Library

When the elevator went down to the first floor, someone happened to be moving things in with the glass door of the hotel wide open. The cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in. I couldn't help but shiver and sneeze at the same time. He Nuohang turned around when he heard the noise, and frowned the moment he saw me: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" I frowned and looked at the thin base layer I wore indoors: "Isn't what I'm wearing clothes?" Second meeting. Far away from home. We met each other's eyes, one was full of dissatisfaction and criticism, the other was full of dissatisfaction and provocation. In this stalemate confrontation, our story began...