I fell in love with the cool fishing roommate gl

After returning home, Ran Jiu never answered the question just now.

Rong Ting was a little discouraged, but at the same time, a little thankful.

If she said that she was guarded against, should she be happy or not.

The quilt on the clothes rail was still damp, Rong Ting touched it, and if he could barely use it, it would be fine.

But......

The door next door opened, Ran Jiu was hanging her nightgown on her arm, leaning lazily against her doorway: "Are your sheets dry?"

Rong Ting made a decision within a second: "No."

"Oh." Ran Jiu yawned, with a tired attitude, "Will you still sleep with me that night?"

Rong Ting's ears gradually turned red, for the success of his little scheme, "Mmm."

At the moment of lying, she was really afraid that Ran Jiu would come over suddenly to check whether the sheets were wet or not.

After all, her thoughts are so obvious, as long as the other party pays a little attention, she can detect it.

But Ran Jiu just loosened his hair, soft and smooth hair hanging down, Ran Jiu tied it up with a cat ear headband, "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to use the bathroom?"

Rong Ting shook his head: "No need."

Ran Jiu was really tired, so he stopped giving in to her and went into the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of dripping water.

She also took a shower quickly, and it took less than 20 minutes to remove her makeup, and her hair was not even dried.

When she came out, she was wearing a very short white nightgown, with only two thin straps hanging from her shoulders, her wet hair was flicked to one side, hiding her fair and clean collarbone, and the lace top barely blocked the gully.Because her skin was as white as jade, even her brand new white nightgown seemed to have faded.

Rong Ting was stealthily taking two books, originally planning to go to her room before she came out.

The door of the bathroom opened so abruptly, Ran Jiu looked like a beautiful woman, stood there looking at the mirror carelessly, and didn't turn his face when he heard her walking.

"If it's too hot, my room has an air conditioner. Do you know how to use the remote control? If you don't think the light is on, you can also use a desk lamp. The desk lamp will turn on after a few more presses. The quilt is too thick and I have a towel quilt."

She was perfunctory to herself, but she was unexpectedly patient with a liar at this time.

Rong Ting's heart was complicated, as if he was overwhelmed, and he said "um" after listening to her.

Ran Jiu no longer cared about her, but said surprisingly: "Then you go to bed and wait for me."

There was a sudden crackling sound on the ground, Ran Jiu stopped looking in the mirror when he heard the sound, and looked at the squatting person there inexplicably.

Rong Ting was picking up the few books on the ground like a clumsy rabbit. The books she bought were all too old. Even if they were wrapped in brand new covers, some pages had fallen to the ground. She still needed to check the number of pages, insert into the original position.

"Why are you so careless?" Ran Jiu sighed and walked over to help her.

As soon as Rong Ting raised his head, seeing that she was going to squat down, he couldn't stop him and shouted, "Don't squat down!"

It was still too late, she just squatted down so lamely, the originally loose nightdress fell down along with her movements, and her porcelain white skin flashed past.

She cupped her chest with her slender left hand trying to hide it, and squeezed her knees together from under her nightdress, shining white and dazzling.She jerky helped her identify the pages of the book, and handed him one by one. Rong Ting took it and quickly packed the book.

When the two stood up, the hem of Ran Jiu's nightdress happened to fall off, blocking the original beauty.

Rong Ting held back for a long time before he temporarily breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, Ran Jiu approached her suspiciously: "Your face is so red."

Rong Ting turned his face away, and squeezed out two words as thin as a mosquito, "It's hot."

Ran Jiu thought she was really hot, "Then go into the bedroom and turn on the air conditioner."

"it is good."

After the two of them got into bed, Ran Jiu slept outside, tilting his body to handle the small skin care bottles and jars on the table, his posture was still elegant and stable, his shoulder blades shrugged.

On the other side, Rong Ting tried his best to reduce the area occupied by himself to reduce the sense of presence, holding the book in both hands and pretending to study seriously.

After a while, the voice over there disappeared.

Rong Ting looked at her sideways, she had put on the bluetooth headset at some point, she was leaning against the pillow with her eyes closed, her slender eyelashes cast a shadow, she didn't know what she was listening to.

Rong Ting guessed it was the soothing music, or the voice she dubbed, or...

The person over there suddenly said, "Is your book difficult to understand?"

Rong Ting was shocked, "What?"

"I haven't heard you turn a page for a long time."

Rong Ting's face was red, and he suspected that she hadn't closed her eyes at all, and muttered in a low voice: "I turned over."

"No." Ran Jiu still closed his eyes, but said firmly, "I can hear it."

Rong Ting wrote this round, "Aren't you listening to music?"

Ran Jiu opened his eyes, but did not explain, but turned sideways towards her, approaching...

Rong Ting once wanted to lean back again, but she soon discovered that there was only a solid wall left behind.

There is nowhere to hide.

Ran Jiu stopped when he was a few inches away from her, exposed his left ear to her, and pointed out that there was no earphone on it.

"Okay." Rong Ting calmed down his excited mood, and at the same time cursed, why does this person have such good ears.

Ran Jiu didn't seem to want to argue with her, so she lay back again. She was wearing a silk nightgown with a soft white lace neckline, which just covered a little above the undulating bust line, and the bottom skirt only reached her thighs.

She was too hot, so she was not covered with a quilt, and her two slender, white legs crossed and stretched slightly, like a mermaid's tail, and like a work of art without any flaws.

Rong Ting's gaze just followed that, and he felt a little tangled up in his heart, wanting to get closer, really wanting to get closer.

Her gaze couldn't be heard, she slid down from Ran Jiu's pale lips unscrupulously, to her slightly curved neck, the ups and downs of her chest, the sag of her waist, all the way down...

She forced herself to withdraw her greedy gaze, and returned to the page. The words that were familiar at first had all become incomprehensible things, and she was clamoring wildly in her mind, no longer decoding.

Suddenly hearing the light breathing from the side, Rong Ting paused, and suddenly had an absurd guess.

She stretched out her hand and shook Ran Jiu's face, but the other's eyes were closed safely, and there was no response.

Touched her again, poked her, still nothing.

Ran Jiu's skin is too fair. When he was asleep, his face always put together a peaceful posture. Every part of his face is cold, proud and elegant. No matter how many times he has seen it, Rong Ting can still peek out the charm from every look. Heart-warming details.

A strange joy gradually swept through her heart.

Perhaps, Ran Jiu kept the lights on to accommodate her?

She crawled over slowly, reached for the bedside lamp over there, and lightly pressed it down.

There was a slight clicking sound, and the room went dark for an instant.

Because the air conditioner was turned on in the room, the windows were closed tightly, and the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a gap, and a faint halo hit Ran Jiu's shoulder.

She propped herself up and pulled out the quilt on Ran Jiu's left side, carefully covered her stomach, and pulled it up again.

There was a familiar smell on Ran Jiu, but Rong Ting couldn't catch it after smelling it for a long time.

When she lay back down, her heart was beating non-stop like a demon, and even her body was sweating profusely.

The person next to him moved suddenly, and his voice was vague and soft: "Tingting?"

Rong Ting didn't respond, thinking that she would continue to sleep after screaming.

"Why is it dark in the room, did you turn off the lights?" Ran Jiu seemed to be lying on his side, still facing Rong Ting like last night, with a light breath on her face.

If Rong Ting could see it, Ran Jiu was struggling to stay awake at this moment, but his eyes were sleepy and ignorant.She spoke in a low voice, like a milk cat, and she rubbed over to let the other party hear.

"Are you asleep?" She was a little aggrieved, "Why don't you talk to me."

Ran Jiu raised his head and rubbed against Rong Ting's chin inadvertently, the cold hair sticking to the warm skin made her itchy.

Rong Ting finally couldn't hold back, and dodged slightly, "Well, I'm going to sleep soon."

She heard Ran Jiu yawn a little, with a lazy voice, "I ran out of shower gel, I used yours today."

Rong Ting paused, and finally knew where this familiar smell came from.

The things she buys on weekdays are all cheap. When she enters the supermarket, she will choose whichever is recommended. She doesn't pick, and she doesn't even have a fixed preference.

She has used this kind of thing for a long time and has no feeling at all, but at this time the fragrance that originally belonged to her has been soaked by Ran wine, as if it has been endowed with a new meaning.

The thick filter is causing trouble, Rong Ting thinks that the smell of ordinary shower gel smells very good on her body.

But this man managed to stay awake just to tell her about the shower gel?

Feeling a little funny, she said, "I see."

"I'm really not angry." Ran Jiu breathed weakly, "Tingting, I won't be angry with you."

Rong Ting was a little surprised, it seemed that she was more concerned about the evening than she was, and held back for so long just to find a suitable time to talk to her.

She doesn't care, let her not take it to heart.

"it is good."

Ran Jiu's side was quiet for a while, Rong Ting thought she was asleep, and her side was a bit crowded against the wall, so she moved slightly to that side.

This time, he touched Ran Jiu's arm, and Rong Ting didn't dare to move for a moment.

Ran Jiu took a heavy breath, "Have you ever been confessed to?"

Rong Ting's whole body's skin was tense, he couldn't figure out what she meant, so he carefully weighed it for a long time, and honestly said no.

A low chuckling voice came from over there, "I'll just say it."

"what?"

"I haven't been confessed before, are you curious?"

Rong Ting was glad that the light was turned off at this time, otherwise Ran Jiu would definitely see her face flushed and her whole body as hot as a fire.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Ran Jiu narrowed his eyes, and comfortably cushioned the corner of the pillow, "Hmm... You listened to my demo today, didn't you notice anything special?"

Rong Ting thought about it for a while, Li Weilin opened the file for her to confess her love, Ran Jiu matched the party who took the initiative to confess, and the other party was blank, so it was impossible to tell what scene it was recorded in the background.It's just... She remembered that when she heard Ran Jiu's voice, she always felt that she was far and near, elusive, her breath was a little unstable, and she was even a little panting.

She has also listened to Ran Jiu's other dubbings on the channel, and her breath is very stable, and there are never too many fluctuations.A qualified cv would not let his breath be so unstable.

And the demo that Li Weilin gave her was a bit different from Ran Jiu's usual style and level.

She answered truthfully: "I don't know."

"You dare to listen without knowing?" Ran Jiu smiled slyly, his voice had a lingering texture due to fatigue.In an instant, Rong Ting realized that Ran Jiu's voice...was a bit like the demo she was listening to.

So was the recording of that demo intentionally for life?

She was a little puzzled: "Huh?"

Ran Jiu snorted, "Tingting, do you know why those demos are unpublished?"

Rong Ting said cautiously: "Is it because the recording is not good enough?"

She felt that what she was thinking was indistinguishable, because the background sound of those demos was also noisy, the sound was unstable, and her breathing was even messy, so how could it be broadcasted.

Ran Jiu sighed, not expecting her to guess it.

"Because, those demos are all intimate scenes that I sponsored."

At this time, Rong Ting was still in a state of confusion, "Intimacy scene?"

She suddenly remembered that Li Weilin said that it was a small theater with a red face and a heartbeat, but according to her understanding at the time, it was just a confession at worst.

Confession counts as an intimate scene?

Is an intimate scene a scene where two people are very intimate?

"It's just a bed/scene." Ran Jiu touched her face with the back of his hand, "Why are you so stupid, you dare to listen even if you can't tell, and you dare to match me with the other half, you are so terrible."

Her tone was clearly coquettish, but it gave Rong Ting a playful sense of pampering, as if she was telling her why you didn't go to heaven.

She could go to heaven now, her face was so red, she directly covered her face with the quilt, "Stop talking!"

"Now I won't let me talk about it again." Ran Jiu poked lightly at the figure wrapped in the quilt, "How did you listen to it so interestingly? There were clearly a group of people sitting there, yet they dared to make a sound."

Rong Ting's voice was muffled under the quilt, "I'm sorry."

The bantering voices outside finally disappeared, Rong Ting wrapped himself in the quilt for a long time, feeling a little bored, so he poked his head out.

Only then did she realize that Ran Jiu had already lay back on the side, she breathed a sigh of relief and defended in a low voice: "I really didn't hear it."

Ran Jiu: "I believe, you are so shy now, if you knew at that time, you would probably dig a hole to get in."

Rong Ting was very angry when she heard it, but she thought about it, and sadly found that it seemed to be the case.

So embarrassing.

"So, do you like to hear confessions?" Ran Jiu asked her again.

Rong Ting doesn't know why she always insists on this, but she thinks, according to this trend, if Ran Jiu doesn't get a corresponding answer, she will definitely not let it go.

She sighed, and made up a half-truth and half-fake reason: "Well, I'm very ordinary, and no one has confessed to me, so... a little curious."

She was a little looking forward to Ran Jiu's reaction when he heard these words, whether he would sympathize with her, or let her go... or according to her usual style, she would always comfort her with some weird chicken soup.

But there was no movement there, Rong Ting was very close to her, and she could clearly feel her thinness through the quilt, the surrounding light and shadow were dim, and she could only see her slender eyelashes blinking occasionally, which proved that she was not asleep yet .

In addition, she was indeed motionless, and even basic vital signs were weak.

"Tingting, I like you a little bit."

She spoke so abruptly, her voice was soft and lazy, and she was indeed full of affection.

The bed shook violently, Rong Ting sat up abruptly, staring at Ran Jiu who was still lying next to her, suspecting that there was something wrong with her ears.

The strings in her mind will not be broken, being repeatedly grinded by Ran Jiu's words.

She actually said he liked her.

really?

Then, Ran Jiu rested his hands behind his head, and said as calmly as a mountain, "Ting Ting, I'm so tender that I've planted your hand."

Rong Ting: "..." She could understand this sentence. The dialect area where their hometown belongs is similar to that of Sichuan, and that's what the boys and girls said in their confession.

She couldn't understand Ran Jiu's confusing operation more and more.

"Tingting, I'm a monkey."

"Ting, private wa?

"Jet`aime, Jet`adore." (French version)

She talked about many ways of expressing her love, some of which were even a little jerky. Finally, she said, "Do you know why my eyes are beautiful?"

Rong Ting's heart skipped a beat, how did she know that she likes to look into her eyes, "Why?"

"Because I have you in my eyes~"

After saying this, Ran Jiu finally couldn't help laughing out loud, the whole bed shook slightly, Rong Ting's fluttering thoughts were filled on it, but couldn't be realized.

Ran Jiu laughed enough, and was still twitching non-stop, so he came over and took her hand, "You just...why did you suddenly look like a corpse just now."

Rong Ting didn't let her touch it, and suddenly realized that everything was just her temporary intention, like a charity of pity, which made her experience the feeling of such a confession.

After the turmoil, the tide in her heart gradually calmed down, she frowned: "Why did you do this?"

"What's the matter?" She looked upright, and then softened her voice, "Are you upset just now?"

Cool ass!

Rong Ting was about to die of anger, like an inflated balloon, was about to float into the sky, but was suddenly burst by a needle, leaving only a piece of rotten skin floating down.

But thinking about it again, Ran Jiu didn't understand her feelings.

If you don't understand it, what's wrong with it?

Ran Jiu even unintentionally fulfilled an illusory dream of hers, making her the master of the dream.

Ran Jiu caught her hand again, and this time he refused to let go, even shaking it mischievously: "Aren't you satisfied? I can also call / bed in Japanese, do you want to—"

"do not want!"

"Huh? I also have a little bit of Wanwan's voice."

"No...no way!"

"Well, if it's really not possible, I can also speak a little bit of Thai."

"Ran Jiu!" Rong Ting turned her head and glared, but she couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, but she could even guess that the corners of Ran Jiu's mouth should be raised.

After all the tossing, the originally boiling lake turned into a pool of stagnant water, and there was no trace of flowing water attached to the ground.

She lay down again, letting Ran Jiu grab her, "I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

Ran Jiu could tell that she was really tired, so she stopped making trouble, and obediently withdrew her troublesome hands back to her place, "Yeah."

After a while, the room became quiet.

Ran Jiu seemed really tired, he yawned, turned over and over unconsciously, and finally fell asleep muttering.

Listening to the steady breathing of the people around him, Rong Ting turned his face to the side, only to see that her shoulders were shrunk slightly, her sleeping face was also quiet and beautiful, and her pair of indifferent and beautiful eyes were obediently closed at this moment.

Occasionally there were noisy voices of people and motorcycles outside, Rong Ting would subconsciously cover Ran Jiu's ears, but soon realized that it was unnecessary.

Because there are large commercial buildings and entertainment areas not far away, the sound cannot be avoided, and the flickering red and green lights can be reflected in through the curtains, making it confusing and confusing.

Just like her mood at the moment.

But Ran Jiu didn't move like a mountain, and slept very peacefully.

She couldn't help thinking, the bedroom here was much noisier than hers, how could Ran Jiu sleep so soundly every day.

This black slab building has a long history, and there are very few places like this within the third ring road. It looks barren and out of place among the high-rise buildings and high-end residential areas.

At this time, Rong Ting only loves such hustle and bustle.

At least, no matter what, Ran Jiu still belongs to her at this time.