&1
By mistake, Duan Moyao rented a room to her ex-boyfriend Xing Jinzhou, whom she had unilaterally broken up with, and started a life of rent collection.
The two of them always kept a tacit understanding of keeping a safe distance, not disturbing each other and never talking about the past.
The three-month lease was up, and she stared at the man who stepped into the house, changed his shoes, took off his coat, loosened his tie and walked into the house as usual.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back and asked.
"Xing Jinzhou, do you still like me?"
The man paused, Mo Shen's eyes grew darker, and he glanced at her coldly: "If you want to raise the rent, there is no need to slander me like this."
Duan Mo Yao: "……."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom, his figure became clearer and taller, he looked sideways towards the balcony and said again.
"We have broken up. I hope Ms. Duan will manage her personal belongings and not appear in public."
Duan Moyao: "?"
She followed the man's gaze and turned her head. A piece of underwear that she had forgotten to put away after washing in the afternoon was hanging on the balcony.
&2
The strange and superficial peace was broken one night when she came home after a blind date.
At the dilapidated staircase, Duan Moyao lowered his head and searched for the keys in his bag. He was pulled into the darkness by a beautiful hand and pressed against the wall.
The air in the entire stairwell became hot, and the strangeness that kept coming out of her body seemed to shatter her sanity. She struggled, and he held her tighter.
The man's hot breath smelling of alcohol was buried deep in her neck, but it was not annoying.
When she raised her eyes, she looked at him through the hazy mist. Under the dimming and flickering sensor lights, those dark and cool eyes were filled with unshakable lust at this moment.
His thin lips came closer, just a hair's breadth away.
Duan Moyao's heart was trembling, and he turned his face to avoid subconsciously.
Xing Jinzhou chuckled like a self-mockery, close to her ear.
"What are you hiding from? I haven't kissed you anywhere on your body?"
Reading Guide*
—Traditional Chinese medicine x aerospace designer
—HE, double C, double primary, plain dog-blood novel!
—Reunion after a broken mirror + renting a house plot, meeting again in the city and talking about campus.
—Some micro-group images on campus may be slow to gain popularity.
—Professional content in some urban jobs comes from the Internet, and many are privately owned.
Intention: I have been dealing with me for a long time, I would rather be me
