[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

As soon as Kuaiyin came out of the bar, he felt something was wrong.

He knew that Iris and Jenny had a good relationship, but was that girl really Jenny?He didn't seem to see Iris next to her very often.

But speaking of it, the girls around Iris actually looked pretty much the same to him—yellow hair, black hair, green hair, colorful hair, straight and curly, straight and curly, all had the same smile, The same look, except Iris.

Except his Iris.

His Iris.

Although not now, Kuaiyin was still a little excited, and touched his goggles unconsciously.God, he fucking loves that title.

And her tone of voice was weird too.

Give him the illusion that all the other dancers know they're together, and that Iris likes him.

By the way, does Iris really know that he passes by there every day and goes in to see her?Then what is her attitude?

Knowing that Iris may already know that he likes her, Kuaiyin passed the unlit path in distress, and came to Iris again.

He saw the small black shadow from a distance, she was squatting there, leaning her head against the wall, yawning one after another, looking extremely tired.The false eyelashes were torn off by her and thrown on the ground, and Kuaiyin could fully feel the clarity hidden behind that from a long distance away—even though it was foggy now.

Feeling Kuaiyin's arrival, Iris stood up quickly, and she looked at him expectantly: "Did you find it?"

Kuaiyin shook his head, watching her dim eyes cautiously.

"Oh, well, thank you anyway."

She squatted down again, lowered her head and hugged herself, as if she was going to sleep there all night.

Then after about ten seconds, she looked up again and looked at him expressionlessly: "Aren't you going home?"

Kuaiyin stood there without moving, and looked at her without blinking: "You...would you like to stay at my house for one night?"

?

Kuaiyin was a little flustered, and he stammered, "Well...although it's not very big...but..."

Iris stood up slowly and looked at him with her arms around her.

Kuaiyin became even more flustered: "So...Actually...you can come to my house for a while, they are all asleep now, as long as...it's OK."

Iris nodded, her face heated up again, she yawned a little, and then wiped away her physical tears.

"That's fantastic, you're such a nice guy."

Kuaiyin nodded along, not knowing what to say.

She stood up very familiarly, and when Kuaiyin half-embraced her and was about to set off, she lazily added:

"Remember to stop at Nathan's place, I'll take off my makeup."

The girl in the backstage had disappeared. Iris squeezed the makeup remover on her hand and asked him vaguely: "Is there anyone here when you came just now?"

Quicksilver nodded, and then realized that Iris still couldn't see it: "Yes, she told me her name is Jenny."

"Huh?" Iris opened her eyes wide in surprise, and there were still some white foams on her face: "Didn't Jenny go back a long time ago?"

Kuaiyin shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Iris turned on the faucet and tried the water temperature again: "Did she say anything to you?"

Kuaiyin shook his head, he was embarrassed to say what they talked about her, he subconsciously covered up: "It's nothing, she told me that there is no key in the locker room."

Then Kuaiyin remembered what she said about Iris already knowing that he was looking at her, and his brows and eyes dimmed.

"really?"

Iris gave him a suspicious look, and wiped the water off her face with a small cotton cloth.

Then, like last time, she squatted in the cabinet next to her to rummage through the masks.

"She also said you can't always find things."

Kuaiyin added a sentence in a strange way.

"What the hell!?" Iris exclaimed exaggeratedly, "It means that she puts it in a place I can't remember every time, so why didn't I clean it up?"

She muttered in a low voice dissatisfied: "Jenny is really."

Iris yanked open a drawer, angrily took out the mask and put it on: "Look, it's not the same place as last time."

Quicksilver: "..."

He thought it was a place.

But the clever Kuaiyin chose to keep silent on this matter,

"Going back?" he asked tentatively.

"Okay, let's go."

Iris stood up slowly, squinted her eyes unconsciously, as if looking for which direction he was, and then staggered to his side.

Kuaiyin was startled by her, and then he caught her firmly.

"Let's go."

He sighed silently, how sleepy he must be, working so late every day.

Ignoring the ambiguous emotions in his heart, Kuaiyin carefully protected her neck and ran home.

Iris really fell asleep.

After Kuaiyin arrived home, when she called Iris's name several times and she didn't answer, he gently put her on the bed, helped her take off her shoes, and then covered her with the quilt.

Iris snorted unconsciously, turned sideways and curled up.

He squatted aside, like some kind of large white-haired dog with an owner, watching her motionless.

This feeling is actually very strange. After knowing that he actually likes her for unknown reasons, he actually doesn't want to see her for a short time.

Should it be fear?

Not too sure.

Iris sleeps very well, unlike her bear-like personality when she wakes up, she usually doesn't move much after she falls asleep.

Except for the slightly undulating belly during the long breaths and the unconsciously flailing eyelashes, the quietness makes one can't help looking at her all the time, even if she really has to be quiet like this for a second.

The long wine-red hair was messily scattered on the pillow, and the color was a little dark, which made her fair complexion even more beautiful, and it looked very good on his blue quilt.

Even though there was no sunshine, Kuaiyin seemed to see those 1000 million glittering butterflies.

On Iris's hot cheeks, on her eyelashes, on her burgundy hair, on his own blue quilt.

How do you say that word?

Flourishing and shining.

Kuaiyin glanced slightly at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was not sleepy at all.

After taking one last look at Iris, he rushed to the bathroom, quietly turned on the tap, and began to wash.