a delicate flower

As soon as Xing Lu entered the room, she went to Ai Lang's closet to find out her pajamas, went into the bathroom to take a bath, and was not polite to Ai Lang at all.

After she took a shower and came out to look for a hair dryer, she saw Ai Lang sitting alone at the computer desk. She looked at the living room and asked Ai Lang: "Is Zhuang Lin going back? It's so late, where does he sleep?" ah."

Ai Lang was staring at the laptop screen in a daze. When he heard Xing Lu come out, he pretended to be happily typing on the keyboard, deleting while typing, and typing again after deleting.Hearing this, he unconsciously pressed the delete key harder and said, "Who cares about him? It has nothing to do with me."

Xing Lu was blowing her hair with a "buzzing" sound from the hair dryer. She didn't hear what Ai Lang said, so she turned off the hair dryer and asked, "Huh?"

Ellen: "No."

Xing Lu: "Ah oh."

Xing Lu continued to dry her hair, the only sound in the bedroom was the hum of the hair dryer.Ai Lang finally had an excuse to be restless and write a copy, got up, took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After Ai Lang took a shower, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.Xing Lu consciously occupied half of the bed. She covered her thighs with a quilt and leaned against the bedside to play with her mobile phone. Seeing Ai Lang come out, she said, "I just chatted with Zhuang Lin on WeChat to show my concern."

Ai Lang wiped his hair lightly, and the sound of scratching in his ear also decreased a lot, but he didn't intend to ask questions.

Xing Lu secretly glanced at Ai Lang's side face, and now she said simply: "He stayed in a small hotel near the school, and said that there are quite a lot of people going out to open rooms tonight."

After all, it is New Year's Eve, and this kind of festival with its own sense of ritual can always drive the economic development of the rental industry around the school.

Ai Lang dried his hair, hugged another quilt and lay down on the other side of the bed. He turned his back to Xing Lu and said, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Xing Lu snorted twice, turned over, lay on the bedside and stretched out her hand to turn off the light, she suddenly asked again: "Hey, baby, during a certain period of time when I didn't sleep with you, don't you Get into the habit of yelling at the person next to your pillow when you're drowsy, right? Have you? For my sake of innocence, I have to make sure in advance."

Ellen replied impatiently: "Shut up, you."

Xing Lu responded fluently, and sweetly replied: "Hey!"

"..."

Ailang's closed eyes suddenly opened again. He stared at the wall opposite the bed, seriously reflecting on Xing Lu's words. He thought about it, thought about it, and then closed his eyes. Drag it indoors.

Xing Lu asked behind him: "Oh, why are you going?"

Ellen didn't want to answer her.

During a certain period of time when he and Zhuang Lin lived together, it was a daily routine to rub his legs on Zhuang Lin's body, it was a daily routine to gnaw on the other's shoulder when he fell asleep, and it was a daily routine to ride on him in the morning...

And in the short two days since he and Zhuang Lin separated, it was normal for him to sleep with a pillow between his legs...

……

When Ai Lang came back again, Xing Lu stared dumbfounded at the line where Ai Lang piled sofa pillows, spare double pillows, thick coats and other items in the middle of the bed, marking the [-]th line of the Milky Way.

·

Early next morning.

Ai Lang and Xing Lu slept until 8:[-] or so, and the fact that "being late is an inevitable event" was placed in front of them. Facing the remaining seven or eight minutes, the two sat on the bed with disheveled hair and widened their eyes. Eyes, unanimously passed the decision to skip class.

Xing Lu touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, got into the bed again, and muttered, "Hurry up and find someone to answer for us first, the roll call at the end of the term is too crazy."

Ailang Chenqi's voice was a little hoarse. He bent over the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "help me order..."

There was silence in the bedroom for a while, and Ailang suddenly sat up straight. He got up and got out of bed, walked out of the living room, opened the curtains of the living room, and saw the direction facing the gate of the community. Sure enough, he saw a tall and straight figure standing in a familiar car. next to the car.

As soon as Ai Lang walked from the heated bedroom to the living room, he felt the temperature drop suddenly, which shows how low the outdoor temperature is.He took a look, then opened the curtains with one hand, turned back to the bedroom and said to Xing Lu, "Tell Zhuang Lin that we are going to skip class, so don't wait downstairs."

Xing Lu raised her head, blinked inexplicably, and asked, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Ai Lang asked back: "Is it appropriate for me to talk to him about this!"

Ai Lang used the context of the exclamation particle, and used the exclamation mark to strongly indicate "inappropriate" in the context, and "what" did not express a questioning tone, but Xing Lu blinked at him and replied: "It is appropriate."

"..."

Ai Lang and Xing Lu stared at each other, but Ai Lang looked away first, and said, "Forget it, let him continue to wait."

Xing Lu let out a "tch", lowered her head and made a call to Zhuang Lin, and turned on the handset.

Zhuang Lin: "Sister?"

Xing Lu: "Hey, Ailang and I are going to skip class today, aren't you waiting for us?"

Zhuang Lin: "..."

Xing Lu: "Hurry up and go first, you will be late when you go back now."

Zhuang Lin: "Okay."

Xing Lu hung up the phone and watched Ai Lang lie back on the bed again. The two of them were lying on the bed and playing with their mobile phones. The dividing line in the middle of the big bed remained the same as last night.

After each of them stayed quietly for a while, Xing Lu suddenly turned the phone back on the quilt covering her chest, said "tsk", and said, "Ai Lang, let's discuss your problem."

Ai Lang turned his head inexplicably, looked at Xing Lu, and asked, "Huh?"

Xing Lu was about to speak, but was interrupted by the unfamiliar doorbell. She choked back, stretched out her foot from the bed, crossed the [-]th line and kicked Ailang's quilt, and said, "Your doorbell It rang."

Ailang was wrapped in a thick quilt, and Xing Lu's foot was neither painful nor itchy. He wondered if it was Zhuang Lin, but he didn't say it. He got up, wrapped his nightgown, with a faint impatient expression on his face— —

As soon as the door opened, Ailang leaned against the door and looked at Zhuang Lin standing in front of him. The other party was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and Jun's face was a little red from the cold. He was carrying two bags in his hand, one containing I ordered two bowls of soup in disposable thermos bowls, and one bag contained a take-out box.

Ai Lang only glanced at it and asked, "what is this?"

His tone of speech was lukewarm, not to mention a bad attitude, but compared with his previous speaking style of three enthusiastic sentences mixed with an invisible car, the meaning of alienation was self-evident.

As soon as Zhuang Lin opened his mouth, he exhaled a cloud of light mist, and said, "Two bowls of soup wontons and one soup dumpling."

Ai Lang's eyes fell from Zhuang Lin's face to the bag again, Zhuang Lin stretched out his hand to him, and the bag moved to Ai Lang.Ai Lang twitched one corner of his mouth, and his eyes followed the direction of the twitching of the corner of his mouth, making a subconscious micro-expression of disgust.He took the bag and was about to issue an order to evict the guests, Zhuang Lin asked first: "Will the senior go to class in the afternoon?"

In fact, when Zhuang Lin didn't deliberately smile, his naturally good face still carried an aura of defenselessness, and it looked more pure and defenseless.

Ai Lang looked up at him, took a step back and closed the door of the apartment. When there was only a palm gap between the door and the door frame, Ai Lang said succinctly: "Go."

Zhuang Lin's gesture of goodwill was too obvious.Moreover, since the dispute over recording the bed photo video on Friday night, Zhuang Lin disappeared for two days over the weekend, and when he came back, he abandoned the tough threats and temptations and started to play the card of warmth.

But taking a step back, Zhuang Lin's playing the warmth card is equivalent to taking a step back, no longer pressing him step by step, and Ailang also has room to breathe and calm down.

fair enough.

Xing Lu rinsed her mouth and sat down at the dining table.She tilted her neck, rolled the Dragon Ball massage roller on her shoulders and neck, looked at the net wonton in front of her, and said, "Hey, this soup wonton is what you like, and I like it." It’s wonton mix.”

Xing Lu opened the bag in the thermos bowl, and let out a hypocritical "噫".

Ai Lang was too lazy to talk, Xing Lu enlightened herself: "Hey, that's all, and what right do I have to pick and choose? If it weren't for your favor, I would still have to spend this winter morning , I braved the cold and ran out to buy breakfast, alas."

Ailang calmly interrupted Xing Lu's self-orgasm and asked, "So why don't you order takeaway?"

"..."

Xing Lu was at a loss for words. When Ai Lang lowered his head to eat wonton, he grinned his teeth and made a face of disdain. When Ai Lang raised his head, he put his hands together and said very reverently: "itadakimasu!"