Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she forgot to breathe for a moment.

"Sister," Song Qinghan hooked his lips, and his face was a little vaguely smiling, "Before me, how many men have you seduced with this look?" ”

Qin Duannuan bit her lip and instinctively lowered her eyelids, "Before it was, now it's now." ”

She glanced at him, "Now, I'm only like that with you." ”

Her eyes fell on the table, the simple tomatoes and eggs were all full of color and fragrance, she had not eaten dinner, and now she suddenly felt hungry.

"Do you want to eat together?" She picked up her chopsticks and held the noodle bowl in front of Song Qinghan.

"I don't eat late-night snacks."

Song Qinghan got up, took a bottle of water from the refrigerator next to him, and opened the table in front of her, "You eat slowly." ”

Qin Duannuan was stunned and said crampedly, "Thank you." ”

Maybe it's because I didn't eat dinner, but a bowl of ordinary noodles is extraordinarily colorful, fragrant, and delicious.

Song Qinghan sat on the sofa opposite her, his eyes instinctively fell on the necklace around her neck, and suddenly said, "Where did your necklace come from?" ”

"What?" Qin Duannuan reacted and took off the necklace, "That's what you're talking about?" ”

Song Qinghan nodded, "It's a little familiar." ”

"A gift from someone very important."

Qin Duannuan held the necklace in his palm, and his voice was soft, "Do you want to see it?" ”

She handed him the necklace.

"No need," Song Qinghan stared at the necklace in her palm for a long time, and suddenly stood up, "After eating, go back to the room by yourself, and send me a message if you have something." ”

Qin Duannuan looked at his back and instantly felt that the noodles were not so delicious.

She put down her chopsticks and got up and went to the bedroom.

Song Qinghan's bedroom was the same as the last time she saw it, although the house was old, it was neat and clean, and in addition to a log bed, the room was a wooden wardrobe and desk.

Qin Duannuan walked over and lay down on the bed in a large shape, the faint smell of tobacco penetrating into his nose.

She glanced sideways at the ashtray on the bedside table, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Duannuan opened the door of the room, and just as she was about to knock on Huo Heng's door, she found that there was a person faintly on the sofa in the living room.

She was stunned, and the ghost sent her over.

Song Qinghan heard the footsteps, instinctively opened his eyes, and as a result, he crashed into a pair of black and white eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled, "Haven't slept yet?" ”

"You didn't say you slept in Huo Heng's room," Qin Duannuan bit her lip, "You lied to me." ”

"I recognize the bed."

Song Qinghan sat up and turned on the light on the coffee table, "You don't sleep so late, and you also recognize the bed?" ”

Qin Duannuan shook her head and looked at him fixedly.

In the dim light, the woman's dark eyes shimmered.

Song Qinghan instinctively looked away, "Do you want to drink?" ”

"I've had a bit of a sleep disorder, it's been many years," Qin Duannuan bent down and sat down beside him, and said slowly, "I can't sleep without anyone around." ”

Song Qinghan narrowed his eyes, with a hint of danger in his eyes, "Is my sister inviting me?" ”

"You sleep yours."

Qin Dunuan was stunned, "I'll sit here." ”

Song Qinghan, "......"

The room was already small, and the sofa was naturally not big, barely able to accommodate an adult man, and it was all with two legs crossed outside.

Qin Dunuan sat down beside him, looking even more crowded.

He rolled his throat lightly, stared at the woman's uneasy face, and got up to hand her the blanket.

Qin Wannuan took it, "Thank you." ”

He hummed and asked, "It's so decent, how can you have sleep disorders." ”

Qin Duannuan sat on the carpet along the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket, shook his head and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I experienced some bad things when I was a child." ”

After that, the atmosphere was surprisingly silent.

I don't know how long it took, but in the dim room, the woman's breath slowly approached.

Song Qinghan opened his eyes and was stunned.

Qin Dunuan was wearing his white shirt, his two heads silently rubbed against his chest, and the whole person curled up into his arms like a little milk cat, and his two legs were against his legs.

As soon as you look down, you will be able to see the beautiful scenery.

"Sister," Song Qinghan looked away, his voice with a hoarse muffled voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"You smell good."

Qin Duannuan noticed his gaze and hurriedly explained, "I promise to do nothing, just hold for a while." ”

Song Qinghan, "......"

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, and after a moment of silence, he supported his forehead, his voice was already hoarse, "Sister, although I am younger than you, I am also a normal man. ”

"Oh......" Qin Duannuan stretched her tone and raised her eyes to look at him, "Then do you want it?" ”

Song Qinghan's eyes were shocked.

In the next second, the woman's slender arm climbed up his neck.

The warm lip flap slowly pressed against his.

Song Qinghan instinctively buckled her waist, and countered the guest to put the woman against the sofa behind her.

After a moment, it stopped.

"Sister," he rolled his Adam's apple, "you don't seem to have given me the last apology gift." ”