Nestled in the pink quilt, I don't know if it's to choose a bed or if today's things haven't been digested, Shi Yuan has insomnia with his eyes open and looking at the cartoon night light next to the bed.

The warm yellow light makes the room look very warm.

The burning pain on his face dissipated a lot.

Touched the phone, 1 a.m.

The hand unconsciously clicked on Yan Yao's address book.

The latest text message was the location that Yan Yao sent before she was drugged.

There is only one picture, which is taken casually in the interior of the school's bubble tea shop.

The place where the appointment is returned.

I don't know how hard work is going at home.

She gave enough dog food to eat, and she didn't worry about the cubs being hungry.

He also said that he promised to go back early in the afternoon and accompany it for a walk.

Effort is sure to get angry.

Copy this number, and she searches for contacts on WeChat.

The other party is already a friend, and Shi Yuan was stunned.

She searched for Yan Yao's mobile phone number.

Shi Yuan clicked on the black avatar and saw the perfunctory screen name and the blank circle of friends.

It's very Yanyao.

She also thought about how Jin Yun had such a big contrast between the Internet and reality.

The historical chat history made Shi Yuan blink.

And this person didn't tell her that he was Yan Yao.

A wicked smile came to the back of the boy's mouth.

I would like to bury myself in the quilt.

For an entire afternoon, she would think of him unconsciously.

When the hand touched the button by mistake, and when he looked at the screen again, a garbled code had already been sent to Yan Yao.

。 ：？

The second reply message didn't give her a chance to withdraw.

Moon: Wrong.

。 : Can't sleep?

Moon: A little.

I want to stare at the screen.

Yan Yao's voice flicked over.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then answered without hesitation.

The tinkle of a lighter can be heard in the earpiece, and then it goes silent.

Yan Yao held the cigarette and looked at the number of seconds of the voice, and after a while, he bit the cigarette: "Squeak." ”

The man's voice sounded, as if it was poured into his ear, and gradually became distinct.

Shi Yuan put on his coat and went to the balcony outside the room.

The cold wind outside made her shrunk.

The cold moon hangs high.

"Yan Yao."

The girl's soft and clean voice melted into her eardrums, and Yan Yao's Adam's apple rolled and exhaled smoke.

"I can't sleep in the middle of the night?"

The playful low voice, in such a quiet night, sounded a little different kind of gentleness, which made her feel at ease for no reason.

Shi Yuan can think of Yan Yao's current expression through his mobile phone, he must be indebted and muddy.

"Yes."

She was thinking about him, so she spoke up openly.

Yan Yao pushed down his back molars, and there was a fire burning in his heart.

"Where do you want Lao Tzu?"

The words in my ear are not very serious.

The cartoon villain with Yan Yao's face painted made her unable to wash Yan Yao's jump into the Yellow River.

With her cheeks puffed out, she decided not to be passive anymore.

"Abs."

"Do you want to touch it?"

The sassy words were out, and Shi Yuan pinched the pinna that was a little hot.

Yan Yao sneered: "I know that you covet Lao Tzu." ”

The boy's voice seemed to be smiling, and his voice was low and hard.

——

"I don't wear a coat on a cold day, and I don't control it because I'm young and in good health."

"Chat with your little girlfriend, be interesting, don't bother."

The voices of an old man and a young man passed through the earpiece indistinctly.

The ears were quiet again.

Yan Yao's dark eyebrows and eyes were arbitrary, and he leaned lazily against the railing: "Lao Tzu's winter clothes are all with you, when will you return them?" ”

Shi Yuan looked down at the down jacket he was wrapping: "I will return you tomorrow." ”

I vaguely heard the voice of my uncle and aunt talking, and I hung up my voice.

——

Yan Qi looked at his nephew who was leaning on the railing: "Keep fighting, what are you doing with me?" ”

The phone was copied into his pocket, and the boy only left her with a cold and unruly back.