Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

She stood on the last step so that she could look at Wei Zhuang, "Are you back?"

Did you call her Frances last night? Xiaoyuan is really not sure. Who will be called Frances Weizhuang? her friend? What kind of person would her friend be? Is there a lot of people? Surely not much.

Frances, this name is very easy to call.

Xiaoyuan observed Wei Zhuang's expression, and saw her looking at her with a plain expression, which was not surprising at all.

She was expecting Wei Zhuang to hear her expression called Frances, huh? Did you really call her last night? She had a vague impression, as if she had drunk, and then waved to her and told her to go over...

"Did you eat something?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Oh," Xiaoyuan looked at her, "I have eaten." She got up late, ate brunch together, ate very rich, and went swimming after resting for a while.

"Have you eaten? Frances." Xiaoyuan called her again, she just wanted to see Wei Zhuang's reaction.

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang replied, looking down at her bare feet.

Hey, there is no obvious response? No objection, does that mean she accepts it?

Xiaoyuan is not sure whether Wei Zhuang likes her, but her tolerance, considerateness, and modesty for herself are always beyond her expectation. Under her indifferent, unspoken face, what would her sincerity look like?

She should have lost her mind again, so that Wei Zhuang raised her eyes and stared at her.

Both of Xiaoyuan's feet became tense subconsciously, and they twisted together, "I'm going to put on shoes."

She just moved, maybe she could not stand firmly, her feet twisted, and the moment her body fell towards Wei Zhuang, two thoughts buzzed in her mind:

——This is too much like a scene in a dog-blood movie, right?

——If Wei Zhuang avoids, isn't she going to fall to death?

But soon, Wei Zhuang supported her and said in a low voice: "Be careful."

As soon as Xiaoyuan stood firmly, Yu Guang just caught Wei Zhuang's gaze away from her collar. She looked down and blushed.

It was still for about a second or two. As she raised her hand to pull her nightgown, Wei Zhuang's hand was leaving her shoulder and passing in front of her eyes.

Xiaoyuan was a little stunned. For the first time, she noticed a woman's hands up close. They were very beautiful, thin and white, with faint cyan ribs on the back of the hand, and slender fingertips.

Xiao Yuan's expression suddenly solidified, and his mind turned to the details of being in bed one night-it was this woman's hand that made her so sensitive.

Her face became more and more hot, and she dared not look at Wei Zhuang now. She pulled her robe and stared directly at her feet.

With her head down, she missed the trace of fluctuations that flashed across Wei Zhuang's face.

The air was quiet for a while, and Wei Zhuang in Xiaoyuan's field of vision walked away stepping on her shoes. She let out a breath, jumped down the steps, looked for her shoes to put on, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's not three o'clock, it's too early, right?

She looked at Wei Zhuang’s back, and thought of coming here early in the morning last night, drinking again under the influence of sleeping pills, and possibly doing a mess, but she didn’t know what the mess was, and how serious was the mess?

Could it be because she affected her last night and she didn't have a good rest, so she came back from get off work early?

Xiaoyuan didn't hesitate for too long and followed her.

Seeing her pouring a glass of wine, her trousers outlined her long legs and thin waist. Even though it was more casual at home, the light and alienated temperament did not diminish much.

In fact, her aura is not externally domineering, it is a kind of dark energy hidden underwater, and it is enough to capture people.

"The doctor came in the morning," Xiaoyuan had to go through all the things she remembered last night, "Thank you..."

One of the confusions about taking sleeping pills and drinking alcohol.

Wei Zhuang gave a faint hum. She was holding the wine glass and didn't look at her, but then asked, "Did you see a psychiatrist?"

Xiaoyuan was stunned, and heard herself say: "Yes, but I don't like that doctor. Well, it's not like I don't like it or not, just not used to it."

Wei Zhuang took a sip of wine, "Do you have a accustomed doctor?"

She lowered her eyes, Xiaoyuan couldn't see her eyes.

"I used to have a doctor who has been with him for many years," Xiaoyuan said slowly, "he should be retired now."

Wei Zhuang was quiet, and took another sip of wine.

Why would she ask herself to see a psychiatrist, did she know that she had acted a very heavy play?

Xiaoyuan looked at her profile, she silently groaned, drinking, and suddenly said: "Can I stay with you for a few days?"

She took a drink while holding the glass, but turned her face to look at her.

Xiaoyuan felt a rising pressure under these unclear eyes. She was a little flustered, "I," her eyes floated to the wine glass in her hand, "I don't want to drink your wine..."

She knows that Wei Zhuang is a person with a strong sense of personal boundaries. In the past, she has always stayed for a short time, at most only a day and a half.

A few days may be too long in the boss's concept of time.

But Xiaoyuan really wanted to stay with her. Even in her empty house, she would be by her side, and she would feel safe.

Maybe by staying for a few days, she can get rid of such depression, and those memories can be evacuated and faded.

"Yes." Wei Zhuang looked at her for a while and said two words.

Xiaoyuan's heart suddenly rejoiced, and her dark pupils also lit up, "Really? Ah, I promise not to affect your work, and I promise not to do the things of last night."

As soon as these words fell, Wei Zhuang's eyes came again, shining with indescribable light.

"?" Xiaoyuan blinked.

Wei Zhuang put down the wine glass and looked at her, "Do you remember what you did last night?"

Xiaoyuan's heart jumped suddenly.

It seems that last night, besides the unhealthy and unadvisable behavior of drinking sleeping pills and other unhealthy behaviors, she also did something more confused and excessive.

She didn't dare to say that she didn't remember, so could she just admit her mistake?

But if Wei Zhuang asks her where she is wrong, don't you still have to say you don't remember? Let's be honest.

"I have no impression." Xiaoyuan lowered her face, hesitating, and whispered: "I, I was wrong."

After a moment of silence, Xiaoyuan noticed that Wei Zhuang had already reached her, and the eyes of the two met in front of her.

Both of them wore indoor flat shoes. Wei Zhuang was still nearly ten centimeters taller than her. She looked down at the small garden, her voice calm, "Don't remember?"

Xiaoyuan blinked, suppressing the nervous skin reaction, and his mind was running wildly.

what? what?

"I..." She had a guilty conscience before she even remembered it.

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the oxygen gradually became thinner. Xiaoyuan couldn't bear the pressure. She couldn't help but staggered backwards, her calf hit the back of a single sofa, she had to stop, and Wei Zhuang also After a step, she didn't even have a chance to run away.

"..." Xiaoyuan passively looked up at her, her white face flushed with nervousness.

Wei Zhuang has long and slender eyebrows, deep eyes, a tall nose, light lips and thin lips. Once she has no expressions, she will naturally exude a jade carving-like three-dimensional sense of coldness.

Even if the two have had intimate moments, it is difficult for Xiaoyuan to guess her inner thoughts and rarely see any warm reactions from her.

At this moment, there was a slight inquiring color under her eyes, and her long eyelashes flickered lightly, and the sense of coldness was removed a lot, as if the surrounding air was locked by her.

Xiaoyuan had to tilt her head back, try to breathe a few centimeters, and bit her lip in a panic.

"Really don't remember?" The woman whispered across the air, leaving a little fragrant breath.

Xiaoyuan’s ears were hot, and her body folded back and leaned against the sofa. Even if she was flexible and had good waist strength, she couldn’t hold it for long, "..."

The posture is awkward, the atmosphere is ambiguous, and the momentum is too much to lose. Her heart is about to pop out. She panicked and rushed to the army, "I don't remember, why don't you help me remember?"

The atmosphere was quiet.

Xiaoyuan watched Wei Zhuang's expression froze for an instant, too close, the slightest change could be captured.

Xiaoyuan blinked in surprise, and his heart jumped twice.

The two looked at each other and no one spoke.

The two were close at hand. The eyes were the most sensitive organs, the most revealing of people's minds, and Xiao Yuan's eyes fell on Wei Zhuang's lips involuntarily.

Her heart shook violently, and the broken link in her memory flashed instantly, buckled it, and made a crisp "click" sound.

The scene reappears: I sit on Wei Zhuang’s knees, lower my head to kiss her lips, and kiss her...

Xiaoyuan's heart had to touch his throat, and his pupils couldn't help but tremble, and the blush on his face quickly spread to his ears...

Wei Zhuang's eyes became a little deeper, and the air was frozen. You looked at me and I looked at you.

"..."

"..."

Xiaoyuan remembered.

Wei Zhuang also knew she remembered.

Xiaoyuan also knew that she knew she remembered.

Wei Zhuang stepped back, the air circulated with the fragrance of her breath again, Xiaoyuan felt her gaze move from the top of her hair, eyes, and down a circle, her thin lips moved slightly, and the curvature of her words was just slightly slightly. Kai, disappeared, like water ripples on the lake surface slightly rippling and disappearing.

She said nothing, turned and walked away.

Xiaoyuan looked at her figure, let out a big breath, suddenly covered her face, and ran to her room.

Shame, shame, too shame.

She blushed and ran away, and the hem of her dressing gown fluttered. Wei Zhuang turned back and took a look, just in time to see the moment her white calf entered the room lightly.

——Do you still need me to help you remember?

This sentence and the following actions were almost integral, forming naturally in her brain. As long as the instructions were issued, her limbs would execute them, but she was stopped by her.

Why is there such an impulse?

Wei Zhuang's deep eyes shone with a shallow, suspicious light.

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