After the stand-in resigned

[Tonight, the old place, I want to see you. 】

After receiving the news, An Fan subconsciously glanced at the date. On September 9, she wiped off the orange-red eyeshadow that had just been softened, pursed her lips in the mirror, and talked to the roommate behind her: "There is something urgent, you go Well, I won't go."

The roommate dissatisfied loudly: "Isn't it? Count how many times you have let us go, no, absolutely no!"

An Fan smiled apologetically, saying sorry over and over again, but walked sincerely to the closet to choose clothes.

The styles of clothes in the closet vary greatly, but this is different from the general female college students who want to dabble in all styles. The two styles of clothes in the closet form a distinct Chu River and Han boundary, and one side is almost pure and light-colored. The colors on the other side are rich enough to conjure a gorgeous rainbow.

An Fan picked out a long light blue dress, and compared it to the mirror with his slender neck raised.

Roommate Chang Huan quietly touched her, put his hands on her shoulders, looked at someone in the mirror with a face full of spring, and emphasized with displeasure: "Since freshman year, we are now senior year, every time someone in the dormitory leaves the order, please eat." It just so happens that I can’t go there because I want to interview you now…”

Chang Huan fisted a microphone and handed it to An Fan's mouth: "Do you have any comments on our dormitory?"

An Fan held back the smile on his lips, and looked back carefully at the past, and found that it was such a coincidence, she was powerless to argue, and raised her hands in surrender: "Sorry, it's really a coincidence, next time I will treat you to dinner."

"One week." An Fan added a time limit.

Chang Huan shook her head calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you have a meal or not, the important thing is when can we have your off-order meal?"

Chang Huan pointed to someone in the corner who was trying to trace his face: "Look, Meimei scored three goals, when will you score this one?"

An Fan was startled, put the long skirt on the back of the chair casually, removed her arm on the shoulder, and said in an official tone: "I'm sorry for taking up public resources, and I will inform everyone of good news, thank you."

Chang Huan has a good relationship with her, so naturally he didn't believe this, so he took her out of the dormitory with his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Are you going out to see that person again?"

An Fan glanced at her, pursed his lips a few times, and finally chose to remain silent.

"You want to ask me how I know?" Chang Huan was a little annoyed: "Every time you go out for several days, your clothes are completely different from usual, especially... so obvious, who can't see it? "

Chang Huan didn't say a word, especially when he came back with ambiguous injuries, so obvious, who could not see it.

Anfan remained silent.

But the silence clearly couldn't dispel Chang Huan's concerns and doubts. From freshman to senior year, she probably endured for a long time before coming to the showdown. An Fan met Chang Huan's burning gaze and clenched his fist several times to say something. Finally discouraged.

An Fan said negatively, "Leave me alone."

"Who wants to care about you!" Chang Huan was so angry that his teeth were itchy, he grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against the wall to educate him. A classmate passed by on the outside of the corridor, and greeted them with a smile. Chang Huan responded with a smile, and turned back Seeing that An Fan still looked calm, he was also discouraged.

Chang Huan: "Although I don't know what you are doing, I hope you will protect yourself."

An Fan looked up in surprise, and met Chang Huan's concerned gaze: "Nothing is more important than yourself."

Carrying Chang Huan's earnest advice to her, and leaving the dormitory under her resentful gaze, An Fan got into the aqua blue Bentley that came to pick her up at the school gate.

The low-spinning piano music was played in the car, which seemed to be a classic work of a certain master. An Fan leaned against the car window and fell asleep. Master?

seems like it.

Sure enough, she told too many lies, even she herself had to forget whether it was true or not.

What appreciation, how can there be appreciation, but it is just what one likes.

She just knew that the man had always liked these elegant arts, which she knew nothing about, and she did it on purpose, looking for a little bit of common hobbies pitifully.

An Fan was very speechless to himself, leaning his head against the car window, he pulled his lips and smiled silently.

The master is indeed a master, even if a layman like her can't understand it, she can listen to it as a lullaby. An Fan slept comfortably all the way to the villa in Songqiao District.

Songqiao District, as the name suggests, is dominated by pine trees.

After getting out of the car, An Fan smelled the unique fragrance of pine trees, stood there and stretched his waist which was not very elegant but very comfortable. He entered the door with ease, went upstairs, turned left and entered the first bedroom.

She originally intended to put down her bag, but she was pressed against the door as soon as she entered, and the scorching kisses followed.

In the chaos, An Fan only had time to feel how hard, how eager, and how unspeakable the kiss was.

Probably because she was in a daze, and her IQ was not even online, she asked nonsense: "Are you there?"

The person who was deeply in love with each other paused, and replied in a low voice: "Otherwise, who do you think it is?"

An Fan pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

The battlefield was tossed and turned again and again, and in the end it was the big silver-gray bed.

An Fan was nailed to the bed, and her heart filled with a sense of satisfaction for no reason. She couldn't help it, and as if she couldn't control it, she stretched out her fingertips and touched Ling Ran's hair.

Ling Ran's ears were very red, but her voice was warning: "Don't touch it indiscriminately." After saying that, she didn't seem to need An Fan's promise, and she quickly turned him over and covered him.

But she touched.

An Fan gasped, and slowly, uncontrollably let out a small snort.

"Shut up." Another warning came.

After the warning came the rant.

An Fan's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he didn't even know what that person was doing. He only knew that the more comfortable he was, the more he had to bite the corner of the pillow tightly, without making a sound.

I didn't know what time it was when I woke up again.

The window was blocked by heavy blackout curtains, day and night were the same, An Fan turned over slightly, her body was so sore that she almost screamed.

An Fan slowly rubbed his numb waist, thinking about the special treatment this time, thinking about the date he saw when he came here: September 9th.

After yesterday, maybe, maybe it was the day before yesterday, Anfan confirmed that September 9th is a special day.

The first time between the two happened on September 9 three years ago.

At that time, An Fan didn't know Ling Ran very well, it was the first time the two of them were Ling Ran...

It's indescribable, making An Fan think that Ling Ran's style is like this on the bed, and he is a little throbbing in addition to being afraid.

It was not until later that I realized that she could be very gentle.In short, the style is changeable.

But for the first time, An Fan still didn't remember the special day of September 9th.

Until the arrival of September 9th of the following year, she was manipulated like that again, and she realized that this kind of Ling Ran seemed familiar?

Then came the third year, An Fan looked at the calendar and deeply imprinted the day of September 9th in his heart.

Finally, yesterday, or the day before yesterday, Ling Ran will always be extra special on this day.Although it's special, Anfan quite likes it.

How shameless!An Fan was speechless to himself again.

She simply stopped rubbing her waist, she withdrew her hands from the bed, her arms were so weak that she couldn't control it, and she accidentally bumped into someone next to her when she was evacuating, she was startled, and hurriedly retracted her hands to her side, more like a mummy than a mummy , glanced cautiously at the person from the corner of the eye, but saw that Ling Ran had already sat up.

"Sorry..." An Fan looked at his back and said apologetically, "I didn't wake you up on purpose."

Ling Ran didn't answer, and quickly pulled off the nightgown beside her. The length of the nightgown reached her knees, and her exposed calf was white and straight.

An Fan watched obsessively, clutching the corner of the quilt with his small hands, his face was flushed with fascination, and he looked like a young girl.

She likes Ling Ran like this.

She just got up from the lingering bed, and it seemed that she wasn't the one who indulged in sex not long ago, her voice was cold and cold, and she felt like the world had nothing to do with her.

An Fan suspected that she was either the ultimate dog licker, or she was so cheap, otherwise she liked Ling Ran's way of ignoring her and ignoring her.

Usually Ling Ran put on her nightgown and went to the bathroom that came with the bedroom to wash up, but today she turned around suddenly, An Fan couldn't dodge, panicked, all she wanted to do was to quickly pull the quilt over her head to cover her face. Nympho myself.

She still has a sense of shame, and she doesn't want Ling Ran to see herself without self-esteem.

However, Ling Ran didn't seem to have noticed her series of actions. With both hands, she took her long curly hair out of her nightgown and calmly said, "Don't do that action again."

An Fan quietly pulled down a little of the quilt, revealing a pair of bright eyes, she answered slowly: "What action?" Did she do any action that violated her taboo?

Ling Ran said impatiently, "When you get off the bus."

An Fan remembered, it was the lazy waist that she couldn't help stretching out when she got out of the car after she was staring in a daze in the car.

Ling Ran didn't seem to need An Fan's explanation and answer, like a solemn judge calmly pronounced the verdict: "You are the least like her."

Ling Ran left, probably going to wash up in other places in the villa. Anyway, the villa is very big, and there are many places for her to wash up.

If Ling Ran usually did this, An Fan would definitely have to be sensitive to think about what he did wrong, which made her unhappy, but now she doesn't have the heart to think about it.

She fell into a daze.

——That's the least like her.

It's really not like that, that person would never do such an action, that person has always been elegant, his gestures are full of temperament, and every move is a painting.

I am a stand-in.An Fan recited these words silently in his heart.

An Fan likes Ling Ran, and has liked Ling Ran since she was 18 years old, but Ling Ran doesn't like her, so she chose to be a stand-in, thinking that as long as she can stay by her side, it will be fine.

Really good.

It is undeniable that An Fan has been very happy these past few years, and occasionally gets carried away.

Fortunately, always at this time, Ling Ran will always pour cold water in time, let her know that she is just a stand-in, let her not get carried away, let her understand that her happiness does not belong to her at all, it is all based on another person Up.

And the person Ling Ran couldn't ask for was her twin sister.Her older sister died when she was 18.

A dead white moonlight.

An Fan thought countless times that she probably would never have the chance to walk into Ling Ran's heart in this life, and wanted to just persuade herself to give up and stop doing useless work, but she would always pick up her thoughts more than countless times, thinking Try again, maybe, maybe Ling Ran can like her.

There's nothing to be unhappy about, An Fan lifted the quilt, looked at the mottled pink marks all over his body and thought, she already knew that Ling Ran didn't love her.

Picking up the out-of-the-ordinary light blue dress on the ground, An Fan walked into the bathroom of the bedroom.

She is very happy now.

As long as she can still be with Ling Ran, she will be happy.

Even if she has to wear clothes she doesn't like, put on makeup she doesn't like, and can't even make a sound in bed, she can bear the thought of Ling Ran.As soon as she saw Ling Ran, she felt that she could hold on a little longer.

As for how long she can last, An Fan thought, probably until the day Ling Ran gets tired of her.

Or, the day she got tired of Ling Ran.