Just as Jiang Xinhai was about to say, "Let's forget it," and put her feet down, Chen Ya grabbed her arch.

"Yes!" She exclaimed in a low voice, covered her mouth with both hands, and twisted her little feet left and right, but she couldn't get away.

Chen Ya sniffed at the soles of her feet, then moved his hands away casually, grabbing the napkin left over from wiping his mouth while eating on the table next to him and wiping his hands.

"I've smelled it, it's just normal."

It's not smelly.

"There is neither the fishy smell of freshly caught river fish, nor the residual sour smell at the bottom of the pickle jar, nor the smell of stinky tofu residue when it is fermented again."

To be precise, there is no smell.

Chen Ya turned his head and found Jiang Xinhai with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, holding his knees with his hands, squatting motionless on the sofa.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She sat on the sofa and said dullly.

"I think there seems to be something wrong with you."

"How could I say that I was touched on the foot by a man of the same age, and for a moment I thought I was being raped, and at the same time I found that I was unable to resist. After I discovered that it was a misunderstanding, I relaxed and felt a little exhausted - I always

It can’t be like this, right?”

Chen Ya stood there and took a sip of water. It took him a long time to understand what she meant.

"Oh, it turns out you lost your strength because of this."

"..."

There was a wordless silence in the room. Chen Ya hurriedly packed up the sheets and bedding and repaired the water heater.

"If you don't bring a change of clothes, put your old clothes in the basket first, or you can wear mine."

Jiang Xinhai felt a little better, walked to the bedroom, and said a little cautiously: "Let me see what clothes you have?"

Chen Ya opened the closet, revealing a clear short-sleeved cotton T-shirt.

She rummaged around for a while and said, "Why is there no brand?"

“Don’t let yourself be constrained by anything consumerist.”

"Is it pure cotton? It feels very comfortable."

"certainly."

Jiang Xinhai found a black one and said to him, "Can I wear this?"

"Anything will do."

Jiang Xinhai is a girl who is very adaptable to the environment. At first, she was worried that Chen Ya's clothes were like those of a sword wolf, soaked in sweat and body odor.

But when I opened the closet and took a look, I saw that it was fragrant and quite neat and clean.

She changed her mind slightly towards Chen Ya.

She was able to keep her room so organized and write a song "Meet" in one day. Although she didn't say it, she still admired this boy in her heart.

"Are these clothes a little too big for you?" Chen Ya unfolded the clothes and asked.

"Just right, wear it as a dress." Jiang Xinhai said.

The bathroom in the rental house is very small, the bathing space is very narrow, the ceiling light is warm and yellow, and moths are attracted in through the holed screen window.

Jiang Xinhai spent a lot of effort to drive away the big pink moth and close the glass window tightly. The old community was damp, and there was a peculiar smell from the toilet without a water trap. After closing the window, it was unbearable and had to

Turn on the exhaust fan.

The plastic shower head was yellowed and the water output was very small. Under such tight conditions, Jiang Xinhai finally finished taking a bath.

When she came out of it, her long hair was tied back with a blue headband, and there were still thin traces of water on her neck that were still wet, making her look very charming.

The short sleeves were wide, and she rolled them up to make them sleeveless. When she raised her white arms, she could still see her smooth and lovely armpits.

The thin T-shirt hangs below the thighs, just blocking the necessary parts. Below is a pair of eye-catching legs, all exposed. The feet are wearing flip-flops. The nail polish on the toes has half fallen off, and the white insteps are fully exposed.

outside.

"I've washed it, you go and wash it."

"I already took a shower at noon. I didn't sweat much in the afternoon, so there's no need." Chen Ya was lying on the sofa reading a book.

Jiang Xinhai glanced at him, walked past him cautiously, walked to the bedroom, hid behind the door and said:

"Then I locked the door?"

"Yeah." Chen Ya read a book.

"The key isn't outside, right?"

"On the door."

Jiang Xinhai took off the key from the door, shook it in his hand, and said:

"I don't want to guard against you, but I think it's better not to test you."

"I understand. You are so long-winded."

"Okay." Jiang Xinhai was about to close the door. At the last moment before closing the door, she whispered "good night" again.

…

Jiang Xinhai had some difficulty falling asleep. She played with her phone for an hour before turning off the lights, and another hour after turning off the lights. She finally lost her phone and found herself choosing a bed.

The sheets and pillows were newly replaced and had a foreign smell. Jiang Xinhai couldn't tell whether it was the smell of laundry detergent that had been stored for a long time or the smell of Chen Ya.

Once this kind of thinking takes root, people will have trouble sleeping.

She didn't know how much time passed, but Jiang Xinhai felt that she was not asleep, but seemed to be asleep again. She couldn't bear the urge to urinate, so she put on her slippers and gently opened the door lock.

It was already dark outside the house, and she had to be careful not to hit the musical instruments on the ground as she tiptoed to the bathroom.

Squatting down, her face turned red in the darkness - the sound of her going to the toilet was too loud in the silent night.

She secretly rejoiced that Chen Ya was asleep now.

She feels that she too has the baggage of being an idol.

After walking out of the bathroom, Jiang Xinhai took advantage of the moonlight shining in the window and walked back in the dark.

There was a mess on the floor in the room, but the most important things were made by Jiang Xinhai herself, such as her sandals and the canvas bag that she was ready to give up at any time.

She carefully walked around these debris, and suddenly, her toes touched something furry and she didn't know what it was.

It feels both hard and soft to the touch, like a living thing.

It was as if she had been electrocuted from behind, and her whole body exploded from the inside out. She jumped up like a cat, and then stepped on something hard and round with her heel.

By the time she realized that it was a drumstick, it was too late. She lost her balance and fell onto the sofa next to her.

The good news is that when she fell, she covered her chest with her arms.

The bad news is that her elbow hit the lower abdomen of Chen Ya who was lying on the sofa.

"ah!"

"oh!

"

She and Chen Ya let out a scream at the same time, and there was no doubt that Chen Ya's scream was even worse.

The light was turned on. Jiang Xinhai and Chen Ya, who were curled up on the sofa, looked at each other. Then she moved her eyes to the floor and realized that the thing she thought was a mouse was actually just beef jerky given to her by Dao Lang.

.

After she took a bite of the thing, she dropped it under the sofa together with the plastic bag, and no one picked it up.

"Yes, sorry."

Jiang Xinhai was very polite in apologizing, but when she saw Chen Ya's sluggish expression as if he had not woken up from sleep, and the resentment of being beaten awake from his sleep, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Did I offend you somewhere?" Chen Ya asked.

"No, I, I had a dream just now, and you were very hateful in the dream."

Jiang Xinhai lied. She didn't want Chen Ya to know about her embarrassing incident.

Then, her eyes turned into light attracted by the black hole, and she couldn't help but glance at a high place on Chen Ya's body.
Chapter completed!