Obviously the person who is the least likely to appear here, but he stands alive in front of her.

Song Wenli was very high, and the dim yellow light could only shine on half of his face. He didn't wear a blazer, but his white shirt had wet marks on it, and under the translucent marks was his flesh-colored skin.

In the few seconds that Lin Yimian met his gaze, he didn't discern his emotions.

Maybe it's also because it's raining too much and there's nowhere to go, so that's why you came?

But he was clearly shopping in the mall with Cheng Xin in the afternoon.

Lin Yimian guessed to himself, and the silence spread between the two, and no one said a word first.

The heavy rain curtain was blown into the corridor by the wind, and it was cool, Lin Yimian rubbed his arms, took a step sideways and said, "You come in first." ”

Click-

The bathroom facing the door opened, and the heat flowed down the door to all corners of the living room.

Chu Huainan walked out of the mist, he lowered his head sideways and wiped his hair, "Mianmian, your shampoo tastes very good." ”

Lin Yimian subconsciously glanced at Song Wenli, and the latter's face turned from cold to black in vain. It is ugly to the naked eye, like the banana that Lin Yimian bought before he didn't have time to eat, but after expiration, not only the skin is black, but even the core is moldy.

It's really easy to misunderstand, in the middle of the night, an adult male comes out of a more private place like the bathroom, which in itself is a very easy thing to think.

Lin Yimian moved his mouth, and before the angry sound of the word "no" came out, he heard Song Wenli smile coldly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you." ”

He said sorry words, but his expression and tone were not half apologetic, but the mockery was obvious.

Lin Yimian half-lowered his eyes, and the words he originally wanted to explain rolled down his breath.

Chu Huainan didn't seem to notice Song Wenli's unfriendliness at all, with a smile on his lips, he greeted Song Wenli familiarly: "Good evening, Mr. Song." ”

As he walked from the bathroom to the door, he passed by the chair at the dining table, and put his used white towel on it, as if he had done it often. The animated cartoon image of Pikachu on the chest of his pajamas stretched out his hand, smiling at the sky, flamboyant and wanton, just like his arrogance at the moment.

Chu Huainan stopped when he walked half a step away from Lin Yimian, half leaning against the wall, his posture was lazy and casual, like a husband waiting for his wife to greet the guests home.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and Lin Yimian was too anxious to turn on the exhaust when he turned on the fire, so that now Bai Yan couldn't find an air outlet in the kitchen, so he had to follow the air flow to the open door.

The ethereal white flickered in front of him, and Lin Yimian remembered that he still had noodles that had not been cooked. The rippling rain fell down the eaves, she stared at Song Wenli's slightly damp trouser legs, hesitated, and still asked, "Do you want to come in?" ”

From "you come in first" to "do you want to come in", the invitation becomes an inquiry, and it is sure to become a question.

Song Wenli's thin lips outlined a sarcastic arc, "No, I don't have the habit of watching adult films on the spot." ”

With that, he turned and left.

The tall and straight back occupies three-quarters of the entire corridor, and under his background, the already small place looks even more crowded. Song Wenli's legs were long and his steps were fast, and he disappeared at the corner of the stairs with one turn. The heavy and steady footsteps gradually disappeared, and Lin Yimian was slightly distracted by the lights that turned on and off.

Song Wenli's appearance was like a colorful bubble, which burst when she poked, and when it broke, it would turn into cold frost, so cold that her limbs were cold and her mind was dizzy.