"I'll send you." The man followed and walked out.

"Shall we go?" He Qingyan asked with a smile, letting the man walk side by side.

The night is always charming, and the hazy moon hanging in the sky reflects the neon lights on the streets, not to mention how beautiful.

At this time, Hwaseong happened to be the prime time for supper, and when he walked to a quieter place, He Qingyan stopped at a place where he grilled mutton skewers.

"A string?"

The man looked at the venue and frowned: "It's not clean here. ”

"It's not dry, it's not clean, you don't get sick if you eat it, it's okay to eat it once in a while, it's not every day."

The man didn't speak again, He Qingyan asked the master for three strings, but he wasn't hungry, but his mouth was hungry in this atmosphere, and he was hungry.

"Well, taste it." He Qingyan handed Mo Shangbei a bunch and ate it by himself.

Seeing the woman's cheerful appearance, Mo Shangbei tried to take a bite, huh? It tasted so good, so the bunch went down quickly.

Just as the woman was eating the second string of Zhengxiang, the man suddenly grabbed the woman's hand and fed it to his mouth.

He Qingyan was stunned, looking at the man's satisfied look, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Then without waiting for the man to take the initiative, He Qingyan fed the last bite to the man's mouth, and the man looked at her and hooked his lips, this is what it feels like to be in love.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes, that's good."

"There are still a lot of delicious foods here, next time I'll take you to eat something else."

"Okay."

The two of them walked all the way, talking and laughing, and they were generally He Qingyan introducing the characteristics of this generation, and Mo Shangbei listened carefully.

Unconsciously arrived at the gate of the community.

"I'm here, slow down yourself."

"Okay."

He Qingyan reluctantly turned around, "Qingyan", but he was stopped as soon as he took a step.

"Huh?"

The moment he turned around and questioned, he fell into an embrace, a tall embrace, warm.

"I'm lucky to know you."

In a short sentence, listening to He Qingyan's heart, it was as sweet as touching honey.

"I'm lucky to know you, too."

The man looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky in the night, and then a kiss fell lightly on the woman's forehead: "Good night." ”

He Qingyan's face instantly turned red: "Good night." ”

The man looked at the woman until the light was turned on upstairs, and then he reluctantly turned away.

He Qingyan, who was full of excitement, first turned on the music after returning home, then went in to take a shower, put on a mask beautifully, set an alarm and lay down.

At this time, she had long forgotten Mother He's warning, and wholeheartedly enjoyed the gentleness and thoughtfulness from men, she had never had such a wonderful feeling when she was so old, it was amazing.

Soon fell asleep with a sweet smile.

In her sleep, He Qingyan raised the corners of her mouth and smiled like a child, because she dreamed that the man was holding her hand and walking on a red beach, wading through the waves, watching the seagulls fly wantonly, and the sea breeze blowing around her, bringing the laughter of the two to a farther place...

Suddenly, the picture turned, and He Qingyan felt that his body kept falling, as if he had fallen into the abyss, and he couldn't hold on to any hope. When she opened her eyes again, it was pitch black, and there was no man around her, so she shouted frantically: "Mo Shangbei! , Moshanbei! ”

There was no response, but in desperation, she heard the sound of squirming, and then heard the man's lewd laughter, and her heart was nervous to the limit, like that night, "Don't come, don't come!" Get lost! I don't care about you! ”

No matter how much he shouted for help, he didn't get the slightest sympathy, and the sound of his clothes being torn apart was like his heart being torn in half, and his heartache and despair spread wantonly.