Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Jiang Li'an wanted to borrow a candle and a lighter.

The safe passage sign in the corridor exudes a faint green light, and the boundless darkness swallows people up. Jiang Li'an swallowed, subconsciously tightened the neckline of the windbreaker, and listened to the knock on the door echoing in the silence: "Hello?"

Please, open the door.

This is really scary.

The door was opened from the inside, and it was a strange boy who opened the door. He looked about 20 years old, quite young, with good features, and a very gentle and ordinary appearance.

When he saw her, he froze for a moment: "Who are you?"

The door was ajar, and Jiang Li'an could still hear noisy voices, laughing and cursing, it was a bit noisy, there were quite a lot of people, it sounded like a gathering of friends, the voices were all young boys, mixed together.

Jiang Li'an looked at him, and paused for half a beat. He didn't expect his neighbor to look like this at all...

In her impression, from the speech to the tone of the other party, he was probably a male high school student in his eighteenth or nineteenth year, maybe a little cold and arrogant, and maybe a little pulled when he smiled.

It's just a bit like Shen Qingzhuo.

Unexpectedly, the real person is so gentle!

Like the big brother next door.

Completely overturned Jiang Li'an's impression!
"Hello." Jiang Li'an came back to his senses, looked at this face, and then thought of the conversation in WeChat. He was in a delicate mood, and he adjusted his words: "I am the neighbor next door, do you have any extra candles in your house? I can purchase."

"Wait a minute," the man said.

You can see the living room from behind him, the electricity is off, your vision is dim, and you can vaguely discern a large space, decorated in cool tones of black, white and gray, living alone in a boy's home, there are several boys sitting on the big sofa, there are also chairs, and on the coffee table There was a pile of cigarettes and alcohol, they were talking, playing games with their heads down, their voices were lazy and noisy.

On the far left side of the sofa, there is a person sitting alone. Half of his body is sunk in the soft sofa. His expression is hidden in the darkness and his expression is quite relaxed. His outline is deep and stern.

He held the mobile phone in his left hand and flicked on the screen, and held a cigarette in the other hand, with scarlet flickering between his fingers, showing off his slender and slender knuckles. He never raised his head from the beginning to the end, indifferent.

His voice was missing from the noisy voices.

It was obviously a very lively atmosphere, but his side was covered with ice, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, but this didn't hinder him, he was the center of everyone, and everything revolved around him.

"Fuck, Jin Enze, you fucked me up."

"I didn't look!"

"Come on, let's start a group!"

"Brother, what's wrong with you tonight? Are you in a bad mood? I almost thought I owed you 500 million."

"He's like this when he's in a bad mood. Could it be that he broke up with his partner? Fuck, isn't it, brother, you will be dumped one day too?!"

Those voices reached Jiang Li'an's ears, and she couldn't help but look at that person twice.

The living room was too dark, Jiang Li'an couldn't see his face clearly, he raised his foot and kicked the person who was speaking hard, his movements were a bit cold and ruffian.

Judging from his body shape, he is an extremely superior type, cold and sluggish, not easy to mess with, and still has a youthful air.

Get dumped?How miserable!
Being handsome can also be scummed.

Jiang Li'an couldn't help sympathizing with him, but on the other hand, he had an indescribably strange feeling in his heart, why does this person look so much like her partner?
Impossible, how could Shen Qingzhuo appear next to her!
Jiang Li'an could only attribute this absurd feeling to the fact that he missed his boyfriend so much that he had hallucinations.

She looked back and waited for someone.

The boy who opened the door rummaged through the boxes for a while, and shouted, "Brother Zhuo, where are your candles?"

— Who are you calling?
"The far left, the second drawer below, take it yourself." A cold and impatient voice sounded, shattering Jiang Li'an's last illusion.

What a coincidence, this person not only looks very similar to her boyfriend, but also has the same voice!
Ming Feiyi snorted, walked to the boy's side to look for candles, yelled at the boys beside him, winked, and lowered his voice.

"Look at the door, beauty! This little sister looks real, isn't she prettier than those big stars? I've got those legs, they're white and straight. By the way, when did you have such a beautiful neighbor? Do you have WeChat? I want!"

Shen Qingzhuo's finger that was manipulating the game suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at the door!
The girl stood there a little awkwardly, the whole living room and the corridor were pitch black due to the power outage, she was so white that she glowed.

From a dim viewing angle, she was wearing a long windbreaker jacket, her legs were extremely beautiful, somehow damp, her whole body was wet, she was unconsciously alluring, her eyes were a little dazed looking into the house.

Eyes meet.

Shen Qingyao stared at her fixedly, not even knowing when the characters in the game would be killed. His teammate turned on the microphone violently and cursed, and the voice resounded in the living room amidst the chaotic background. bang.

The other boys who were shocked all looked towards him, and there was a brief silence in the atmosphere.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhuo?"

"You hang up?!!!"

Jiang Li'an took half a step back, his brain was still in confusion, he couldn't believe that he would see Shen Qingzhuo here.

He was sitting on the sofa, with a sharp and deep outline, even in the dark, he was far more noticeable than other people. At this moment, he raised his head suddenly, under the short broken hair, looking at her with gloomy eyes, extremely aggressive and aggressive. Dangerous, as if she would be pierced through in the next second.

The smoke held between his slender fingers was scarlet like the cold flames in his eyes, and the faintly lingering smoke cast an indifferent shadow on his tall nose.

The bang sound woke up not only those boys, but also Jiang Li'an.

She licked the corner of her lower lip with difficulty, her heartbeat swelled, and she always felt like she was about to finish.

"Brother Zhuo, are you going to ask for WeChat for me? You don't need to ask for it myself..." Ming Feiyi was particularly moved.

Shen Qingzhuo straightened up, extinguished the cigarette, and walked towards the door step by step.

That body shape, that walking posture.

Jiang Li'an involuntarily took a small step back.

Walking in front of Jiang Li'an, the white sneakers approached her toes.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Li'an from top to bottom, and then moved from her legs to her face: "Neighbor?"

The tone of the voice is very casual.

Those eyes are very unscrupulous, indifference and desire are intertwined into a debauchery with deep meaning.

It was as if all the clothes had been stripped off after just one glance.

"Uh, yes..."

He was tall, standing in front of her like this, he felt very oppressive, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

Jiang Li'an was a little dazed, and lost his speech system in an instant.

She had just finished taking a shower, her slightly curly long hair was also wet behind her, water droplets dripped along the tip of her hair, her face was bright and delicate, her eyes were full of mist, her lips were very red, she looked at Shen Qingzhuo in a daze .

That look made Shen Qingzhuo feel angry.

"What do you want to borrow?"