In winter in Yangcheng, the morning sunshine, pale but extremely dazzling, shines into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony on the 18th floor. On the red and yellow sectional sofa, I fidgeted uneasily, rubbing my hands back and forth, like a prisoner waiting for trial. Ding dong, ding dong, the usually pleasant sound of the doorbell was particularly shocking at this time, and my heart beat faster. . .
He came to the door in a panic, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and tried his best to keep his face calm. Gently open the wooden door and push open the security door. In the dim corridor, Rong and her red bean suitcase stood there.
"I'm back, hurry up and get in the house." The smile I deliberately maintained was a bit stiff.
"Oh..." Rong looked at me with a somewhat complicated expression, and shyly turned her gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the box towards the study. Looking at her back, I suddenly had a strong urge to hug her. He called her, pulled her body over, hugged her in the air, put her mouth on her, kissed her passionately and wantonly, and at the same time, he held her closer with his hands. Strong body language, turbulence of inner emotions. . . . . .
A few hours later, I was back among the bachelors. Because it is once again, I can only be regarded as a second-hand bachelor. My boring life started from now on.