Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

While the two of them stared silently, a woman came out from the inner compartment with the sound of flushing water.

As soon as she came out, she felt that the air in the small toilet was not right, as if the door she just came out of was not the original one.

She took a closer look, and immediately recognized the woman who was wearing a long purple dress by the sink and didn't give her even half of her eyes. It was Shang Qinghui.

And the person who was stared at by Shang Qinghui through the mirror through the mirror for a moment was Bian Yingning.

The atmosphere between the two was weird, as if they were confronting each other, and she, an ordinary innocent little girl who strayed into the hunting or fighting scene.

Passerby: "..."

Fuck, I can't afford to mess with anyone.

She didn't even dare to wash her hands anymore, she pulled her skirt and ran outside with her head bowed.

Bian Yingning turned slightly to let her go out, and then closed the toilet door very naturally.

With a slight sound, the space seemed to shrink all of a sudden, and even the air froze.

close the door?Don't you want to shut her down in the toilet and beat her up?

Thinking about it, Shang Qinghui, who seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, tightened his grip on the hand by the pool.

The black cat-shaped mask was quietly lying on the edge of the sink, as if it was another face.

"Bian Yingning," Shang Qinghui asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to do?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Shang Qinghui suddenly realized that the scene at this moment made her feel very familiar.

It was as if, as if she had been locked in the toilet like this, calling this person's name.

Thinking of this, Shang Qinghui, who had an ugly complexion, was a little dazed.

She carefully recalled, to capture this familiar feeling...

But, she doesn't have such a memory, but, where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?

Bian Yingning was also looking at Shang Qingfen.

She was playing with the mask she just took off, and approached Shang Qinghui step by step.

The silver skirt rippled like water around her legs.

No one bothers them now.

"What are you angry about?"

Instead of answering Shang Qinghui's question, Bian Yingning asked again.

"I'm not angry."

Still maintaining the posture of facing the mirror, Shang Qinghui poked his neck and said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you angry now that you are like this?" Bian Yingning remained expressionless, and her tone did not even fluctuate.

She walked steadily and walked at an even speed, but what she said made people irritable.

Shang Qinghui stared at the person in the mirror who gradually approached and finally stood behind him.

The figures of the two overlapped in the mirror, and she looked like a cat whose tail was stepped on and was about to blow up: "I repeat, I am not angry, I am not angry!"

After finishing speaking, she fell silent suddenly.

I was blown up like this, and I didn't believe it when I said that I wasn't angry.

So, is she really angry?

why?

It was because she thought that before she danced with herself, she was still with...

No, no, she doesn't care how many women she gets involved with, who she clings to, why does she have chest tightness and shortness of breath?Also, why does she always care about her so much?

She...she was just an ordinary person who appeared by her side...

She didn't even know why she was thinking about her every day, although all she was thinking about... how to get revenge... But, in the final analysis, the protagonist is still her—why?

"Heh." Bian Yingning stopped a step away from her, without pressing too hard.

Her make-up tonight was exquisite, and it didn't match the ugly mask in her hand. Her eyelashes were curled up, and even her soft snort had a heart-pounding taste.

"Then what are you running for?"

She spoke as soon as she spoke, with a smile in her voice, and with such a slow tone behind her, it made her back go numb...

Seeing the playfulness in her eyes in the mirror, Shang Qinghui turned around abruptly, the tail of her hair raised an arc in the air, swept across the void, almost brushed Bian Yingning's chin, and sent a burst of rose fragrance.

Shang Qinghui who turned around suddenly froze.

She didn't expect that the distance between her and Bian Yingning was so close.

She obviously turned around naturally, but it seemed as if she was about to rush into her arms.

Facing Bian Yingning's face, her first reaction was of course to lean back, and then her lower back hit the edge of the sink unprepared.

The cold touch penetrated through the thin fabric, her waist and eyes went numb, her whole body shivered, and she groaned, "Uh..."

The empty toilet magnified her nasal voice infinitely.

Shang Qinghui suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth with an angry expression.

This sound from myself took away her momentum.

She didn't know, after she covered her mouth, the only eyes exposed were round and bright, and the annoyance inside was even more itchy, and she wanted to rub her head hard.

The corners of Bian Yingning's mouth turned up, and her face leaned closer, carrying her warmth, breathing in her ear: "Why, you want to run if you step on me?"

"...You step on me and you are waiting to be stepped on!"

"Stamp the bad woman to death, tell you to betray me!"

Along with Bian Yingning's words, there was also a voice hidden deep in her mind.

It seems to be his own words.

It came again and again, this inexplicable familiarity, as if she had experienced it before.

Shang Qinghui stared blankly at Bian Yingning's face right in front of him.

So close that she could see the fine hairs on her face, so close that she could see how many layers of eyeshadow she had applied.

It was so close that as long as she raised her head slightly, her face could be close to Bian Yingning's.

She could even feel her hot breath spraying on her cheeks regularly.

She was too close, too close, so close that I could smell the cold perfume on her body.

Can't name it, not heavy, not smoked, like floating hair, swept away, and then floated away.

Her heartbeat fluttered, and the sudden palpitations made her tremble and cover her chest with her trembling hands.

Shang Qinghui suddenly asked in a whisper: "Did we know each other before?"

Her name has been heard since she woke up from a coma for a month.

Until now, this person is so close to me, the distance between lips is only two or three centimeters.

Bian Yingning heard it clearly.

The movement of her speaking was itchy like a flying insect sweeping across her face, but the words she uttered shocked her heart.

Bian Yingning remained expressionless, but the hand holding the wild boar mask behind her back was trembling, and her knuckles were turning white.

She remembered?How could she remember, she shouldn't remember.

"You..." Bian Yingning suddenly curled her lips into a sarcastic smile, "Are you mad?"

Her mocking question seemed to have awakened Shang Qinghui's mind.

She reacted and pushed Bian Yingning away to keep her away from her.

"You're stupid! Just talk when you talk, what are you doing so close!"

Following her strength, Bian Yingning took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from her.

"Then are you stupid or angry?"

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips, frizz visible to the naked eye: "Yes, I admit it, I am angry."

Her word order is messy, as if she wants to be angry but doesn't know how to express it:

"I'm angry, I don't understand, it's you...it's you who provoked me first," she clenched her small hand and tapped lightly on the sink beside her, showing that the fire in her heart was burning fiercely.

"But why every time I want to take revenge, want to provoke back...or I want, I want to get something back, you always make me feel that... that feeling of being unnecessary or powerless?! "

Now she is like a little hedgehog with all the thorns standing up all over her body, and she is also like a lost migratory bird.

As he was talking, Shang Qinghui suddenly felt that his vision became hazy, and when he touched it, his face was covered with tears at some point.

Bian Yingning's eyelids twitched, and the emotions in her heart rushed like an overwhelming mountain.

Seeing her tearful eyes, my nails sinking deep into the palm of my hand, my whole soul is like being trapped in a blender, being pulled and torn apart infinitely.

She whispered, as if speaking to herself: "I'm sorry... I don't know, but if I make you unhappy, I'm sorry... I hope you know that my intention is not to make you unhappy. "

With her like this, Shang Qinghui was a little at a loss: "Why..."

Why did you suddenly bow your head and apologize, making it look like you bullied her.

An obscure and slightly sour breath entangled the two of them.

During the silence, Bian Yingning took a long breath and made a hoarse voice, but her tone was teasing to break the silence: "You won't, you like me, right?"

Shang Qinghui was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that she had been insulted.

She wiped the remaining tears on her face with the back of her hands carelessly, even though her eyes were red, she proudly raised her face, and said arrogantly, "What nonsense are you talking about, do you want to be so narcissistic?"

Then he couldn't help curling his lips, and lowered his volume angrily, his disgust was palpable.

"Besides, why do I like you? Seduce people everywhere. The women around you spend more money than me...better than me...than me every day! I'm crazy, I like you. "

Bian Yingning snorted, folded her hands, and shook the mask: "Well, I don't like why you are so angry, isn't it because of me that affects your mood, and why do you know how many people are around me?" ?”

Shang Qinghui bit her lip, wanted to scold someone, but felt that she couldn't speak well of her.

"I... I can't listen to what others say. Do you still need me to pay attention to your Neptune's deeds? Anyone with long ears can know it."

Bian Ying stared at her steadfastly, apparently in a narcissistic and leisurely manner, but Shang Qinghui always felt that something completely opposite to this was shrouded in her.

After a long time, Bian Yingning said softly: "I'm not the king of the sea, I don't care if you like me or not, just live your life well."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left without seeming to hesitate.

Shang Qinghui frowned and looked at her back, the scene in front of him coincided with a certain scene in his mind.

It is also such a toilet, silent and unoccupied.

When she saw her, she rushed up like a firecracker, grabbed Bian Yingning's neck from behind, and choked her throat.

She also heard herself say arrogantly and confidently: "Hmph, no one can save you."

However, the person who was almost swallowed in one bite was himself.

Shang Qinghui slowly touched his warm and soft lips.

Everything in her mind flashed very quickly, like a fleeting glance, but it also made her recall all the drunken memories deep in her memory.

"Bian Yingning!"

When Bian Yingning grabbed the handle of the toilet door, Shang Qinghui shouted behind her.

Bian Yingning paused, didn't look back, and didn't open the door.

She couldn't see how hard Shang Qingfen was biting her lip behind her, but only heard her sloppy words after a while.

she says--

"Bian Yingning, what if I really fell in love with you blindly?"

tick...

The sound of a drop of water entrenched on the mouth of the faucet that gathered for a long time before it could not hold on was clearly audible between the two of them.

After a long time, Shang Qinghui who didn't get a response asked again: "I said, what if I really like you?"

Accompanying her voice was the sound of Shang Qinghui's approaching steps.

The sound of clucking high heels, I don't know whose heart it is hitting.

"It's not Neptune, why don't you make a sound?" Slightly ironic words sounded behind him.

This moment is very similar to the previous scene, except that the two have switched roles.

At this moment, Bian Yingning was replaced by the person who was being pressed at every step.

She moved her shoulders, took a deep breath, turned her head, with no expression on her face, but said seriously: "I'm not the king of the sea."

"Oh?" Shang Qinghui folded his hands, tilted his head slightly to look at her: "What's the matter, does the identity of Neptune make you uncomfortable? Why don't you admit it? Do you want to pretend to be affectionate?"

"I'm not, you insist that I am, how can I be comfortable?" Turning around to meet Shang Qinghui's almond eyes, Bian Yingning's eyes were very calm.

Calm enough to make your heart beat.

The turbulent emotions were all suppressed, only the surface calm was revealed.

"Why aren't you?" Shang Qinghui didn't let go.

"Why am I, evidence?" Bian Yingning didn't back down.

"Evidence?" Shang Qinghui snorted coldly, as if hearing some joke, he stretched out his hand to count it out with her: "It's not too far away, in the short time you've been here tonight, How many girls did you dance with?"

"Three." Bian Ying said in a deep voice.

Shang Qingfen pouted habitually: "Three, you still think it's quite a few, don't you?"

"One is my elder sister who is about to be sent abroad for several years. She invited me as a farewell."

"One is my childhood...it doesn't matter which one is innocent."

The four eyes met, and the frankness in one pair of eyes was as if a strong light could stab the other eye.

The two knew who the third one was.

So, these two people and her are both innocent, right?

But... But why didn't she add herself to the column of "clean and innocent".

Shang Qinghui felt that she was burying her potential if she didn't find fault. She could grasp the details of Bian Yingning's two simple sentences.

The two didn't speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became uncomfortable.

Shang Qinghui suddenly realized that the appearance of her questioning was very similar... very similar...

Not daring to continue thinking about it, her little face quietly turned red.

"Oh... you, why do you want to explain to me, what is our relationship, I need you to explain to me."

Shang Qinghui turned his face sideways, did not look at Bian Yingning's expression, and looked around aimlessly.

The obscurity and slightly sour lingering seems to have cleared a layer of fog, leaving only the sour and sweet taste lingering.

Bian Yingning was speechless.

No, didn't you ask, didn't you question, she just explained...

she……

Bian Ying's eyes fell on the tiles on the floor.

The tiles are seamed with golden beautiful seams. There are one tile, two tiles, and three tiles on the ground...

She didn't know how much it was, but she could only hear her own rushing and messy heartbeat.

It was so loud that she was afraid that Shang Qinghui could hear it.

"Hmph," the red-faced Shang Qinghui asked back like a victorious little overlord, taking the commanding heights: "I think it's because you fell in love with me, right?"