It's already past 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and Xia Yun hasn't gone home yet.

I struggled to resist all the unbearable images in my mind, and sent her a WeChat message, telling her that I had arrived at the hotel, had just finished washing, and was about to go to bed.

It didn't take long for Xia Yun to send me a message back.

"I'm going to sleep too, good night."

I looked up at the black rumbling room upstairs across from me, like falling into the abyss, cold all over.

She sent another WeChat message.

"These days, I don't drink too much, and I don't want to mess with flowers."

My hands were shaking a little, and I restrained the discomfort in my chest, took a few deep breaths, and forced myself to calm down. "The most important thing now is to catch the evidence, don't startle the snake, Lu Yanchen." I said to myself.

In the darkness, I suppressed my voice like a beast, buried my head in the pillow, and cried out a few heart-rending screams, some too hard, and my ears buzzing.

After a while, I straightened up, picked up my phone, and replied with four words:

"Yes! Love you. ”

"I love you too."

I quietly watched the few words she replied to, and my heart was numb.

I don't know what she was thinking when she said, "I love you too". Will there be a moment of panic? Is there even the slightest hint of guilt? Or is she very frank with this kind of *** to cover up the fact that she is cheating with someone else?

I suddenly realized that I didn't know this woman for seven years anymore.

It's like a glass wall between us, separating two hearts. It seems that we are still the same as before, she supports me in my hard work and painting-related career, and I watched her go from a management trainee in a foreign company to a sales pacesetter, marketing director, and marketing director in Greater China.

She began to become the president of Xia in the eyes of more and more people, and although we still seemed to be intimate as usual, I often felt her exhaustion. I don't know if it's because she's tired of her own career, or if it's because we're tired of our relationship.

I glanced across the room, and the lights were still dark. Xia Yun didn't go home, she didn't know where she was, who she was with, what she was doing, even if I called to chase after her, she would definitely have a way to hide me, she was much smarter than me.

The phone screen finally dimmed, and the computer was still on. The young woman on the screen was also asleep on the sofa. She is so arrogant, she only wears a shirt on her upper body, she doesn't even wear underwear, and she doesn't pull the curtains, so she doesn't worry about bad people peeping?

Voyeur ......

I smiled wryly, wasn't that the bad guy?

No one knew that I had inadvertently taken a subway ride with her.

I wasn't on the other side that day, but stayed at home, and when I went out in the morning, there was a lot of smog and a lot of people were wearing masks. She came out early and we didn't take the same elevator, but I recognized her silhouette at a glance while waiting in line for the subway.

I've only seen her up close once, but in the surveillance, I'm all too familiar with her.

Sure it's her, no doubt.

There were a lot of people in the morning rush hour, and I was lined up behind her, with three or four people in between. I kept an eye on her, and in this environment, no one would notice anything wrong. She was a little taller than Xia Yun, wearing headphones and carrying a backpack, which should contain her Apple computer.

I see that she keeps her head down and plays mobile games, and she also plays with her mobile phone at home, but she is not addicted. I'd love to see what she's playing, but I can't see her screen all the time.

When the subway arrived, the crowd began to push forward and crowded, and I deliberately interspersed with her with the flow of people, she was standing by another door that didn't open, with her back against the door, and I stood across from her, holding the handrail next to her with my left hand, so that we almost became face-to-face.

The crowd of people in the morning rush hour continued to pour into the carriage, and some people cursed in a low voice, and the sound of quarrels suddenly splashed from not far away. She raised her head and took a look, and I noticed her frowning, Xia Yun was the same, she couldn't get used to listening to passers-by scolding and arguing.

We looked at each other for a moment, then she lowered her head and continued to play the game of Monopoly on her phone.

This game, which was ported from PC to mobile, was all the rage in the dormitory back then, and it was a test of business strategy and luck. Unexpectedly, she also likes to play this kind of brisk and slightly brain-burning game.

Wait until the next stop, continue to squeeze people on the car, back shoulders and chest backpacks, the pressure of crowding people, violently transmitted to my back, the posture rushed forward, the right hand against the door, and the people squeezed behind him.

It was as if he had held her in his arms. She was a little embarrassed, but there was nowhere to hide, we looked at each other a few times, and each time I pretended not to care, and through the mask, I smelled the faint body fragrance on her body again.

If you close your eyes, it's like you're holding her in your arms.

Her gaze swept over me several times, intentionally or unintentionally. I don't know if she recognized me as her upstairs neighbor, but in this environment, even if she did, there was no possibility of any further progress.

Xia Yun always advised me, don't always be alone, socialize more with friends, even if you don't have many friends, it's a good thing to interact more with neighbors.

But I think her thoughts are too idealistic.

Neighbor?

Only those who live in a compound or in the countryside have neighbors.

How can high-rise buildings have neighbors? It's just strangers upstairs and downstairs.

On the screen, on the coffee table next to the woman, two cans of beer are poured, which have been drunk.

Slightly drunk to help sleep, if Xia Yun drank alcohol, when she slept, she would occasionally have a very light snoring sound, a purring sound like a cat, and she curled up in my arms.

The woman on the sofa, hunched over, poses a bit like the French painter Renoir's "Sleeping Woman", except that the woman in the painting is not wearing an inch, only a silk scarf covers the lower body, and this woman is wearing a loose shirt, which does not cover her body at all.

Character sketching is a compulsory course for art students, in my opinion, the woman in front of me is a perfect model that can not be found in any art academy, body, posture, and face are all the best choices, and only Xia Yun can compare with it.

But that youthful temperament suddenly reminded me of Chen Yiyao.

The boredom in my chest did not abate, and I looked at the woman on the screen, and evil thoughts filled my heart. I zoomed in little by little, starting from her face and slowly descending, her chest rising and falling slightly, and I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva as I made up for her sweet breathing.

In the darkness where no one was silent, there was a gurgling sound in his throat, which was exceptionally clear.

My breathing gradually became a little short, and my blood surged up, and the woman in front of me seemed to be Xia Yun ten years ago, and it seemed to be Xia Yun ten years later. Could it be that those guys who are greedy for her, or the man who Xia Yun is cheating, also use my gaze at the moment to peel off the body that wraps the soul inch by inch?

I fixed the camera in the middle of her body, the most beautiful scenery, the most beautiful curves, all focused here. The darkness and irritability made me almost lose myself, and I couldn't tell who the woman in the camera was at the moment.

You are young Xia Yun...... You are the current Xia Yun...... You are a wild woman who steals men......

My eyes were fixed on the almost perfect line, and I let out a suppressed cry in my throat.

"Xia Yun—"

The soul fell into an abyss.