Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Only the two of them were left.

Apart from accompanying Han Moli to such massage places, Zhuge Qinuo would occasionally come alone, and she would not come unless her back and waist ached so much that she could not bear it.

Now it was just her and Mi Bei, and she still felt a little uncomfortable staying in the same room with a man who was basically a stranger.

"Uh, you may need to change clothes or something later. I'll go out first and come in when you're ready." Zhuge Qinuo stood up and walked out the door while speaking.

The best way she could think of to deal with that kind of unfamiliarity was to escape.

"Okay." Mi Bei's voice was barely perceptible. He knew that Zhuge Qinuo didn't need to hear his answer.

He thought he would be the first one to be shy in such an awkward atmosphere of a single man and a single woman, but he didn't expect that she would be the first to run away.

Zhuge Qinuo went to the front desk, touched two candies, put one in his mouth, and sat down to calm down for a moment.

It was so abominable, she felt that she was so abominable! Deng Qing was fine, after all, he was the one she had fantasized about when she was a girl, at least they were of similar age. But this boy was so young, and she, a mother of two, was actually fascinated by him. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask, otherwise the way she ran away just now would be too embarrassing.

"You are not a human being. You are simply obsessed with lust." She cursed herself several times in her heart.

She thought that in this age of handsome men, she had already trained herself to be an abstinent person who only liked the dramas but not the men themselves; all kinds of men passed by her, but most of them were just passing clouds. She really thought that she had reached a higher level of self-cultivation. It seems that it was not because she had trained well, but because she had not met a handsome and abstinent flower boy like Mi Bei in actual combat.

It seems that I have to continue to practice in this direction in the future. Otherwise... it would be a sin.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuge Qinuo was ready to stand up and face the challenge.

The door of the room where Mibei was was open.

"Little girl, you're here? Why don't you come in? Your boyfriend just called you." A woman's voice suddenly came from behind. Before she could react, she followed the person who spoke into the room. The older female technician also closed the door.

She glanced at Mi Bei who was lying flat on his back, with his mask off and his eyes closed.

"Boyfriend? Is that the word the technician used just now? His eyesight is really not good. How can a face like that be considered boyfriend or girlfriend?"

She went to a chair next to a bed in the room and took off her mask, so that the technician could see the age difference clearly from her face, so that she wouldn't say anything nonsense when Mibei woke up.

"You two are so good-looking. Your boyfriend is also good-looking. Oh, he is so handsome. No wonder you have to wear masks. You must be stars, right?" The female technician started the conversation familiarly.

"Where's your boyfriend? Isn't the contrast left by the years on your face obvious? What kind of eyes are those?" Zhuge Qinuo silently complained about the female technician's eyes many times.

In the past, she might have just given a perfunctory response to let the technician know she didn't want to talk. But in this situation, she couldn't help herself: "We are not celebrities. He is not my boyfriend."

"I know, I know, you are good friends. Oh, you are so beautiful, it's a pity that you are not a star." The middle-aged female technician looked as if she understood everything.

That expression made Zhuge Qinuo doubt whether she really understood it. He wanted to clarify it again, but Mi Bei frowned. Zhuge Qinuo immediately realized that it was useless to say more in this situation, and the more he explained, the worse it would be. So he changed the subject: "Ha, sister, let's chat less. My friend is not feeling well. Please take care of him!"

"Natural nature."

After confirming that the female technician could shut up and work properly, she turned on the projection TV in the room and randomly selected a TV series by Deng Qing. As she watched, she sat on the stool and fell asleep on the massage bed.

The ending song sounded, and Mi Bei slowly opened his eyes and looked at the screen. It was a TV series starring Deng Qing, but he was also in it. He saw himself in the tidbits of the ending song, and then turned to look at Zhuge Qinuo, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You're awake, your girlfriend, oh, no, your friend is so nice. She came with you so late. She didn't let me talk, for fear of disturbing your rest." The female technician tried her best to bring them together. But when she saw that Mi Bei didn't say anything and closed his eyes again, she felt that she had said too much and wanted to swallow back what she had just said.

After completing a set of treatment packages for heatstroke, the female technician asked Mi Bei to take a rest and tactfully left the room.

Mi Bei didn't want to continue resting, so he got up to change his clothes. The action of taking off his clothes woke up Zhuge Qinuo who was sleeping soundly.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Mi Bei's back, which was covered with dense cupping marks. The skin was irregularly tinged with dark red and dark purple. "Wow, it's so serious."

It was not until she felt Mi Bei stunned and stopped tidying up her clothes that she realized that she was looking at the back of a strange man.

"Much more comfortable." Mi Bei's voice sounded soft and weak, yet filled with hormones.

"Yeah, haha, that's good."

The technician had already left, and she was glad that Mi Bei was not changing his pants when she woke up. Changing pants? When Zhuge Qinuo came back to her senses, she saw that Mi Bei had turned around and was looking at her, holding his own pants in his hand.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving right away! I'll wait for you downstairs, and come down when you're ready." Zhuge Qinuo said as she trotted out the door immediately. She simply couldn't bear to think back to how dejected she felt during this period.

After waiting for Mibei to come down, he had put on his mask and hat again. He put his hands in his pockets and walked down the stairs slowly, looking cool and handsome even though he was sick and fully armed.

He walked to Zhuge Qinuo. She had also put on a hat and mask, so they could not see each other's faces.

"Brother, sister, would you like to take a photo? You can get a discount next time." The service staff came forward and greeted us warmly.

"No, where can I pay?" Mi Bei's voice was lazy, slow and magnetic.

Zhuge Qinuo could clearly see through the low brim of his hat that the waitress' eyes lit up.

Zhuge Qinuo: "It's over, let's go."

She felt like she was surrounded by hungry wolves, and she just wanted to drag Mibei away from here as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Mi Bei was still walking slowly, he simply grabbed his arm, or it would be more appropriate to pull him, and walked out in two steps.

He sent Mibei into the car and sat in the driver's seat before he took off his hat and mask and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Did something happen while I was asleep just now?"

"You were fine when you came here, why did everyone's eyes glow green just now?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought you here."

He couldn't tell whether Zhuge Qinuo was talking to him or talking to himself.

"I'm much better now and feel relaxed. Thank you." Mi Bei said what he wanted to say, slowly.

"That's great! How about we have a meal together?" Zhuge suggested, "I vomited all my food before, and I've been hungry for so long."

"No need." Mi Bei refused bluntly.

Zhuge Qinuo made the suggestion purely out of good intentions and had expected this result, so he was not embarrassed when he was rejected.