The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

The big clock in the square not far away struck twelve.

"We've caught up," Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "After twelve o'clock, it's another day."

After Lan left from the airport in the morning, he hitched a ride along the road with the map in front of him. Finally, it took him [-] hours to join five cars and finally arrived in Jincheng from Dongdu without using his ID card.

It was exactly eleven o'clock at night.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming?" Lin Sanqian hadn't recovered from Lan's sudden surprise.

He wiped off the white mist from his glasses, and stared at Lan for a moment, as if he was afraid that the sudden surprise would disappear.

"When I was at the airport, I checked the weather forecast, and it said that there might be snowfall in Jincheng tonight," Lan Xiao said, "You will want to see me in such weather."

"...I want to see you too." Lan added.

Lin Sanqian was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Lan Ming asked knowingly.

Lin Sanqian looked at him: "It's too foul to fall in love with my mirror image."

After all, the other party is a copy of himself, knowing all his happiness and expectations.

Lan took Sanqian's hand and hugged him into his arms: "Then, can I trouble Professor Lin to get used to this kind of foul?"

"Okay." Lin Sanqian said in a low voice.

He pressed against the blue, and "Blue Dawn" mixed with the cold air poured into his nostrils.

When meeting Lan for the first time, Lin Sanqian was also hugged by the other party.

He clearly remembered that Lan's body temperature was very low at that time, as if he had driven a long, long way in a snowstorm to come to him.

This time, Lan really drove a thousand kilometers to see him.

Lin Sanqian lowered his eyes, and his eyes just fell on the dark red blood spots solidified on the other party's stockings, and he frowned: "Did you get injured on the way?"

Lan followed his gaze and lowered his head, frowned disgustedly: "It's not my blood, it was accidentally splashed when I beat someone."

"When I was carpooling, I met an old man who was a bad critic. He really thought I was a single woman who was easy to bully, and tried to touch me." Lan shrugged, "Then I gave him a good lesson, and he probably has a psychological shadow. He never dared to harass women in his life."

Saying that, Lan naturally took off the blood-stained stockings and shoes and threw them into the trash can, and stepped on the snow with her bare feet, her white ankles submerged in the snow.

Mirrored people are not as fragile as flesh-and-blood humans. They don't feel pain, and they don't care about hot or cold weather. After being injured, they immediately shatter into glass slag, and the wound heals automatically after 24 hours.

But when Lan walked back stepping on the snow, his body trembled slightly.

The biting coolness came from the soles of his feet, and he frowned unconsciously, a little confused by this strange feeling.

Lan didn't worry about his subtle physical changes.

At this moment, Lin Sanqian had already bought a pair of cotton slippers from a convenience store, and put them in front of Lan: "Don't step on the snow with bare feet, it's easy to get frostbite."

Because he found that Lan's ankles were already a little red from the cold.

Since Lan Neng appeared in 24 hours, many of his characteristics are getting closer and closer to humans.

Lan froze for a moment, then obediently put her feet into the shoes.

Lin Sanqian also took off the snowman's blue scarf and wrapped it around the blue naked neck.

"In public, it's better to learn to be human."

Lin Sanqian said, and tied the scarf for Lan.

After wrapping up Lan, Sanqian began to dress up Lan's snowman.

He tried to put blue lipstick on the snowman, but it was too difficult, the lipstick paste couldn't stick to the snow smoothly, and the snow melted easily after wiping it off with his hands.

Lan rubbed over: "Sanqian, don't paint it, paint it for me."

Of course Sanqian knew the consequences of putting lipstick on Lan, glanced at his lips, and said with a smile, "You've already painted it, there's no need for it."

Lan persisted: "Not enough."

Lin Sanqian: "..."

He leaned over, wiped away the water that had melted from the snow on the lipstick, and used it to carefully trace the blue lips.

They were so close that they could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

This feeling is also very strange, for a moment Lin Sanqian had the illusion that he was applying lipstick in front of the mirror.

It's like the 19-year-old Xiacheng Welfare Institute that night, he hid in the guest room, put on blue lipstick, and played a secret role-playing game.

Blue was born in his hands.

"What are you thinking? Not paying attention."

Lan bit the lipstick with her lips, her voice was low, more like flirting than coquetry.

"Don't move around, it's time to paint over."

"It doesn't matter, it will be spent anyway."

Lan looked at him, the blue flames in his eyes were beating: "Sanqian, it's my turn."

The next moment, Lan suddenly leaned over and kissed Sanqian deeply.

Lipstick also rubbed from Lan's lips to Sanqian's lips.

The blue lipstick had a sweet taste, and Lin Sanqian swallowed it together with Lan's breath.

Snow fell around them, a long, deep kiss, as endless as the first snow.

Drunk men passing by on the street whistled and applauded them frequently.

Lan didn't care, and continued to kiss his Sanqian passionately.

It wasn't until Sanqian was a little out of breath that he reluctantly let go.

At this time, their lips, chins, and nose tips were in a mess, all of which were traces of lipstick left after biting.

They stared at each other for a moment, then laughed out loud at the same time.

The two had no choice but to put on masks and go to the convenience store to buy wet tissues. At the checkout, Lan ordered two more ice creams.

The two wiped off the lip marks on each other's faces like looking in a mirror, and then walked back into the ever-growing snow curtain, eating ice cream with chattering teeth.

There are fewer pedestrians on the street, and only a few cars drive by occasionally on the road.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling from your ears.

When the yellow street lights came down, Lin Sanqian lowered his head, only to find that there was only a long blue shadow on the ground.

Lin Sanqian paused, and continued to bite the ice cream as if nothing had happened.

It seems that the side effects are becoming more and more obvious, and even the shadow has disappeared.

Lan also discovered the anomaly of Three Thousand Shadows.

He pulled Sanqian in front of him, hugged Sanqian with his back, so that it looked like the shadows of the two were stacked together.

"Lan, when did you start to have memories?"

"From the first time you speak to a mirror."

"It's been so long, I've already forgotten when it was."

"I remember, on the first night of entering the orphanage, you couldn't sleep, and sat in front of the mirror in a daze until dawn, and occasionally said a few words in the mirror, and I was awakened by your voice."

Lin Sanqian remembered the situation at that time and smiled: "What were you thinking at that time?"

Lan rubbed Sanqian's hair with the tip of her nose: "Imagine holding you like this now."

"Ah."

"Unfortunately, I couldn't do it at the time."

"And after that? How did you spend yourself in the mirror?"

"I'm waiting for you to look in the mirror most of the time. When you look in the mirror, my emotions and feelings are connected with yours."

Lin Sanqian froze for a moment: "Sorry, I always seem unhappy when I look in the mirror."

Lan smiled: "So I thought at that time, it would be nice to make you happy, until the day I couldn't bear it anymore, I broke the rules and came out of the mirror to teach those three gangsters who bullied us."

"Then what about the time when I don't look in the mirror?" Lin Sanqian asked again.

Lan was silent for a while, then whispered in Sanqian's ear, "I won't tell you yet."

Lin Sanqian turned around: "Why?"

Lan: "Hee."

Lin Sanqian: "..."

"Speaking of which, Brother Professor, where are we going now?"

Lan rubbed the cool tip of her nose against Sanqian's reddened pinnae, and her deep voice made the air dry.

Sanqian's footsteps stopped, her Adam's apple slipped: "Is there any place you want to go in particular?"

Lan thought about it seriously, and said against Sanqianhong's ear, "Love Hotel."

The author has something to say: Three thousand: Today's update does not have three thousand words.

……

Sorry for being short today.

Afterwards, the countdown to the completion of understanding the rules and dealing with them may be a bit difficult, but Sanqian and Lan always trust each other, and there will be no misunderstandings and killing each other.

After the rules are resolved, it will be pure sweetness.