shallow to deep GL

I just heard that Zhang Wenbin's mother was not very strict with him. Such a large group of classmates came to the house, but they just found a chef to cook a meal and then left. The huge house was handed over to a group of high school students with confidence.

Ai Qian was stunned, compared to him, she seemed to be a little worse.

The wind at night was a bit strong. She came back from the bathroom and passed a long corridor. It was the first time she came to Zhang Wenbin's house. She was a little strange and curious, so she walked over and opened the window in the corridor to see what was connecting that street.

But before she had time to look over, a pair of figures crashed into her sight.

Ai Qian didn't turn on the light here, so she couldn't be seen outside, but she could see clearly on the other side.

On a small balcony stretched out, under the funnel-shaped goose yellow light, Zhuo Liang and Zhang Wenbin were standing face to face. It must have been standing for a long time. Zhang Wenbin's coat was draped over Zhuo Liang's body.

Ai Qian first stretched out her head to look over, only to feel that it was impolite to spy like this, she retracted her head and wanted to close the window, but suddenly heard Zhuo Liang's choking sound.

She gritted her teeth, let go, opened the window a little more, moved a little to the left, and put her ear on it.

Only listening to Zhuoyue's end seemed to have been crying for a while, with a strong sniffing voice, she said: You always knew, right, you deliberately kept a distance from me, but didn't push me away, you must have known.

Zhang Wenbin replied in a low voice: We are friends and have always been.

After hearing this, Ai Qian raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, and instantly understood what the two people outside were talking about.

Excellence cried twice, anyway, I don't care, I will leave the words here today.

Zhang Wenbin held her shoulders and gave her some comfort, Zhuo Zhuo, I hope you understand that we are still young.

When Zhuo Liang heard this, he became excited instantly. He raised his head to look at Zhang Wenbin, pointed in the direction of the living room, and yelled in a high voice: Is this an excuse? What about her?

Zhang Wenbin, what are you two doing!

Zhuoyou's words were interrupted by someone who came, and then there was a burst of chatter, the lights were turned off, and Zhang Wenbin said in a low voice: Don't cry, it's time to be seen.

After they walked for a while, Ai Qian breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly from the corridor towards the living room.

The game continued without waiting for her. Everyone took advantage of tomorrow's weekend to play to their heart's content. The joy was passed on, and Ai Qian also joined in without accident.

Time is passing quietly.

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Ai Qian didn't know why Zhang Wenbin was so persistent and insisted on taking her downstairs.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the road was dark, so she didn't shirk any more, and the two of them walked side by side and arrived at the destination without talking.

Ai Qian turned around and smiled at him.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The two spoke in unison, then paused, and Ai Qian spoke first, thank you for sending me back.

Zhang Wenbin smiled, it should be, thank you for being able to attend my birthday.

With a sound, Ai Qianen took out the key from her pocket, and then turned around, but was grabbed by Zhang Wenbin's wrist.

She turned to look at him suspiciously.

Ai Qian, I

Before they finished speaking, the sides of the two suddenly lit up. Ai Qian turned her head to look, and saw the light in the room pass through the glass window, and hit the flowerbed beside her directly, and she could see the wind and grass move The signs, such a night, made her a little uncomfortable.

She suddenly felt a lie, subconsciously broke free from Zhang Wenbin's hand, said goodbye casually, opened the door and walked in.

The inside of the house and the outside are two different worlds, isolated from all the cold, and the warmth that is at a loss rushes in from the whole body, making it impossible for her to escape.

And the smell of smoke.

Very strong smell of smoke.

She couldn't hold back when she entered the door, and coughed heavily while covering her nose.

Ai Qian understood that the light source just now was turned on by the person on the sofa.

At this moment, she was sitting obliquely, with her legs crossed, one hand supporting her head looking tired, and the other hand was still holding a cigarette, the red color of the cigarette was burning, her fingers were long and slender, her thumb was slightly bent, There is laziness between the smoke and the fingers.

Ai Qian watched from afar as she slowly put the cigarette holder into her mouth, pursed her pale red lips and took a deep breath, the cigarette butt burned inward for a while, then took it out again, and exhaled into the air.

It was the first time she saw Qin Zishuang smoking, but she didn't expect that such a small cigarette could produce such an enchanting charm.

Son, sister Zishuang.Ai Qian called softly at the door. Although the voice was very small, she knew that she could hear it in this faint night.

Qin Zishuang didn't look back, and brought the cigarette closer, but paused in mid-air, and finally snuffed it out in the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts on the table.

what time is it.

Ai Qian couldn't hear the tone of her words. She didn't know whether it was a questioning sentence or just a statement lightly.

She swallowed her saliva, looked up a little, then moved back to her face, two o'clock.

After speaking, Qin Zishuang didn't reply, but turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

Ai Qian stepped back subconsciously, and said abruptly: "I haven't slept yet."

It feels so bad to say it.