Fall in love after simulation

[After coming out of the rental house, Guan Yuejing walked in the rain curtain, the rain was icy cold, washing away the warmth of the remaining blood on her hands, and the wet clothes covered by the wetness of the blood left on her body The smell of soil aroused by the rain penetrated into her lungs, replacing the smell of blood. 】

【She didn't know where she was going. She waited until the feeling of the rain completely covered the feeling of blood, and walked into an alley. 】

【She didn't expect to meet you, let alone hear about the house buried deep in her memory from your mouth. Her spirit, her destiny, was seized by that house. 】

[In the memory box that stores images of the house, there are also happy memories of childhood, the initial pain, and the disintegration of the family. 】

【While the house made her think of the family portrait, it also reminded her of her mother's bloodshot eyes, the blood clots spit out by her father, and the life that went downhill. 】

【Happiness mixed with pain entered her heart, and she made a decision in an instant. Compared with the pain, she cared more about the joy. She wanted to spend the rest of her life in the house where her only good life was stored. 】

【She agreed to your invitation. 】

【You take off the blue raincoat and put it on her body. 】

【You came to Guanyue's old house with her. You have bought this villa, and with the help of Ichinose Shiori, try your best to restore the house to the appearance of Yuejing when she was a child. 】

[The rain is blowing violently, the umbrella in your hand can't cover the wind, so naturally it can't stop the rain. When you step into the door of Guan Yuejing's old house, you put down the umbrella, and your body is as soaked as Guan Yuejing. 】

[Guanyue's house is not big, there are three bedrooms and a toilet on the second floor, and there is only one bathroom on the first floor. 】

[Water drips down your T-shirt and slacks, and drips onto the dark floor, forming a puddle after a while. 】

[You take out a dry towel, wipe your body briefly, and give Guan Yuejing the right to use the bathroom first. 】

A memory scene appeared in Nan Youxi's mind, which was Guan Yuejing's perspective.

"Auntie, go wash it first, I'll go in and take a peek later."

The boy's narrow voice and eyes failed to arouse Guan Yuejing's shame.

The palms of her hands wrapped in the raincoat were dry, the feeling of the rain left, and the touch of blood returned, flowing up her arms, sweeping across her body, making her tremble. It wasn't until she entered this villa and used the same space to connect with her childhood feelings that she recovered a little.

She glanced at the boy, but didn't respond to the address, nor the crime notice.

The warm water from the shower covered her skin, and associations and reminiscences could hardly conceal her real feelings. The real warm water dispelled the blood of impressions.

But illusions often don't fight against reality, but cling to and lie in wait for real feelings, and turn around when people relax.

The warm water suddenly turned into bloody water, splashed down, flowed over the right wrist, the smooth touch returned, and the eyes were filled with bright red.

She held her wrist, her heart was beating violently, and her breathing was rapid.

At this time, she heard movement in the dressing room outside the bathroom. The boy pushed open the outer door, and his voice interrupted the illusion.

On the frosted glass separating the bathroom and the dressing room, the silhouette of a boy appeared.

"What color underwear does Aunt Jing want? Is pink okay?" The boy's voice was clear.

"Black." Guan Yuejing put her hands on the wall, trying to suppress the nausea in her chest.

"What size?" Nan Yuxi asked again.

Only then did Guan Yuejing realize that she had fallen into the trap of a teenager. She said, "No need, I'll dry my clothes with a hair dryer."

Summer clothes are thin and dry after a while.

The boy's answer didn't come, Guan Yuejing saw the boy's body bent down on the glass, and she heard the sound of the drawer being opened and the boy's footsteps leaving.

Half a minute later, the silhouette of the boy was printed on the frosted glass again.

"The hair dryer is gone." The boy replied.

What is missing, you just took it out of the drawer and hid it!

Guan Yuejing didn't want to argue on this topic, she raised her head, and there was a lamp on the top of the bathroom: "Then hang it in the bathroom and bake for a while."

She saw the boy's silhouette bent down again, and the boy took something from the clothes basket and walked out of the dressing room.

After more than ten seconds, he came back again: "The clothes are gone."

"..."

Turning off the shower, Guan Yuejing opened the frosted glass door of the bathroom. Barefoot, she walked past the surprised boy, and followed the water trail left by the boy on the ground to the cabinet deep in the corridor. .

Her wet clothes were placed in the back of the cabinet, along with the hair dryer.

Holding the clothes in her left arm and the hair dryer in her right hand, she walked by the boy again, and hit the boy on the head with the hair dryer in her right hand.

The frosted glass door was closed again, and the dissipated water mist in the bath became thicker again. After being interrupted by the teenager, Guan Yuejing's spirit returned from the memory of the blood. She put on shampoo and body wash.

The boy didn't come in to take a peek as he declared before. Maybe the boy was just flirting, or maybe it was the way she waved the hair dryer that made the boy quit. It's more likely that the boy had already seen it when she got out of the bathroom and came back. refreshed.

This is the first time she has exposed her body in front of a man, she used to care about it, but now, she has nothing to care about.

After rinsing her body, Guan Yuejing stayed in the locker room, drying her hair with a hair dryer, and then drying her clothes. The clothes dried in this way would be wrinkled and unattractive, she didn't care, if it wasn't for the fact that the curtains in the living room were open, she didn't even think it was necessary to put on this troublesome cloth.

The curtains in the living room were actually not open, the boy closed the curtains to prevent her from appearing in the most natural state like in the corridor,

Guan Yuejing looked at the boy sitting on the bamboo chair. The boy's body was still dripping water. On his face, he didn't have the shyness of seeing the forbidden fruit, nor the anxiety of being smashed into evil deeds. There was some disappointment in his eyes. Guan Yuejing had clothes on his body, and his action of pulling the curtains was meaningless.

"I'm going to take a shower. Aunt Jing can come in and take a peek at any time." The boy stood up and looked at Yuejing expectantly.

Of course Guan Yuejing wouldn't go in and peep. She was lying on the sofa, and the light from the ceiling shone into her eyes. She squinted her eyes and was in a trance.

"I want to live here."

After Nan Youxi came out of the bathroom, Guan Yuejing said to the boy.

"I'm not short of rent money. Auntie is mentally prepared by saying that?"

The teenager sat beside her and wiped his wet hair with a dry towel.

Guan Yuejing held the young man's wrist, and tapped the young man's head with his knuckles. The young man covered his head with his remaining hand, rubbed his injured hand, and was very busy.

"It's not Auntie." Guan Yuejing corrected, her eyes were already fierce, but after her face was tensed, her calm words were tinged with terror.

"It doesn't matter, Auntie, take off your clothes quickly, I'm going to collect the rent!"

What fell on Nan Youxi's head this time was Guan Yuejing's own knuckles. Her knuckles were thinner and harder than Nan Youxi's.