Xia Xingchen ate porridge in the afternoon, walked up to the second floor and went back to his room and never came out.

The light of the wall lamp surrounded her body, Xia Xingchen sat on the recliner and watched "The Funeral of a Muslim" quietly, the whole cold house was quiet, only the cool breeze blew and the whirring sound of the curtains.

Raising her eyes and glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already half past ten, she put down her book and ran to the balcony, looking from the door, the whole mountain road was empty, cold and cold had not yet returned, her eyes were far away, she didn't know what she was thinking, and then sighed lightly, walked back to the bedroom, turned off the light and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Tossing and turning in bed for more than an hour, the time was past 12 o'clock, Leng Yan still did not come back, just as she was about to fall asleep in a daze, the upstairs door opened, and the sound of the car turning off.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and sure enough, it was cold.

He approached the bed, exuding a faint smell of wine on his body, and his eyes narrowed, "Xia Xingchen, get up, don't pretend, I know you didn't sleep!" Xia Xingchen used to sleeping curled up in the corner of the quilt, but now she is lying straight in a regular manner.

He was so tired that he fell next to Xia Xingchen, the bed flicked slightly, and he seemed to be a little drunk, "Go and put water on me, I want to take a bath!" ”

Xia Xingchen didn't dare to delay and opened her eyes, got up and went to the bathroom to put water, and then she walked out again.

Watching her coming, he sat up coldly, pulled her down, and put his hand around Xia Xingchen's waist, and the posture became Xia Xingchen pressing cold.

The hot breath with a slight smell of alcohol sprayed on her face, Xia Xingchen smelled a little uncomfortable, and frowned, "Brother, why did you drink today?" ”

Leng Yan didn't speak with an indifferent face, a warm fragrance on Xia Xingchen's body lingered in his nose, this was the fragrance of her usual shower gel, looking at her white mist-like eyes, he was a little dazed.

Xia Xingchen looked at his fiery eyes, and was a little distracted, and just wanted to turn her head, but her lips were kissed.

There was a wall lamp on the wall in the room, and the warm yellow light was a little dim.

[--I see a little meat, so that's all for today.] O(∩_∩)O~】