This sleep was extremely comfortable. When Heyue woke up, the fan was still turning, the warm sunlight outside the window became gentle, and the sky was clear blue.

She was hugged by Qiu Qing'an in her arms. The boy's body was warm and breathing sounds came from the top of her head. He put his hands on her waist, which was a little heavy.

He Yue blinked and didn't move. He slowly turned around until most of his sleepiness faded.

Qiu Qing'an seemed to be awakened by her. She didn't open her eyes, but pressed Heyue's back to hug her tighter.

He rubbed lightly between her neck.

"Um...you're awake..." The boy muttered vaguely, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Why did you sleep?"

"No, you are here first." Qiu Qing'an smiled softly, full of childishness. He Yue stopped talking.

The small attic was quiet, leaving only the subtle whistle of the fan.

He still hugged her and refused to let go, and he still hugged her feet below to urge him.

"Don't you believe it?"

"...What did you say?" He Yue was speechless.

"Look at what you said, can it be believed?"

She was sleeping in place and motionless, and suddenly there was an extra person behind her, and she said it was her move first?

He Yue's depressed tone seemed to please him, Qiu Qing'an buried him on her shoulder and smiled softly, then raised his face.

"Ayue..." He called her softly, raised his head slightly, and his lips touched her chin. His faces were very close. The next second, Heyue's lips were occupied by a strange and familiar touch.

Qiu Qing'an kissed her, first she sucked her, then gently licked her tongue. The tip of her tongue was so wet and hot, and it was incredibly soft.

He Yue's breathing became confused for a moment. He closed his eyes and hugged his neck with his hands.

The body, which was originally not far apart, was tightly pressed together. He Yue would occasionally touch Qiu Qing'an's eyelashes, which were itchy and brushed across her skin.

This kiss was deeper and longer than before. In the end, He Yue felt something was wrong and he suddenly pushed Qiu Qing'an away and pulled the distance between them.

His face turned red, his forehead was filled with sweat, and his gaze was reflected downward, but his gaze suddenly became dark.

Qiu Qing'an stretched out his hand and covered her eyes.

"No," he hoarsely.

"...uh." It was the first time that Heyue encountered such a thing. After panic and embarrassing, he quickly calmed down.

"Do you want to... go and solve it?" She asked tentatively. Qiu Qing'an stared at her eyes covered, only revealing the shimmering red lips under her palm, almost gritting her teeth.

"No."

"ah..."

"Don't talk." Qiu Qing'an said softly. After saying that, he immediately let go of her and sat up, with his back facing He Yue, and his figure showed a hint of unconcealed depression.

He Yue looked at the top of her head, raised her lips, and laughed silently.

He quickly calmed down, but his face was not very good-looking, and he calmly asked her if she was hungry.

"A little." He Yue looked at him innocently.

"I'll cook something for you." Qiu Qing'an said as he stood up, and He Yue asked curiously.

"What are you cooking?" She was a little surprised, but she didn't expect Qiu Qing'an to cook.

It was just not surprised for long before I heard the answer.

“Fast frozen dumplings.”

"...oh."

On the dining table, the two of them finished the frozen dumplings boiled in white water. He Yue pushed open the bowl and couldn't help it, "Let's go buy vegetables later."

"Okay." Qiu Qing'an paused his tidying action and said, "I want to eat steamed fish."

"knew!"

He Yue went out hand in hand with him, wearing T-shirts, shorts and sandals, and dressed in a standard summer style, but their appearance still attracted a lot of attention.

Especially in places like vegetable markets.

When the fish was being called, the old man chatted with them enthusiastically.

"Oh, the young man looks so handsome, girl, you just graduated."

"yes."

"I just said, you must take good care of all these young girls and don't let others chase him." The old man was not impatient or slow, scraping the scales in his hand, breaking his stomach.

"Why don't he worry about me?" He Yue asked strangely: "What if I'm chased by someone else?"

"Are you a little worse than the young man? Beautiful is beautiful, but I have seen many of you. This is the first time you see such a handsome guy!" The old man felt true feelings and swung the knife in his hand neatly.

"Then you can't just look at your appearance." He Yue was a little depressed and looked at Qiu Qing'an next to her.

"I don't understand your inner self, so I can only look at the appearance." The old man took the fish and put them in bags.

"But I say, feelings are like people know how warm or cold they are. No one can interfere with them. Just live a good life."

"You are right." He Yue paid the money, nodded, and pulled Qiu Qing'an away.

The vegetable market was so hot that after buying vegetables, Heyue moved closer to the aunts and uncles.

"This really handsome young man." She looked at Qiu Qing'an, "Please help me buy a bottle of water at a convenience store, thank you."

"Speak well." Qiu Qing'an rubbed her hair and went to the side to buy water for her with a smile.

Heyue stood there waiting. Next to it was a flower shop. There were many small pots of succulent on the shelves outside, including various colors and shapes, thick and teddy, and cute.

She couldn't help but lean over to choose. Qiu Qing'an bought water and bent down with her to watch.

“Want to buy it?”

"Well, does this look good? I think it's so cute." He Yue pointed to one of the pots of succulents, stretched out his fingers and touched them. The round leaf petals felt very good.

"It's pretty good." Qiu Qing'an nodded, straightened up and looked at the boss inside.

"Boss, how much does this cost?"

Finally, the two of them not only carried two bags of vegetables back, but also held a pot of small meat in their hands. When they got home, He Yue couldn't wait to put them together on the windowsill of Qiu Qing'an attic, and lay on it and looked at them intently.

"I found the watercolors and painting boards I used in junior high school." Qiu Qing'an went upstairs and held a few things.

He Yue turned his head and saw him put the paint, drawing board and pen in his hand on the ground.

“It’s all useful.”

"Have you learned to draw?" Heyue picked up a brush and looked at it, Qiu Qing'an explained.

"Study for two years."

"Huh?" He Yue was waiting for him to say something later. However, Qiu Qing'an spoke.

"I'll draw you a portrait."

"Is that OK?" He Yue blinked, Qiu Qing'an remained silent and began to raise the drawing board in front of him.

He Yue immediately sat upright, stood up straight, and faced him.

"How is this? This position."

"...you just need to click."

"Then I... look at the flowers?" He Yue tried, and changed to the way he looked just now, lying on the windowsill staring at the two pots of succulents.

"Yes." Qiu Qing'an looked at her side face and began to write carefully.

He Yue was bored, touching the succulent for a while, and then looking at the streets outside with her eyes empty. She didn't have long been quiet and couldn't help chatting with Qiu Qing'an.

"Why are you so quiet here? I don't see a few people every time I come."

"There are all nearby workers living here. They go out early and come back to work every day, and they basically don't stay at home during the day." Qiu Qing'an focused on painting on paper, and looked up from time to time.

"Then are you familiar with your neighbors?"

“Don’t know.”

“…How long have you lived here?”

Qiu Qing'an paused his pen and thought for a while, "Three years."

"Ah..." He Yue was slightly surprised and didn't ask any more questions, preparing to change the topic.

"Some bad things have happened before, so I have no good feelings for the existence of neighbors." Unexpectedly, Qiu Qing'an explained lightly, and his eyes did not move away from the drawing board.

He Yue immediately remembered what Jiang Haojie said to her before and fell into silence.

"Oh." After a moment, she nodded as usual, and said nothing, but just lay there, tugging the pot of small succulents.

Qiu Qing'an glanced at her and quickly took it back.

Time passed quietly, and before we knew it, the sunset dyed the sky red and evening fell.

He Yue closed her eyes and put her chin on the back of her hands. The evening breeze blew her forehead and her face was white and gentle.
To be continued...