A short conversation with an unusually intimate tone.

Luo Xiaozhuang was stunned in place, until Shen Ziluo turned around and saw her standing there in a daze holding the bedroom door with one hand, her eyes wandering and not knowing what to look at. "Coming back?"

"Ahh Luo Xiaozhuang came back to his senses, curled the corners of his mouth and withdrew his hand with a smile, "It turns out that you have a girlfriend." ”

Shen Ziluo approached him, he had a faint smell of apricots, as if he couldn't grasp it elegantly but was deeply impressed, "Girlfriend? ”

"It sounds very treacherous. Luo Xiaozhuang touched his chin and muttered quietly.

Shen Ziluo said, "En?"

"I mean, childhood sweethearts are in love, and it sounds enviable. After finishing speaking, he asked exactly: "Is it really a girlfriend, a female friend, a fiancée?"

Shen Ziluo raised his eyebrows slightly, the meaning was self-evident.

Luo Xiaozhuang laughed, said good afternoon and went into the bedroom, quite like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

But I was muttering in my heart, since I have such a close female friend, why do I want to participate in such an 'adult' activity. is still with her inexplicably, although she is very grateful that he rescued him at that time, if it weren't for that paragraph, he must be with his original partner now, maybe he is also doing some simple things.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, and then I thought that because of that night's relationship, she had become a model of a bad woman, and the more I thought about it, the more depressed I felt.

One afternoon, Luo Xiaozhuang finished reading a long novel in the bedroom without leaving home, the author's language control ability is very strong, and the experiences of the male and female protagonists are as trivial and trivial as daily life. There are no thrilling love-hate entanglements, no heart-wrenching family feuds. But after reading the last chapter, she felt that her eyes were sour. The heroine was in a rain of apricot blossoms, holding a Meng Zong bamboo umbrella, turning her eyes and smiling like a cage of smoke, and said in a low voice, "Look, this time I always arrived before you." ”

And in front of her, there was a cold stone tablet.

Looking at these lines, Luo Xiaozhuang's tears also fell.

After reading it, she came up with a general impression after viewing, which is very in the style of Meng Junnian's writing.

In the quiet and slow text, the abuse is invisible, and the abuse makes your heart sting and distressed.

Closing the book, she dropped a few drops of eye drops and closed her eyes to rest. When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were full of sadness, and I was even more sad when I looked at the open document editing interface. Could it be that her document is going to be stuck at H forever? Why can H in other people's classical texts write emotional points, but her modern essays are stuck for days and hours because of H jams?

The online and editors gave serious feedback on this problem, and the editors sent a paragraph.

Editor: Dear, what are you embarrassed about?!It's your character H who writes it, not you're doing piston!!!!!

Luo Xiaozhuang's sore forehead was really looking for the editor to complain about it.

When I was struggling with whether to go online or not, Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, I heard a knock on the door.

Luo Xiaozhuang hurriedly jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to open the door, smiled smartly, and habitually bit the soft tail note: "What's the matter?"

Shen Ziluo changed his clothes, an elegant white shirt, and a British-style gray wool vest. The beautiful one is like a prince who came out of a fairy tale, and his face is white and pure like the handsome face that a prince must have.