The email sent by Qin Hong only had one photo attached, a photo of a lecture in the classroom. This is not a classroom in their university, where the desks and chairs are yellowed and varnished. Chen Ying always seemed uncomfortable in this kind of place where classes were held, no one had a chance to speak, the occasional discussion in class was considered disorderly, and everyone sat in their seats in silence until the bell rang at the end of class to inform them that they could move appropriately. No matter how many times you have such a class, the teacher will not remember the names of the students, except for those who like to run to the front and talk to the teacher during recess.

"Listen well." Here's the reply she can come up with. Separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, she suddenly felt that language was pale and powerless.

Liang Jing's email caught her attention and made her relax for a while. Liang Jing is still the same, telling the email about the new anecdotes in the school. Her dedication to scientific research finally paid off, and she posted a paper under the teacher's name. In the email, she gave a long overview of the writing process and mentioned to Chen Ying the importance of publishing in a journal. Chen Ying hurriedly praised her achievements.

"Haven't slept yet?" Wang Yi's voice sounded outside the window. She closed the computer and opened the window, and he stood as if he were on the balcony outside the Prague Hotel, wearing only a single coat. Chen Ying hurriedly invited him in.

"I think you might not be able to sleep." He walked into the room with a book in his arms, stepping barefoot on the carpet, "Maybe this book will give you a relief." He placed the book on the windowsill, and by the light peeking through the gap in the curtains, she recognized it as an English version of Faust.

"I like you at night." He suddenly said, "It will not be hostile, like a warrior who wants to defend the frontier." ”

"I've never been hostile to you." She replied softly.

He strode over to her, leaned down, and raised her head slightly with one hand, so that their lips touched. She felt her cheeks get hotter and hotter. He controls his breathing rhythmically, so that there is less and less air in the connected mouth. She was once again in a suffocating hallucination, her thoughts drifting from her mind, time becoming stagnant, and sensations all over her body vanished. It was as if the only place connected to the world was the breath of her lips, and she couldn't cut it off at all. She sensed that Wang Yi's body was gradually pressing, and he tried to be careful not to make her feel threatened. The darkness preserves each other's dignity, and they help each other strip off their clothes and embrace each other tightly in a blurred environment.

Chen Ying never thought that she would be like this, lying in the same bed with a boy in a strange city. He leaned on top of her, gently and forcefully entangled with her. He was careful not to hurt her, trying to cover her naked body as much as possible. He took her into his arms, as carefully as a baby. He kissed her neck and shoulders, leaving a deep mark where her hair could hide.

They lay down in their arms, lying under Wang Yi's long coat, chatting one after another, each telling the strange things they had experienced over the past two months and discussing the history of the city of Berlin. Sweat from his neck ran down his arm to her back. Her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to break away from her body. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the change in her mood with his body. Until he fell asleep, the carcasses leaning together were still shaking spasmally. They remained in this position and slept until dawn the next day.