Playing tricks is the appearance of loving you

Have you ever liked someone else?

Listening to this gossiping question, Yan Anzhen stared for a moment, and the pictures buried in the depths of her memory began to move around. She had to try her best to suppress it, so as not to lift the cloth she had covered those pictures again. Recall the corner under the cloth.

That shouldn't be...not a favorite.

It's just ignorant heartbeat and goodwill.

Before he had time to develop into liking, the sprout in his heart was strangled to death that day.

"……No."

The light shone on Yan Anzhen's side face, covering her with a layer of gold. The background was people coming and going, noisy and noisy. She stood beside her with quiet eyes. That blatant beauty made her a sense of presence no matter where she was Strong protagonist.

Jiang Youshu looked at her, the corners of her lips twitching.

As if inadvertently, he asked casually:

"Then do you have a favorite type?"

Jiang Youshu didn't know what she was doing now, did she torture herself?Do you want to hear Ah Zhen say "I like girls who are fat like babies and have round eyes like a deer, who are cute and protective"?Does she have to take the initiative to find jealousy for herself?

However, Yan Anzhen's answer turned into a thunderbolt and fell beside her ears.

"For the type... I like mature men who are gentle and responsible. It is best to have common topics with me, to be independent and understand each other."

Um? ? ? ?

Mature man? ? ? ?

what's the situation? ? ? ?

Is she wearing the wrong book? This is "Spring Light", this is Yan Anzhen written by A Lai, isn't she born curvy? Why do you like men?Why hide it?

Jiang Youshu was startled for a moment.

She looked at Yan Anzhen and saw that she said this sentence with a steady tone and a flat expression, but she couldn't figure it out.

Ah Zhen in the novel has never concealed her love since she fell in love with Chen Xiaoshi at first sight. Although she did not have a passionate pursuit due to her personality, she is basically on call. Chen Xiaoshi panics when she cries. Why does the current Ah Zhen would give such an answer?

She didn't believe that wearing a book could misrepresent Ah Zhen's sexual orientation once. The only explanation was that Ah Zhen didn't trust her, refused to reveal her true sexual orientation, and lied.

Thinking of this, Jiang Youshu felt a little stuffy, even the skewers didn't smell very good, and there was no taste in his mouth.

Why lie.Fang Lian had a quarrel before, and Ah Zhen also knew that she was Lace, so she would definitely not point fingers at Ah Zhen's sexual orientation.If she refuses to tell, and lies, she just doesn't trust her enough.

Jiang Youshu suddenly felt that the skewers were not only tasteless, but also very sour.

She didn't hide her love in front of Chen Xiaoshi, and she said that she likes mature men in front of her. Is it because she doesn't stand tall enough?

Jiang Youshu, who was immersed in gloom, didn't notice Yan Anzhen's slightly trembling muscles that were stretched under Yan Anzhen's calm expression.

And obviously pale for a moment.

Yan Anzhen's hand holding the string of bamboo sticks was a little bit hard, the bones were blue, and there were some small thorns on the bamboo sticks that were not sharpened, because of this movement, they were deeply embedded in her fingertips, but she suddenly didn't know it.

There was a voice floating in the corner of my head.

Over and over again, more severe, enveloping her like sea water.

There is nowhere to run.

She closed her eyes and said nothing.

After so many years, she rarely thinks about these things. Although it can be regarded as a psychological shadow, it is not particularly serious. It belongs to the type that wakes up after sleeping and feels that it is nothing, but until now she suddenly realized Shocked, she thought she would not be affected, but in fact her body and even her thoughts had already been invaded by "it".

The independence she pursued has never been realized.

The root cause of her sudden understanding was Jiang Youshu.

From the time when I first met the high-speed rail company, I was happy all the way without knowing it, to being protected by her, she led her away, and my heart was still beating violently when I stopped.

That little thought just came to my head.

Just be pressed down by her.

Being friends is fine, but if you go one step further, you can't.

Jiang Youshu blamed herself for having to ask such a private question. Yan Anzhen suddenly remembered what happened in the past.

Although Yan Anzhen has always been reticent, this time the silence is different from the past. They both felt it, but they don't know the reason of the other party. The two hearts that are close seem to be farther away.

When he was about to reach the end of the food street, Jiang Youshu saw a stall selling smoking ice cream, his eyes flickered, and he smiled at Yan Anzhen: "I'm going to buy smoking ice cream."

"Why is it called smoking ice cream?"

"You'll find out later." She approached the stall owner and asked for a copy.

She still remembered that Yan Anzhen said that she didn't like cold food.

He picked up a small ball of ice cream with a spoon, blinked before stuffing it into his mouth, and smiled slyly and coquettishly: "Look, I will do a magic trick for you."

It's almost November, at night, the coldness is superimposed, and people are double frozen. Yan Anzhen watched Jiang Youshu eat a small ball, it seemed to be frozen, she shrank her neck, and pushed her tongue with her mouth. Pushing forward, he finally made up his mind to grit his teeth, pierced the ball with his teeth, and said vaguely at the same time: "Smoke!"

A wisp of white smoke came out of her mouth, she breathed out, and then closed her lips again, that wisp of smoke slowly came out of her nose again, smoky, she was behind the white smoke, her eyebrows and eyes curved Smile, eyes focused and bright.

It seems that the strange silent memory was cut off by her, and the memory was reconnected from where the two were at the subway station.

Yan Anzhen watched silently, lowered her eyes, took out her mobile phone, tapped her fingernails on the screen, and searched for the reason for the smoking ice cream, her calm eyes slid from left to right, and her lips were gently pursed.

After a while, she put away her phone and said to Jiang Youshu, "Well, I just read it, and it's harmless to the body."

Jiang Youshu: "..."

Jiang Youshu ate another one, and puffed out: "Who wants you to see the principle, don't you think this is fun?"

As the lips opened and closed, white smoke kept coming out.

The two got close, and the white smoke fluttered and scattered towards Yan Anzhen's face.

Yan Anzhen didn't hide, but just stared at her through the smoke, without saying a word.

Suddenly, she reached out, picked one up with a spoon, and brought it to her mouth.

Jiang Youshu froze for a moment, trying to stop her: "This is very cold!"

However, she was a step too late, and she had already put the smoking ice cream in her mouth.

Although she had already prepared for it, she was still iced. Instead of pushing it with her tongue like Jiang Youshu, she simply closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes slightly because of the coldness. White smoke slowly spewed out from her lips, she raised her head slightly, squinted her eyes quietly looking at the front, the white smoke floated up with its movements, and dissipated into the air bit by bit.

Jiang Youshu stared blankly.

At this moment, Yan Anzhen looked... seductive and sexy.

But in fact, Ah Zhen described by A Lai has nothing to do with these two words.

She is always serious, meticulous, and occasionally very serious. Jiang Youshu once felt that if she wanted to go to bed, she would study the dozens of postures thoroughly and take notes before she took off her clothes in a serious manner.

Jiang Youshu always feels that her lover's filter is very heavy, so every time she faces Yan Anzhen, the urge to eat her up is because of the strong throbbing in her heart.

After all, who wouldn't want to fuck the woman he loves.

However, Yan Anzhen at this moment has nothing to do with the filter, anyone standing here will feel that the woman in front of her is extremely sexy, especially her expression is still very light, adding some sharp things to that sexy.

"..."

Jiang Youshu felt something was wrong.

She seems to have overlooked something very important.

Before she could figure out why, Yan Anzhen lowered her head and said calmly, "It's okay to eat one once in a while."

"Really." Jiang Youshu blinked and came back to her senses. The doubt in her heart disappeared, and she smiled, "Is it delicious?"

Yan Anzhen avoided her gaze indiscriminately, and said, "It's delicious."

The two walked out of the food street and checked the time. It was already nine forty.

Jiang Youshu looked up at the moon in the sky, thinking that a good walk was disturbed by the greasy man, sighed, and asked, "Are you going back now?"

Although she still wanted to stay with her for a while, it was dangerous for two women to hang out too late.

Yan Anzhen said, "Go back."

This time they did not choose the subway, but decided to take the bus back home. The bus line happened to pass through the neighborhood where Grandma Jiang lived, and then went to the hotel where Yan Anzhen was staying after a few stops.

The two got on the bus and found that there were still many people on the bus. There were only two seats left, one in front and one in the back. They could not sit side by side. Jiang Youshu sat in the front seat, and Yan Anzhen walked behind her.

There was a momentary silence.

Jiang Youshu glanced at the glass window, with a smile on her lips, she tapped on her phone and typed.

Jiang Youshu: [Does the back of my head look good? 】

Another glance at the glass window.

Yan Anzhen lowered her eyelashes calmly.

Yan Anzhen: [Not bad, a little bald. 】

Jiang Youshu: "..."

The third time she joked, she found that she should be a little special in Ah Zhen's heart, otherwise why would she always love to make fun of her.

Another message a few seconds later.

Yan Anzhen: [I'm just joking. 】

Jiang Youshu Lu Yu upper body: [Really, I don't believe it. 】

There seemed to be a pause.

then.

Yan Anzhen: [Well, listen to you. 】

? ? ? ?What do you listen to me?

Don't follow my words at this time, stupid Ah Zhen.

Jiang Youshu was typing on the keyboard, and Yan Anzhen followed up with another message.

Yan Anzhen: [It's okay, I don't dislike it. 】

Jiang Youshu: [Although I am very touched, I still have to struggle to say that I am not bald. 】

Yan Anzhen: [I have a lot of hair, I can transplant it to you, no money will be charged. 】

Jiang Youshu: [? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

The question mark was almost crushed by her.

If she turned her head at this time, she would find the blatant smile in the eyes of the people behind her that she hadn't had time to hide.

Short, but warm, smile.

Like bright fireworks on a summer night.

The two chatted on WeChat for a while, and Jiang Youshu gradually became sleepy.

She doesn't know what's going on with her recently, she always wants to sleep. She slept for half an hour on the high-speed rail in the afternoon, and now she's sleepy again. Maybe it's because she knew that Ah Zhen and Chen Xiaoshi met for the first time today, and her mind was tense for too long. Well, now that you want to change is a foregone conclusion, it's as if you've been stabbed with a needle, and you're starting to leak air, and you'll feel sleepy forever.

The eyelids gradually drooped, and the head moved forward bit by bit.

Yan Anzhen noticed her sleepiness.

This posture was very uncomfortable, and Jiang Youshu simply fell towards the glass window in a daze. Although the bus was a little bumpy, the glass window was still responsible for supporting his head.

The moment she fell, Yan Anzhen behind stretched out her hand to block the direct contact of her head with the cold glass window.

The bus was still a little bumpy.

Jiang Youshu slept soundly.