Mobile phone.

Turning to Ji Yuan's WeChat, the two are still on the progress of adding friends.

Ying Shuhuan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing this time, Ji Yuan probably fell asleep.

He didn't know why Ji Yuan was so young, but lived the work and rest time of the elderly.

By coincidence, he still sent a "good night" in the past.

Ying Shuhuan stared nervously at the phone, and after a long time, there was a "ding dong", a notification.

After living for more than 20 years, Ying Shuhuan felt nervous for the first time, which was different from any previous nervousness.

——From Ji Yuan.

He felt like he had stopped breathing.

Click to open the chat box.

Ying Shuhuan: Good night.

Ji Yuan: Received, 1.

Ying Shuhuan: ...

What a straight man!That's it? ?

He covered his face, obviously complaining, but he couldn't restrain his heartbeat from speeding up, his joyful mood, and the corners of his mouth raised.

At this moment, the thought that I have been avoiding and not thinking about finally couldn't be shut down at this moment. Under the influence of the hormones that have been singing and dancing all night and vented all night, ripples appeared like sour and sweet soda bubbles.

I really want to go home, I really want to see him.

Well... like him.

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