my neighbour

Lin Wen hurried downstairs, closed the door, and slid on the ground with his back against the cold anti-theft door.

"What's this called?"

She stretched out her hand and patted her cheek vigorously, then stood up again and walked to the bathroom.

The cold water slowly flowed from the faucet, and soon wet Lin Wen's hands.She quickly scooped up a few handfuls of water and rinsed her face.

……

"Fuck!"

Lin Wen half-closed his eyes, his hands were covered with make-up that had been covered with water.The black mascara got into the eyes, it was hot and painful.

She reached out to the makeup remover and cotton pads by the sink, poured some, and began to remove makeup roughly.

Why did Song Yin suddenly seem like a different person?

Lin Wen threw down the yellowed cotton pad, took another one and stuck it on his face.

If I hadn't kicked her down then...

Lin Wen's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Song Yin is the type she likes, but also the type she fears the most.

Like a rose with thorns, fragrant and dangerous.

She put down the last piece of cotton pad, and then began to squeeze facial cleanser to cleanse.He wrung out the towel and wiped his face thoroughly.

It's already ten o'clock in the evening.

Lin Wen suddenly became anxious.

Song Yin wouldn't fire her, would he? !

more anxious...

Obviously she is the "victim", but she has to worry about losing her job here.

Fucklife!

After much deliberation, Lin Wen was still going to find Song Yin to explain.

In short, it is:

Admit cowardly.

……

Lin Wen stood in front of Song Yin's door, took several deep breaths, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

Song Yin's long hair was a little messy, and there were wet tears on his face.Three buttons were torn off the white shirt, and a blue-black silk scarf hung loosely on it.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and Song Yin was hiding in the darkness, so Lin Wen couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Song Yin... that... I..."

Lin Wen stammered, not knowing how to speak.Before she could finish speaking, Song Yin dragged her into the room.

Song Yin's strength was surprisingly great, and he grabbed her with both hands like pliers, and Lin Wen struggled in horror:

"What are you doing?! Are you fucking sick?? Let me go!!"

In the next second, Lin Wen was thrown to the ground by Song Yin, and the back of his head hit the wooden floor, making a dull "bang".

Song Yin pressed on her body, with his hands resting on both sides of her head.

"I'm not sick."

Lin Wen rolled his eyes in the dark: "All right, all right, Mr. Song, can you please let me go?"

Song Yin sat on Lin Wen's lower abdomen.

Lin Wen: ...

"I want to throw up."

Song Yin raised his butt, just as Song Yin's pressure on her eased, Lin Wen raised his leg again, ready to push Song Yin down.

Song Yin pressed down again, making Lin Wen feel sick for a while.

"Don't go."

Lin Wen was speechless.

She closed her eyes and completely gave up resisting.

Song Yin pressed her, and she felt the graceful curves of her body thoroughly.

...It's actually... a little cool.

Pooh!

At this time, a slender black metal object fell out of Song Yin's shirt pocket.It hit the floor with a "click".

Lin Wen looked at that thing, then at Song Yin, and finally said, "Hey, your cigarette is gone."

"What cigarette?" Song Yin was puzzled.

"e-cigarette!"

Song Yin was stunned suddenly, and her breathing began to become rapid. The next second, she rolled over from Lin Wen's body.

Lin Wen got up inexplicably, and saw Song Yin picked up the black e-cigarette and was caressing the cold metal shell thoughtfully.

Then he looked at Lin Wen who was still on the floor:

"roll."

Lin Wen got up.

"What did you say?"

Song Yin ignored her, turned around and turned on the light in the room, and the dark room suddenly became bright.

"Just pretend you didn't see what happened today. I'll give you a sum of money tomorrow, so you resign."

Lin Wen stepped forward quickly and grabbed Song Yin's collar: "Song Yin, you bastard!"

Then he shoved her away violently and left angrily.

Halfway through, Lin Wen turned his head again, his angry voice choked with sobs: "Alipay or WeChat or bank card?"

Song Yin was stunned.

Lin Wen said again: "If you go back on your word, I'll find a reporter to expose you! You... you pervert!"

After scolding was not enough, I continued to scold: "Mom Qiaoli!"

……

After Lin Wen left, Song Yin finished two plates of pasta alone in a leisurely manner.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Song Yin lit a cigarette, and began to smoke with blurred eyes.

The withered heart beat slowly and weakly this time.

She put out her cigarette, stood up and walked to the French window, feeling the cool breeze of midnight.

Lin Wen...

Song Yin stroked his smooth chin.

very funny.