to look for him? Looking up, Xiang Qian said to the boatman.

Shrugging, he didn't answer.

Looking carefully at the light, Xiang Qian realized that he was none other than Johnson, who couldn't speak. It was getting darker and darker, and the lights in the nearby garden were extinguished in rows.

I don't know if it's tea or clothes, Xiang Qian, who is huddled in the boat, feels hot. It feels like a fire, weird and hard to release. She simply ran back to the bridge, hoping to soothe the strange mood by the coolness of the night.