Shi Jiamu's favorite food is sandwiches, luncheon meat is cold, lettuce is cold, cheese is also cold, eat until the stomach is cold, and I can't slow down for half a day.

Chen Lian also took out a bottle of cold milk from the refrigerator in the kitchen.

The refrigerator door opened and closed for a short time, and Shi Jiamu caught a glimpse that the fresh-keeping layer for the vegetables did not have the usual straight-open drawers, but some kind of special metal shelf, on which two bottles of wine without labels rested diagonally, shaking rhythmically, like a watch shaker winding a high-end watch.

Chen Lian took two glasses, poured them full of ice milk, and pushed one of them in front of Shi Jiamu.

"It's ice milk...... Shi Jiamu couldn't help but think of his school trip a few years ago, when he first arrived in Brighton, his breakfast every day was ice milk soaked in cereal, and his stomach was very uncomfortable, and he had to run to the toilet after two hours. Later, he learned to be obedient, and after getting up, he first went to the kitchen to boil a pot of boiling water, and nibbled on toast with boiled water, and then he survived.

Since then, he has stayed away from ice milk.

He envied those who had a good stomach, took a hot bath in summer, bubbled with heat, and drank ice milk to quench their thirst.

"Don't like it?"

Shi Jiamu said against his will: "Fortunately, when I was on a study trip in the UK, I often ate cold food, sandwiches, ice milk or something, and the landlord only started the fire at night." He picked up the sandwich, shoved it into his mouth and took a big bite.

"Where in England?"

Shi Jiamu took a sip of iced milk and swallowed the food in his mouth, "Brighton, a seaside tourist city. ”

There was a hint of fluctuation on Chen Lian's calm face, and then she returned to normal.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the living room is only equipped with low-power energy-saving lamps, which has a dim atmosphere deliberately created by the café. Being close to the woman he likes in the dim light was originally a good thing to dream of, but at this moment, Shi Jiamu felt empty in his heart.

Chen Lian's speech and demeanor made him feel strange.

Shi Jiamu was absentmindedly chewing the sandwich, and Chen Lian did not take the initiative to break the silence, taking small sips of iced milk, and her eyes became colder and colder.

"Excuse me, borrow the bathroom." Shi Jiamu drank the milk in the cup and stood up.

Chen Lian pointed to the frosted glass door that was hidden, but did not change her posture.

Shi Jiamu walked into the bathroom, locked the door, solved the physiological problem in front of the toilet, and flushed it with water. The feeling of the fluid pressing on his bladder finally subsided, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

After relaxing, he began to pay attention to his surroundings. The washroom is as cold as the living room, the tiles are spotless, the faucets and showers are shiny as new, the basin has not left any scratches or water stains, and there is nothing in sight such as towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, facial cleanser, makeup remover, eyebrow pencils, powder puffs, eyeliner, cream foundation, setting powder, mascara, eyeshadow, blush, lip balm, earrings, necklaces, brooches, etc.

It's his self-righteous brain supplement. Gu Hengchuan had never seen a dresser, his mother didn't wear makeup, and hurried in the morning like a war, brushing her teeth, washing her face and applying cream, and wearing a cheap necklace.

"She's beautiful and doesn't need those things. Artificial grooming will only damage her beauty......" Shi Jiamu tried to convince himself, but this reason was too far-fetched, could it be that she was a fairy who drank flower water, and she didn't even need to brush her teeth and wash her face? He couldn't contain his curiosity, and carefully opened the closet under the basin, which was still empty.

"Cosmetics and jewelry are all about it, how can it ...... Don't even have a sanitary napkin? Could it be hidden somewhere else? Shi Jiamu laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm really bored, what are you doing with this!" ”

"That sine curve!" A sudden thought broke into my mind, "Women have a menstrual cycle, and that sinusoidal curve corresponds to Chen Lian's menstrual cycle, the most inconvenient days of the month, the face is dull, there is no energy, and the skin lacks luster - but how to explain that there are a few days that are particularly radiant?" ”

"No matter how glamorous a woman is, at some point, she will become less beautiful, for example, eating, vomiting, excreting, menstruating, having children...... There are no angels in the real world......"

He washed his hands and returned to the living room, intending to sit down a little longer before saying goodbye.

His gaze fell on her face, and Shi Jiamu felt that something was wrong. Just a few hours ago, when the sun was setting, Chen Lian was full of youthful vitality, but when night fell, under the dim light, her complexion was frighteningly white, and there was a small white spot at the corner of her mouth.

Is it stained with rice grains? No, it's a sandwich! It's bread crumbs or cheese — no, she didn't even touch it!

Shi Jiamu tapped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and couldn't help but remind her, "You have something here......

Chen Lian didn't care at all, she put her hands together on her chin, and stared at Shi Jiamu intently, "Since this semester, every time I go to the library to borrow a book, you secretly take a photo of me." Who told you to do this? ”

"No, no one asked me to ......" Shi Jiamu was startled and subconsciously denied it. As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, this is not a self-confession!

"So, why do you want to do this?"

Shi Jiamu stared at the corner of her mouth, and he finally realized that it was neither bread crumbs nor cheese, but a fang!