[Coming out of the rental house, Guanyue walked quietly in the rain curtain, the rain was cold, washing away the warmth of the remaining blood on her hands, the rain-soaked clothes were wet, covering the slippery blood left on her body, and the smell of the earth stirred up by the rain penetrated into her lungs and replaced the bloody breath. 】

[She didn't know where she was going, and she walked into an alley after the feeling of the rain was completely covered with the feeling of blood. 】

[She didn't expect to meet you, and she didn't expect to hear the mansion buried in the depths of her memory from your mouth. Her spirit, her fate, was seized by that house. 】

[In the memory box where the images of the house are stored, there are also happy memories of childhood, the first pain, and the disintegration of the family. 】

[The house made her think of the family portrait at the same time, but also made her think of her mother's bloodshot eyes, her father's blood clots spitting out, and her life turned sharply. 】

[Happiness mixed with pain, into her heart, she made a decision in an instant, she cared more about that joy than those pains, she wanted to spend the rest of her life in the house where she stored the only good life she had. 】

[She agreed to your invitation.] 】

[Ling took off her blue raincoat and draped it over her body.] 】

[You came to the old house of the Moon Gazing family with her. You've bought this villa, and you've entrusted Shiori Ichinose to restore the house to its best to the way it looked when she was a child. 】

[The rain is windy, the umbrella in your hand can't cover the wind, and naturally it can't stop the rain, stepping into the door of the old house of Guanyuejing, you put down the umbrella, and your body is as wet as Guanyuejing. 】

[Guanyue's house is not big, there are three bedrooms and a toilet on the second floor, and the bathroom is on the first floor, and there is only one. 】

[Drops of water run down your T-shirt and slacks, dripping onto the dark floor, and in a short time they will merge into a small pool.] 】

[You took out a dry towel, wiped your body briefly, and gave the right to use the bathroom to Guanyuejing first. 】

A memory scene appears in Minami Yuki's mind, and it is the perspective of watching the moon.

"Auntie, let's go wash first, I'll go in and take a peek later."

The young man's narrow voice and eyes failed to arouse the shame of watching the moon.

Her palms wrapped in a raincoat were dry, the feeling of the rain was gone, and the touch of blood returned, running down her arms and sweeping over her body, making her shiver. It wasn't until she entered the villa and connected with her childhood feelings through the same space that she regained her spirits.

She glanced at the boy, but didn't respond to the salutation, nor to the crime notice.

The warm water of the shower covered her skin, and it was difficult for associations and memories to hide the real feelings, and the real warm water dispelled the blood of impressions.

But illusions often do not confront reality, but cling to and ambush real feelings, and turn against people when they are slack.

The warm water suddenly turned into blood, splashed down, flowed through the right wrist, and the slippery touch returned, filling the eyes with bright red.

She gripped her wrist, her heart pounding, and her breathing was rapid.

At this moment, she heard movement in the dressing room outside the bathroom, and the boy pushed open the outer door, and his voice interrupted the vision.

On the frosted glass separating the bathroom from the dressing room, the silhouette of a teenager is revealed.

"What color underwear does Aunt Jing want? Is pink OK? The boy's voice was clear.

"Black." Guanyue Jing propped her hands on the wall, trying to suppress the nausea in her chest.

"What size?" Nan Yuki asked again.

Only then did Guanyue Jing realize that she had fallen into the trap of a teenager, she said: "No, I use a hair dryer to dry my clothes." ”

Summer clothes are thin and dry in a while.

The boy's answer was not heard, and Guanyuejing saw the boy's body on the glass leaning down, and she heard the sound of the drawer opening and the footsteps of the boy leaving.

Half a minute later, the silhouette of the boy's figure was reprinted on frosted glass.

"The hair dryer is gone." The boy replied.

Something is missing, it was just taken out of the drawer by you and hidden!

Guanyuejing didn't want to argue on this topic, she raised her head, and there was a lamp on the top of the bathroom: "Then hang it in the bathroom and bake it for a while." ”

She saw the silhouette of the boy bow down again, and the boy took something from the crate and walked out of the dressing room.

More than ten seconds later, he walked back again: "The clothes are gone." ”

“……”

Turning off the shower, Guanyuejing opened the frosted glass door of the bathroom, and she walked barefoot past the surprised teenager, following the water trail left by the teenager on the ground, to the cabinet in the depths of the corridor.

Her wet clothes, along with a hair dryer, were placed in the depths of the cabinet.

Holding the clothes in her left arm and carrying a hair dryer in her right hand, she walked past the young man again, and knocked the young man's head with the hair dryer in her right hand.

The frosted glass door closed again, the mist dissipated in the bath became thick again, and after the boy's interruption, Guanyuejing's spirit returned from the bloody remembrance, and she smeared on shampoo and shower gel.

The boy didn't come in and peek as he had declared before, maybe the boy was just talking, maybe it was the blow of her hair dryer that made the boy retreat, and more likely, the boy had already seen it when she got out of the bathroom and came back.

It was the first time she had shown her body in front of a man, and she had cared about it before, but now she had nothing to care about.

Rinse your body, watch the moon and stay in the locker room, dry your hair with a hair dryer, and then blow your clothes. She didn't care if it weren't for the fact that the curtains in the living room were open, and she didn't even think she needed to put on this troublesome fabric.

The curtains in the living room were not opened, and the boy closed the curtains to prevent her from appearing in the most natural state, as in the hallway.

Guan Yuejing looked at the young man sitting on the bamboo chair, the young man's body was still dripping, his face did not see the shyness of the forbidden fruit, nor the apprehension of being knocked through the evil deeds, there was some disappointment in his eyes, disappointed that Guan Yuejing had clothes on his body, and his act of closing the curtains was meaningless.

"I'll go take a bath, Aunt Jing can come in and peep at any time." The boy stood up and glanced at the moon with anticipation.

Of course, Guanyue Jing would not go in to peep, she was lying on the sofa, the ceiling light shone into her eyes, she squinted, and her spirit was in a trance.

"I want to live here."

After Minami Yuki came out of the bathroom, Kanzuki said to the boy.

"I'm not short of rent money, Auntie is mentally prepared for that, right?"

The teenager sat beside her, wiping his damp hair with a dry towel.

Guan Yuejing held the young man's wrist and knocked it on the young man's skull with the young man's knuckles, and the young man's remaining hand covered his head and rubbed his injured hand, very busy.

"Not Auntie." Guan Yuejing corrected, her eyes were already fierce, and after her face was tightened, her calm words were filled with a terrifying aura.

"Aunt Abu doesn't matter, hurry up and take off your clothes, I'm going to collect rent!"

What fell on Nan Yuxi's head this time was Guanyuejing's own knuckles, her knuckles were thinner than Nan Yuxi, and they were harder than Nan Yuxi.

(End of chapter)