After getting on with the enemy

The torrential rain is swaying, the cold white lights in the house are dazzling, and the movement inside and outside is contrasted with each other, which is noisy and chaotic, but also depressing and heavy.Tick-tick-the raindrops hit the window incessantly, and the fine water condensed into beads, falling down along the smooth glass interface, winding out a series of wet and cold slip marks.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Qiao Yan didn't expect the scene in the small room to be like this. He took it for granted that the other party was still wiping the water as before, so he rushed in without even knocking on the door.

Zhou Xiyun didn't know that Qiao Yan would return so recklessly and suddenly, so he was not prepared at first.

The fabric of the white shirt that has been soaked in water is half-impermeable, sticking to the skin submissively. Although it barely covers the neck and shoulders and part of the front of the body, it still cannot conceal the graceful curves under the wet clothes. Standing in the distance Still can see a thing or two.

Zhou Xiyun was very thin, especially the waist, which was narrow and slender, not enough to hold.Her flat belly was wet with water, and when her whole body was tensed, the vest line on it was faintly revealed, strong and sexy, with very healthy and beautiful lines.

This person's legs are also straight and stylish, not the kind of weak and weak chopstick legs that can only be achieved by dieting, but extremely aesthetically pleasing, well-proportioned and slender, with traces of regular training, and combined with the waist, it is even more beautiful. It's perfectly proportioned.

The string in Qiao Yan's mind broke, and he couldn't connect it for a long time.Can't think at all, like a rusty machine that can't work.

After a long time, she finally figured out the situation, blinked slowly, and then slammed the door behind her back, fearing that the grandma downstairs would come up and be caught by this scene.

He still has a conscience, at least he knows how to remedy it for a while.

At this moment, Qiao Yan still didn't forget why he came here, he took two steps forward like a marionette, put down his clothes, opened his mouth stiffly, and said dully: "I didn't take it just now, here you are."

Zhou Xiyun half closed his eyelids, lowering his gaze.

Qiao Yan forced himself to turn his head, trying not to pay attention to the person in front of him.

Zhou Xiyun's eyes dimmed slightly, he clenched his hands tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Go out."

Qiao Yan immediately clarified without confidence: "I didn't look at you... I didn't see anything, I didn't look around."

It's okay if you don't explain it, as soon as you open your mouth, it means that there is no silver 300 taels here, and it is obvious that you are telling lies to deceive people.

At this time, he couldn't do anything to her, let alone make too much noise. Zhou Xiyun's face froze, and his expression was a bit indescribable.

Qiao Yan kept his head buried, stepped back half a meter, resolutely refused to admit it cheekily, and carried out his choice of pretending to be dead to the end. "It was just raining outside, and my eyes got water, and I can't see anything clearly. It's still blurry now, and there are ghosts when I see things. It's the same even if I stand close, I can only see where you are, and nothing else. Nope." "Really." "I swear. Absolutely not."

While talking, Qiao Yan backed away until she reached the door, then she grabbed the handle, before explaining: "I'm just here to deliver something, I'll be leaving right away."

After finishing speaking, he carefully opened a crack in the door, turned sideways with difficulty, squeezed his way out of the crack with lowered eyebrows, and said bluntly: "You take your time, I won't bother you..."

With a bang, Mali pulled hard, and then disappeared.With a guilty conscience, he slipped away very fast, like a ghost behind him.

Zhou Xiyun stopped where he was, his slender hands were still grabbing the shirt so hard that his knuckles turned slightly white.

With one person missing, the small room changed instantly, but the feeling just now couldn't be suppressed for a while.Zhou Xiyun suppressed her lips, feeling unclear, but after a while, she still picked up the underwear on the bed, walked over, locked the door, and put it on again.

There is a full-length mirror in the small room, standing obliquely next to the wardrobe.

As she walked by, Zhou Xiyun caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she stopped for a moment, and then relaxed her vigilance and took off the shirt that covered her.The thin light coated her body with a layer of softness, making her look less alienated and cold, and more tender.

In another room, Qiao Yan was filled with remorse, and the blush on his face would not disappear for a long time.She was good at talking nonsense when she was in front of Zhou Xiyun, but she was ashamed when she turned out the door. At the same time, she felt that it was useless to run away like this, as if it was a big deal.

Both of them are women, so it's nothing at all, just look at it, and it's not like I don't have it...Zhou Xiyun's, hers, are not the same, there is no difference.

When I was young, I wore crotch pants. In the past, Ms. Xu put the two of them in the same bathtub to scrub in order to save trouble.And later she and Zhou Xiyun lived in the same dormitory during middle school, and sometimes it was too hot in summer, so the roommates could wear as little as possible at night, and no one shyly said sorry.

Of course, those were all experiences before she was a minor. How could Qiao Yan care about these back then? When he was young and ignorant, he was "unrestrained".

The more he thought about it, the more it didn't feel right. Qiao Yan quickly stopped the thought of flying to the sky and calmed down.She raised her hand to touch her hot ears, relieved it with the cold back of her hand, and then touched her cheeks and neck.

There was still grandma waiting downstairs. Qiao Yan didn't linger on it for too long, so he changed his wet clothes and went down.

Grandma didn't know anything about the two of them, and didn't notice the slightest movement. When she saw Qiao Yan, she said, "Wash the clothes, don't pile them up, or they will smell bad."

Qiao Yan said, "Wash it later, don't be in a hurry."

Grandma went over to help her brush her hair, "It's good to catch a cold."

Qiao Yan bent his knees and lowered his head to make it easier for his grandma.

The old man cared about his granddaughter and loved to chatter. He explained a lot of things and told him to make some ginger soup to drink, saying that he would not catch cold after drinking it to warm his body.

Qiao Yan agreed, but he didn't follow through. He just poured a glass of warm water to drink casually.

Zhou Xiyun came downstairs a few minutes later, and he has already returned to his original appearance, the emotion on his face is getting better, and he will not get angry because of trivial things.When Zhou Xiyun came down the stairs, he called his grandma, but he didn't greet Qiao Yan or look at her.Grandma was still kept in the dark, no matter how kindly she helped Zhou Xiyun brush her hair.

Qiao Yanchu pretended to be a transparent person, and kept quiet knowing that he was right.

Zhou Xiyun was called by his grandma, and asked to sit here.

Grandma remembered Zhou Xiyun's love, and always remembered that Qiao Yan would stay there for one night, so she called someone to Qinghe Street as a guest.

The concept of the older generation is different from that of the young people. Once they are treated well, they will pay back twice as much. It is not to separate the relationship, on the contrary, it is actually to stabilize the relationship.

Courtesy is reciprocal, the previous rules of doing things are like this.

Half an hour later, the rain was still falling, showing no signs of stopping.

Grandma pulled Zhou Xiyun and made arrangements: "I'll stay here tonight. There are enough rooms upstairs, so I won't go back." Zhou Xiyun didn't refuse and agreed.

Grandma said: "I will come here often in the future, and I will treat it as my own house. You can play with Qiao Qiao." Zhou Xiyun nodded: "Okay." The old man smiled.

There was no room for Qiao Yan to talk in the house, she couldn't get in the mouth, and she was witty and didn't disappoint, so she didn't object to it, and for grandma's sake she acquiesced, and stayed Zhou Xiyun here overnight.

Treat it as repaying favors, and each one will not owe each other after repaying.

Qiao Yan thought about it, hypnotized himself for a while, and got along with Zhou Xiyun for the time being.

The rest of the night was not long, and it passed in a blink of an eye.

Ten

Around [-]:[-], the outside was still pattering, and grandma was going to sleep, so she entered the house with a cane.Qiao Yan and Zhou Xiyun were the only ones left on the first floor, completely silent.

Qiao Yan slumped on the chair and played the game as if no one else was there.

Zhou Xiyun didn't stay on the first floor for too long, knowing that someone was determined to pretend to be blind, so he didn't go over to make trouble, and went upstairs after a while.

Qiao Yan glanced at Miss Zhou's back furtively, and when the other party came to the corner, she pretended to lower her head and continued to operate the game interface.Soon, there was only one person left in the living room.

The two have gotten too close these days, and they need to take a break.

Qiao Yan did it on purpose, keeping his eyes off Zhou Xiyun, and didn't even say a word.

Rainy nights are suitable for early rest and help improve sleep quality.

Everyone entered the house before ten o'clock this night, even Qiao Yan.She was not in the mood to play games, she hung up the phone after playing two games, and then logged out irritably, took her mobile phone and went back to the room.

The sudden big and small rain is annoying and disturbs the mood.

At night, Zhou Xiyun lifted the quilt in the small room, lay on his side and closed his eyes.

At the same moment, Qiao Yan woke up with a start, and his whole body was drenched in sweat after waking up.The time after that was a bit difficult to grasp and became very long.

Qiao Yan was half asleep and half awake, and fell into a dream where he couldn't find his way again, struggling repeatedly and sinking.

Perhaps it was the words of grandma that played a role every day. Qiao Yan vaguely dreamed of the scene when she was four or five years old. She recalled that she was too skinny and disobedient. , slipped into the second floor of the opposite house, and hid in Zhou Xiyun's room.

Zhou Xiyun wanted her to leave, but she refused, and even made him cry. "Don't tell my mother, do you hear me?" She said fiercely.Zhou Xiyun was frightened, his eyes were red.

She was quite arrogant, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Stingy, I didn't bully you, why are you always like this..." Zhou Xiyun raised his hand to wipe away his tears.Qiao Yan pursed his mouth in anger.

...It didn't take long for them to reconcile again.

Qiao Yan squatted on the ground and held Zhou Xiyun by the hand, "Oh, don't be sad." Zhou Xiyun said sullenly, "I'm not sad..." Qiao Yan leaned up to hug the man and patted him on the back.Zhou Xiyun cried again, and the teardrops fell straight down.

Qiao Yan touched the man's face and wiped away his tears, "I was wrong, I'm sorry." Zhou Xiyun sobbed twice.

"It won't happen next time," Qiao Yan said, "I promise." Zhou Xiyun was not fooled, "You lied."

Qiao Yan said affirmatively, "But I'm not lying to you." "I don't believe it." "Really."

"You said the same thing last time." "Then I lied to you?"

Zhou Xiyun thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "No." Qiao Yan pinched Zhou Xiyun's face, "Then stop crying, okay?"

The dream gradually blurred, pulled away, and replaced with another scene.

This room again, this bed.

Qiao Yan was still touching Zhou Xiyun's face, but the meaning was different. She scratched Zhou Xiyun's chin with her fingertips, she was teasing her.Zhou Xiyun pressed on top of her, breathing unsteadily, and the warm breath lightly landed on her lips.Qiao Yan asked with wandering eyes: "Zhou Xiyun, why don't you cry?" After that, her mouth was blocked.

The dark night is deep, and the boundless rich and wanton churning.