At seven o'clock in the evening, the night wind swelled in the quiet bedroom with the curtains. I don't know which neighbor next door was probably cooking, and there was a strong aroma mixed with the glutinous smell of rice floating in.

Meng Yingning stood at the door and looked at the person sitting on the bed. She didn't react for a long time.

The man leaned against the head of the bed and sat on the bed. The dark sheet on his body slid down and hid around his waist as he moved, revealing a hazy and blurred naked chest. In the dim light, the outline of the texture lines could be vaguely seen.

Even if you can't see clearly, that's...

Meng Yingning didn't even react that this person might be calling her over naked now.

And she probably needs to blush.

Five seconds later, she turned red from her ear to her forehead, and she looked like a cooked shrimp. The bag in her hand slammed on the ground, raised her hand and covered her eyes tightly, and said with a shame: "You put on your clothes! You're like this-"

“…”

Chen Wangsilly silent.

If it is a dream, it is too real.

He spoke, his voice still dumb: "Why am I like this?"

Meng Yingning slowly moved his fingers down carefully, and his fingertips were still blocking his eyes. His index finger slowly spread to the side and looked at him through the gaps of his fingers.

The little girl's almond eyes were black, and she looked bright and moist in the darkness, and she said hesitantly: "You are so indifferent."

Chen Wang listened to her voice, his tight body slowly calmed down, and his heartbeat calmed down.

She is vivid.

Standing intact in front of him.

The sticky and depressing suffocation in the dream faded away little by little. Chen Wang let out a breath, completely relaxed and leaned on the head of the bed, leaned his head back, and the corners of his lips could hardly be checked: "I'm not a little girl, what's wrong? Have you ever seen a fish sold in the vegetable market like this?"

“…”

Meng Yingning didn't know what to say for a moment.

She doesn't like fish sellers.

How can I compare to seeing someone I like like?

"That's different," Meng Yingning paused, reluctantly saying, "Then your figure is not quite good..."

"What kind of reluctance tone do you?" Chen Wang said.

"It's just a tone that goes against your will. Can't you hear it?"

Meng Yingning said and looked at him, then hurriedly turned away his gaze like a thief. As if nothing had happened for a second, his eyes couldn't help but turn back slowly, and looked at him secretly from his fingers.

She was carrying light on her back and the bedroom was dark. Chen Wang probably couldn't find her looking secretly.

Even though the light is dark, I can’t see clearly, but in terms of outline, my figure is indeed...

Meng Yingning began to believe Lu Zhihuan's words, "The abdominal muscles are very hard."

Not only did I believe it, I was even eager to try it out.

Want to touch it.

Want to kiss...

The moment this thought came out, Meng Yingning suddenly reacted, and the pictures of children with ambiguous pink lights in the roadside massage parlors kept coming out of his mind.

Meng Yingning felt so guilty.

Just as I looked away, I heard Chen Wang leaning against the bedside and saying coldly: "If you want to see, look openly, but you don't want you to look at it secretly like a mouse? Hum?"

“…”

When she was caught playing hooligan, Meng Yingning almost jumped up on the spot. She covered her eyes tightly with a bang, and was so embarrassed that she wanted to snatch the door out. She said in anger: "Who thought about it! Shut up! Can you get up from the bed now and roll down and put on your clothes!!"

Chen Wang was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Remind you, I'm not wearing any pants."

“…”

Meng Yingning felt as if she heard the sound of a very light kettle boiling in her mind, and then with a bang, the lid of the kettle - the top of her head, was broken by the steam.

If there was a mirror in front of her now, she would definitely go over to see if there was any smoke on her head.

The next second, the bedroom door was slammed with a "bang", leaving only a female bag at the door lying alone on the ground, and the little girl's voice came from behind the door panel: "Get dressed!!"

Chen Wang stared at the door, and smiled against his teeth.

He raised his hand and lifted the quilt. The towel he surrounded last night had already spread out and slipped down. He walked to the closet and opened the cabinet door, pulled out a white T-shirt.

During the movement, a wound was involved in the scapula. I remembered that after taking a shower yesterday, my body had not had time to deal with it.

Chen Wang paused, threw the white piece aside, and took a black shirt.

Before leaving the room, I looked at the wall clock pointing to 7:30 pm.

I slept from early morning to evening.

Five minutes later, the man opened the bedroom door in black clothes and black pants and walked into the living room. He found that the smell of rice and the aroma of the meal he had just smelled was not passed from a neighbor's house, but from his house.

He walked to the kitchen door and saw Meng Yingning wearing a small apron in a decent manner. He stood in front of the reconciliation table with his back facing the door, not knowing what he was busy with.

Chen Wang didn't say anything, just stood at the door, looking quietly at her back from the back, with his eyes very light.

Her long hair tied into a low ponytail. A young girl who is usually very good-looking has a bit of gentleness because of this hairstyle. The skin on the back of her neck is white and delicate. When she lowered her head, several strands of hair followed.

Meng Yingning took two steps to the side, raised his hand and took down two plates from the cabinet.

Then Chen Wang saw the thing in front of her that had just been blocked by her, two takeaway boxes.

Chen Wang: "..."

Chen Wang didn't understand why she had to put an apron on her for a takeaway. She looked like that. He really thought the fragrance of the room was from her.

Meng Yingning opened the box containing the takeaway, poured a portion of boiled meat into a large porcelain bowl, and put another Mapo tofu on the plate, which had a strong aroma.

She turned around and walked out with two dishes, and when she looked up, she saw him standing at the door, she was startled.

Meng Yingning blinked twice: "Did you walk soundly?"

Chen Wang stood lazily against the kitchen door frame, without saying a word, but just slowly straightened his body, reached out to take the dishes in her hand and put them on the dining table.

The dining table was also simply cleaned up, and the two plastic bags at the door were filled with garbage.

Meng Yingning still cooked the rice himself, served two bowls from the rice cooker, sat at the dining table, patted the corner of the table, and raised his head: "Don't you eat?"

Chen Wang lowered his eyes and looked at her, sat down opposite her, glanced at the two spicy dishes on the table, pinched the chopsticks, and slowly spoke: "Why are you here?"

Meng Yingning didn't say anything, pulled out her cell phone and stroked it, and held it in front of him.

On the WeChat chat interface, you can only see small green bubbles on the right from top to bottom.

"Because I sent you 30,000 WeChat messages, you didn't reply to me," Meng Yingning said, bulging his cheeks and looking at him with some grievances, "Why don't you reply to me?"

She didn't notice it herself, and she spoke with coquettishness and intimacy in her tone.

Chen Wang's hand holding the chopsticks paused, his eyelids lifted up, and he asked casually: "How did you come in?"

"I sent Jiang Ge a WeChat message, and he came to help me open the door," Meng Yingning took back his phone, put it on the table, then lowered his head and muttered in a timid manner: "Dog Chen Wang sleeps at home, but doesn't reply to my WeChat message."

Chen Wang heard this and raised his eyebrows: "You are so brave?"

Meng Yingning pretended not to hear it.

"You just came over because you didn't go home this big night?"

He leaned back, and the metal tip on the back of the chair poked the wound, and he paused.

Meng Yingning noticed: "What's wrong?"

"No," Chen Wang moved forward, "Why, I'm afraid something happened to me?"

He smiled, a little slutty, and said not very seriously: "Are you so worried about me?"

He thought she would jump out of the chair and deny it, and scold him again.

"Fear." Meng Yingning said without hesitation.

Chen Wang was stunned.

"I sent you last night. I really sent a lot of messages. You haven't replied yet, and I still don't reply today," Clean Apricot Eyes looked at him with some grievance. Meng Yingning asked for the third time, "Why don't you reply to me?"

Chen Wang looked at her with a daze, his throat moved, and he didn't say anything.

After a while, he lowered his eyes: "No reason."

Meng Yingning felt that she understood the second half of his sentence.

There is no reason, just don't think about it.

She didn't know why she had to ask persistently, as if she heard his answer as an explanation.

I have to do such a humiliating thing, listen to him and feel sad again.

She wanted to retreat again, wanted to run away, and wanted to retract her mind from the unknown shell that could be safe.

But she can't, she has to be braver.

Meng Yingning didn't speak for a long time or moved. Chen Wang held the chopsticks and raised his head, facing her gaze.
To be continued...