After kissing the professor

The blood seemed to be drained in an instant, and her thoughts followed the woman's movements.The mist that separated them before pulled away, as if blown away by an invisible wind.This gust of wind came strangely, but it was just right.

Yan He saw the hem of the gray coat the woman was wearing swaying with the frequency of walking, saw the not so clear tear mole in the corner of the woman's eyes, saw the thin lips of the woman slightly pursed, and saw the woman walking towards him step by step.

Her breathing seemed to be grabbed by someone. At this moment—just this short, momentary moment, Yan He suddenly had a strange and unreal feeling—is it at this moment, the woman in front of her, Can you stay for a while for yourself?Can he own her for a short time?Even if only for a moment.

This feeling is firm but humble. Yan He is sure that the woman is walking in her direction, but she clearly knows that the woman is not here for her—she may even not remember herself at all. .

This kind of recognition makes Yan He's blood run cold. This is something she has been unwilling to think about but has to admit. She knows that she is just being sentimental.

The woman approached her, the woman passed her, and the woman greeted the bartender with a smile: "Gutenabend (good evening)!"

Then, Yan He heard the woman say something to the bartender brother.

Her voice rang in his ears—but it seemed that Yan He couldn't really hear it as if it was separated by thousands of mountains and ravines.It felt like someone was manually muting the sound in her ear, deliberately preventing her from hearing the woman's voice.Her voice was hazy, not at all different from the voice I had heard a few hours ago.The only difference, probably, is that the woman now speaks a language she doesn't understand.

Yan He lowered her head, she saw the woman's ankles, and saw the woman stepping on silver high-heeled shoes, the heels of which were exquisitely hollowed out.Yan He quickly moved his eyes away, trying to focus his attention on the wine glass in front of him again, trying to make his heartbeat not so fast, trying to make his breathing not so urgent - otherwise, he would be exposed.

She hasn't decided whether to strike up a conversation yet.

Will it seem too eager?Will it seem too abrupt?

Yan He licked his lips.

"It's you?" Before Yan He could make up his mind, the woman turned her eyes and opened her mouth in surprise. Her voice was as gentle as ever, but tinged with surprise.It was this faint, not very eager and well-timed surprise that made Yan He's nervousness and eagerness less abrupt.

——You can't blame Yan He's eyes for being too eager, because she is sitting next to the bar, and a woman can see her with just one side of her face.

"We met again." Yan He bit the bullet and said these words.

The woman laughed, and after greeting the bartender brother, she leaned on the bar and chatted with Yan He.A few high stools were scattered here and there on the bar counter. The woman did not sit down, but supported the bar counter, propped her head on one hand, and looked at Yan He with a smile.

Yan He could see the water in her eyes and the faint redness of her cheeks under the dim light.

"What a coincidence." The woman laughed, and Yan He's eyes fell on the mole at the end of her eyes.

For some reason, the lights of the bar became a bit ambiguous.Yan He had an illusion that it was the same light, but it seemed that the color was not the same before and after meeting the woman.After meeting her the lighting was dimmer, as if the main source of light came not from the overhead lights but from the little scented candles on each table.

Yan He and her looked at each other, and then heard a woman's voice, still narrow: "Does it look good?"

So she was asking me if she looks good?

Yan He nodded without hesitation: "It's pretty." She wanted to praise the woman in front of her with many words, but her ears turned red.

Seeing Yan He's candid admission, the woman was a little astonished, and immediately leaned closer to her, as if worried that the next words would not reach Yan He's ears: "Want to sit together?"

Her laughing breath sounded in Yan He's ears, warm and moist, the exhaled breath swirled around her ears, and entered Yan He's ears erratically.But she quickly pulled away and looked at Yan He with a smile from half a meter away, as if the similarity just now was just a momentary illusion.

Wen Yuan stared dumbfounded at Shen Jinrong bringing back a girl.

"We were sitting together when we were watching the opera just now." Shen Jinrong explained her acquaintance with Yan He in a few words, she raised her eyebrows lightly, dropped her fingertips, and held Yan He's hand on her lap as if inadvertently.

Her hand rested lightly on the back of Yan He's, gracefully and lightly, as if it was deliberately designed or completely inadvertently.Her hands were slightly cold, and the temperature of her fingertips was lower than that of her palms.

However, Yan He felt that the place where she touched him had flames. At first, the clusters of flames only appeared faintly and did not have the potential to start a prairie fire. Yan He's eyes were still shining brightly under the light, and Yan He suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

She stretched out her other hand to pick up her own Mojito as if to cover up, and took a big sip as if she was bored.

"Hello." Wen Yuan sat opposite the two, looking at the two sitting side by side in front of her, a strange feeling suddenly surged in her heart - it seemed that these two people seemed to be quite right.

Needless to say about Shen Jinrong's appearance, Yan He who was sitting next to her was cold and cold, looking a little reserved, like another extreme of Shen Jinrong.The girl didn't look very old, her hair was tied back obediently, her eyes were bright, her nose was straight, her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was always smiling.There seems to be some sharpness unique to young people plated between the eyebrows.The end of the girl's eyes was slightly upturned, perhaps because of the alcohol, the end of her eye was red, and the thin red end of the eye made her smile with a little youthful charm.

Not to mention that the little girl's eyes were always on Shen Jinrong.

It's a beautiful little girl.

But... how strange.

Wen Yuan thought, they are obviously two completely different types of women, why does she feel that these two people are extremely similar in a certain way?

"Hello." Yan He became nervous, but she pretended to be calm and greeted Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan smiled kindly at her, and then talked about the next arrangement with Shen Jinrong: "I haven't finished dealing with the matter here, I guess I will go back later."

Shen Jinrong nodded, turned her head and blinked at Yan He comfortingly, and then said to Wen Yuan, "Okay, I'll pick you up then."

Wen Yuan felt that she was quite bright, standing opposite the two of them, she could not feel the ambiguous atmosphere.She was a little restless, and finally stood up and said to the two of them, "I'm going to pay the bill, and I'll go back to the room first." She smiled at the two of them again, and left immediately.

Yan He's originally calmed down a little nervousness increased a lot with her departure, even worse than before.

Shen Jinrong was amused by her stiff look, seeing that Yan He looked so much like a big golden retriever with his head hanging down, she laughed, couldn't help but touched Yan He's head with her hands, and said softly, "Why are you nervous? ?”

Yan He felt dizzy. Mojito's alcohol content was actually not high, but she was prone to sleepiness after drinking, and her brain would shut down for a while, so the words she said now would not go through her mind.A large part of the reason why she sat there obediently just now was because she was sleepy.

The sleepy Xiaoyan yawned, and looked softly at Shen Jinrong, his eyes glistened with water.

Shen Jinrong looked at her steadily, and suddenly felt his heart tremble.

The soft, firm, trusting eyes, like those of small animals, made Shen Jinrong look at them steadily, and after a while, she moved them away.

little girl.

Shen Jinrong said something in his heart.

She wanted to get up and send the little girl back to her room, but just as she stood up, the little girl held her hand.

Yan He's voice was soft, and his eyes were full of trust: "Sister."

Shen Jinrong shook his hand.

"...Sister." Yan He looked at her steadily, the tension in his eyes when he was awake just now has disappeared, "Sister."

She called out again.

Shen Jinrong sat down beside her again, and patted her head comfortingly: "Hey, where is your room? I'll take you back."

Yan He felt the room card in his pocket, and acted coquettishly without changing his face: "I don't know." She looked at Shen Jinrong aggrievedly.

Ten minutes later, Shen Jinrong looked at the big dog sitting obediently on his bed and acted like a baby, and rubbed his temples with a headache.

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