Everything that happened outside Yingbei Prison was like a dream for Sun Yirou.

In the blink of an eye, 3 months have passed, and she has never seen that man again, and she has gradually forgotten that man.

Sun Yirou found a job as a property accountant in the old town of Chenqiaoxiang, saying that it was an accountant, but it was no different from doing miscellaneous work.

The dilapidated earth-gray property building has 3 floors, and the top floor is the attic, where Sun Yirou lives.

The hot flashes in the summer of August were unbearable, and Sun Yirou was about to take a bath, when there was a bang, the kitchen water pipe burst, and the water flowed all over the ground.

She ran to the sluice gate and found that the sluice was out of order, so she had no choice but to run out of the attic, run down the outdoor platform on the third floor, and go to the first floor to close the main water gate.

Uncle Li, the husband of the property, is already very familiar with her.

Sun Yirou banged the door of the property: "Uncle Li, open the door quickly, I'm Sun Yirou, the water pipe in the attic has burst again, help me close the main gate!" ”

The door creaked open, but the person who appeared in front of her was not Uncle Li.

The man's facial features were reflected in the moonlight, his shirtless and vigorous chest, with crystal clear beads of sweat hanging on it, and his bronzed chest fell together, panting heavily, and the familiar smell of sweat was inhaled into his nose.

The door opened, and Sun Yirou could clearly hear a strange sound coming from the lounge, no matter how innocent she was, she knew what the man was looking at just now.

His face flushed, and he took a step back anxiously: "Yes...... I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

"What's the matter?" The man interrupted her, her voice low and hoarse, her facial features tense, her eyes like ink, and her face was not very good.

Sun Yirou gritted her teeth and said, "Old ...... Isn't Old Uncle Li here? Attic...... The attic water pipe burst! Help me close the sluice. ”

The man squinted as he swept over her drenched pink floral tank top and shorts.

"Dressed like this and running out?"

Sun Yirou lowered her head, her face swelled and red, and her hands subconsciously hugged herself.

I didn't find out before because I was in a hurry, and after the vest shorts on her body were wet with water, they were attached to her body smoothly and transparently, so that her slender but not flat figure could be seen at a glance.

By the moonlight, the man could clearly see that there was nothing under her vest, which made his already tense body even more stiff.

Sun Yirou's face was burning like a fire, the capillary blood pores all over her body were boiling, and she ran away before she had time to say anything.

The man smiled, went back to the house, took the gray shirt and put it on his body, and took the tools and followed her up to the attic.

The sluice gate fell off with a slight touch, and the man twisted it with a wrench, and the flow stopped, but his body was still drenched with water, and his chest and shirt were wet.

"The water pipes are corroded." He threw off his shirt and threw it on the ground, got up and walked outside.

After a while, he took a new hose and entered the door, crouched on the ground and twisted and knocked.

Sun Yirou looked at the long scar from his right shoulder blade to his elbow, thinking about the knife he blocked for her outside the prison that day, her red lips clenched, and she lowered her head and approached.

"Your shirt button is off, I'll sew it for you."

Sun Yirou put on a long skirt when she entered the door, the tail of the skirt was long to the calf, navy blue, and there were white patterns on it.

Stoop down to pick up the shirt and sit on the couch with a needle and thread.

The shredded hair on her forehead was wet and messily stuck to her cheeks, and the ponytail on the top of her head hung down wet and tightened into small bunches behind her head.

She bowed her head and mended her shirt seriously, and her face was a little crimson in the dim light.

Li Wei changed the water pipe and turned to look at her.

From her face, to her small hands, to her white and round toes, carefully shrunk into her slippers, and he watched as if she were spiritual, and then retracted and curled together.

People can't help but want to put it in their mouths and suck it.

Li Wei's eyes flashed, his Adam's apple swallowed, and his lower abdomen was hot.

Sun Yirou licked her lips dryly, feeling that the temperature in the attic was getting hotter and hotter.

She lowered her head, biting her lip, and her afterglow took in Li Wei's burning gaze.

A distraction, the tip of the needle sticks into the finger.

"Ahh Sun Yirou screamed in pain and was about to put her finger in her mouth and suck it.

Li Wei didn't know when to move over, one step faster than her, and put her small fingertips into his mouth.

A warm touch came from the nerves in his fingertips, and his tongue licked at her fingers* the blood.

Sun Yirou's body trembled, and her whole body stiffened to withdraw her fingers.

Her body was hot and dry, and her face was as red as a tomato.

The man looked at her, at her tiny lump, and at the curves that loomed under her long skirt, and the Adam's apple tumbled again.

Sun Yirou withdrew her hand and said tremblingly: "Make up for it...... It's made up. ”

Li Wei picked up his shirt, put it on his shoulders, and stood up straight.

"Hmm."

He walked back to the kitchen and squatted down, packing up the tools on the floor.

"The water pipes can only be used temporarily, and I will have someone replace them tomorrow."

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Li Wei got up, his height of 1.95 meters stood in this attic, he could only bend his waist and not stand straight.

But even if he bent over, he was still so tall, and his body exuded strong male hormones, which made people dare not look directly.

turned around, glanced at Sun Yirou again, and strode away.

After the door was closed, Sun Yirou rushed to the door, listening to the heavy footsteps outside the door, and scratched to the ground with his back against the door panel, unable to stop the trembling and trembling in his heart.

Holding the fingers of her left hand with her right hand, she felt that the hot numb temperature was still there, lingering for a long time, and seemed to burn into her heart.