After getting on with the enemy

In May, City A.

Qinghe Street is quiet in the middle of the night, and the dim streetlights scattered weakly in all directions, binding the fine dust on the empty bluestone floor, and also illuminating the scene at the stairway not far away.

Only then did Qiao Yan come back with stilted steps, with a tall woman on his shoulders.

Women are good-looking, especially with a beautiful face, with thin eyebrows, long eyes and high nose bridge, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and fair and delicate skin. She is definitely the most conspicuous one in the crowd.

This is Qiao Yan's former neighbor and Qiao Yan's rival since childhood. His surname is Zhou, and his full name is Zhou Xiyun.

The two haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and it's a rare reunion at a banquet tonight, both of them drank a lot.

Probably because he was too drunk, Qiao Yan brought Zhou Xiyun back here, intending to keep him overnight.

Zhou Xiyun was also not sober, so he followed in groggy.

For the first time in their lives, the two of them got along so peacefully. They didn't confront each other or pick trouble. Instead, they opened the door and entered the house with dim eyesight, stumbled upstairs, then hugged each other in a daze, and did something unclear.

As if in a dream, Qiao Yan couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, his mind was too dull, and he was in a daze all night without knowing why.Zhou Xiyun pushed her against the cold wall, held her thin waist with one hand, and got very close, his amber eyes were almost out of focus, as if trying to identify who she was.

Zhou Xiyun was slightly drunk, and the warm breath exhaled between his teeth fell on Qiao Yan's face lightly and heavily.

Qiao Yan stretched out her hand to touch this person's side face, and gently scratched it twice with her fingertips. She forgot what was going on for a while, and asked in a low voice with confused eyes: "What are you doing..."

Zhou Xiyun took advantage of the situation and grabbed her hand, pulled it away impatiently, and then threw his head into her neck, leaning against her arms.

Qiao Yan couldn't stand still, unable to bear the weight of the other party, the next moment he staggered around Zhou Xiyun.

They fell on the bed, and both fell together.

Zhou Xiyun, who was lying on the bottom, immediately groaned in pain. Qiao Yan was a little flustered, thinking that something was wrong, so he fumbled here and there.

After that, the situation gradually got out of control and became out of control.

I can't figure out who took the initiative. In short, everything that happened next happened inexplicably, without any reason or law to follow.

Zhou Xiyun's lips were moist, soft and warm.

——This was Qiao Yan's only feeling at the time.

Qiao Yan couldn't remember how many times they kissed, but it lasted for a long time anyway, so long that she completely forgot about her relationship with Zhou Xiyun as friends, and directly put aside those messy prejudices and unhappiness.She wrapped her arms around the back of Zhou Xiyun's neck, and her consciousness became more and more chaotic...

At some point, Qiao Yan fell asleep completely, and Zhou Xiyun also lay beside him.

Really drunk, not fake.

The two of them didn't do anything other than hugging and chewing each other. They didn't have that energy, and they couldn't get up at all.

The room was pitch black, and the dense night was intertwined with the dim stars in the sky, and the night passed quickly.

The next day was sunny and cloudless.

The climate in the south in late spring is a bit dreary and dry, and the bright sunlight pours in through the cracks in the curtains, obliquely projecting on the light gray quilt.

There was a rustling sound on the bed, and someone got up.

Qiao Yan was still lying on his side motionless, not awake, and fell into a deep sleep.She showed a posture with her back to the other person, not to be disturbed by the sound. After waiting for a few minutes, the sun was almost slanting on her face, and then she woke up slowly, narrowing her eyes uncomfortably, stretching her eyes. Thin low back on the outside.

At that time, the person next to the bed hadn't had time to leave, couldn't recover, and was groping for something.When he realized that Qiao Yan had woken up, the other party's hands stopped him, and he was suffocated in an instant.

Qiao Yan didn't notice it, and was still dazed and immersed in sleepiness. After opening his eyes, he still acted as usual, habitually thinking that nothing happened last night.

After a night of hangover, my mind was stuck, and I couldn't react to my current situation.

After a long while, perhaps finally regaining consciousness, Qiao Yan slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, and then suddenly pulled back the quilt to take a look, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he froze like a stone on the spot.

All the events of last night flooded her back like a flood, and she was so dazed that she could hardly think.

Qiao Yan quickly sat up, pulled up the quilt to cover herself like a gust of wind, and turned to look at Zhou Xiyun next to her.

Unbiased, their eyes just happened to meet.

Perhaps because he didn't want to face Qiao Yan, Zhou Xiyun's expression was indescribable and a little ugly.

Those under the bed didn't make a sound, they were silent.

The scene was a bit chaotic, and no suitable explanation could be found.

After a long time, Zhou Xiyun spoke first, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?"

Qiao Yan pulled the quilt again, afraid that the cover would not be tight enough, he said dryly after a while: "I bought my new house last year and just moved in last month."

Zhou Xiyun didn't know this, and asked bluntly, "Why am I here?"

Qiao was speechless, vaguely unable to explain why, held back for a moment, and prevaricated with nonsense: "You...you want to come by yourself, it has nothing to do with me..."

Zhou Xiyun frowned, as if he didn't believe what he said.

Qiao Yan backed away guiltily, leaning her back against the head of the bed, opened her mouth as soon as her brain twitched to clear the relationship: "I didn't do anything, don't think about it, don't misunderstand!"

The person in front of him stared at her with downcast eyes, his eyes became more and more complicated.

I really can't remember some small things yesterday, such as getting together for no reason, but I still have a little impression of the general process after arriving here, so I can't remember everything clearly.

Qiao Yan straightened his back subconsciously, and denied it again without thinking: "You have to follow, so I kindly took you in..."

The sound is relatively small, and the confidence is not very strong.

Zhou Xiyun was a little serious, "I'll follow you?"

These two have always been at odds with each other, and have never been used to each other. At first, there was nothing wrong with them, and they could barely talk to each other, but now they suddenly changed, and something was wrong.

Qiao Yan's attitude was not good, as always, he was slanderous and disgusting, and he seemed to be slapping him if he refused to admit it.

"Ah, it's you and me," Qiao Yan said in a drawn-out voice, blunt but strong, speaking as if it were true, "You don't remember?"

Zhou Xiyun's face darkened, "I didn't."

Qiao Yan continued, "You have."

Zhou Xiyun said, "Someone should have picked me up last night..."

"But you got into my car," Qiao Yan hurriedly interrupted, and continued to talk nonsense, "Once you got into the car, you refused to get off. You couldn't even drive me away, and you even grabbed my seat."

Zhou Xiyun's red lips moved, and he raised his eyelids again, looking over.

Qiao Yan retracted the white and thin legs exposed to this man's sight, shrunk up uncomfortably, and whispered: "You asked for it, it's not my fault, I didn't even touch you."

A certain person's ability to reverse right and wrong is first-rate, and black can also be said to be white.

It’s okay not to say some things, but if you talk about it, it’s tantamount to 300 taels of silver here, and it’s like adding fuel to the fire.

He must have remembered something, Zhou Xiyun knew that he was trying to shirk responsibility when he heard the words, so he lowered his face and asked on the spot, "What am I asking for?"

What are you asking for?

What else can it be, isn't it just that little thing, cuddling and hugging in a tired way, and kissing on the lips in a moment.

But Qiao Yan couldn't say it out, and couldn't find a proper way to say it, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "You started it when you entered the door, and I was forced."

This is even more false, even ghosts don't believe it.

At that time, it was obvious that she was holding on to him and biting Zhou Xiyun unreasonably, but now she firmly refuses to admit it.

Zhou Xiyun squinted, "I don't remember this happening."

"You drank too much, of course you forgot," Qiao Yan said, opening his mouth, "Anyway, that's the truth."

Zhou Xiyun felt a little disturbed, and instead of arguing with her, he just lowered his eyes and looked at her again.

Qiao Yan added without hesitation: "But we haven't reached that point yet, we're just... a little bit closer, just that much."

Zhou Xiyun glanced at her: "..."

Qiao Yan loses but never loses, "We are both innocent, don't think that I am responsible for you."

The two are enemies, no matter what happened last night, in short, they will deny it when they wake up, and they will not agree to death.

In fact, Zhou Xiyun didn't think so far. He originally planned to leave before he woke up, but he ran into him head-on.Qiao Yan's verbal skills are getting better and better, and a few words can choke someone to death. Zhou Xiyun couldn't bear her bad manners, so he gritted his molars when he heard the words, and continued a little bit unbearably: "Don't be stupid, heart, Delusion, thinking..."

"I negotiated this in advance, so as not to break it up later." Qiao Yanjing grumbled.

Zhou Xiyun didn't bother to talk to her, and bent over to pick up his mobile phone and put it in his trousers pocket.

Qiao Yan said: "Later we will pretend that this matter did not exist, that it never happened."

Zhou Xiyun turned around and adjusted his clothes, tied his hair, and tied a messy high ponytail.

Still don't care about it, turn a blind eye to it.

Qiao Yan had nothing to say, and worriedly told him, "Don't tell anyone else. We won't delay each other. After this time, we will have nothing to do with each other, you know?"

Zhou Xiyun was also venomous, and said bluntly: "No one wants to have anything to do with you."

"That's fine." Qiao Yan was cheeky and not angry at all, "Did you hear what I just said?"

The other party turned a deaf ear, and walked two steps sideways, ready to go out.

Qiao Yan wanted to say something more, but Zhou Xiyun didn't give him a chance, and stepped out with his long legs straight.Qiao Yan said quickly, "Close the door for me."

Zhou Xiyun left without looking back, leaving the door of the room wide open.

Qiao Yan stretched his neck and shouted again

Said: "Zhou Xiyun, come back and close the door for me—"

The footsteps in the aisle became farther and farther away, and after a while, there was no sound.

Qiao Yan was so angry that she was about to go down barefoot and do it herself, but she stopped when she stretched out her legs. She casually touched a coat next to the pillow, and after she put it on, she realized later...it didn't seem to be own clothes.

After a second or two of silence, Qiao Yan looked down again in disgust.

"..."

Indeed not.