In the middle of the night, Heyue received a call from Qiu Qing'an.

There was no sound inside for a long time. She fed her several times and finally heard the response.

"A Yue." He called her name softly.

Then he repeated a sentence.

"I want to see you."

It was already past midnight in the upper right corner, and the whole villa was silent, and He Qi slept next door.

He Yue coaxed him softly.

"Will I go there tomorrow?"

"I want to see you."

He increased his voice and repeated this sentence stubbornly and firmly.

Heyue frowned and asked in a low voice: "Are you drunk?"

"No." Qiu Qing'an smiled, hoping that he would be drunk.

"I'm outside your house."

He Yue immediately sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and walked barefoot to the window.

You can see a taxi parked on the road outside the iron gate.

She couldn't believe it.

"Why are you here?" After asking, she immediately remembered another question.

"How do you know my address?"

"I asked Zhou Mi."

He Yue hurried out in her coat and didn't change her shoes. As soon as she got into the car, she heard Qiu Qing'an telling the driver to leave.

She stared at him in surprise: "Where are we going?"

"Go to my house."

"But I didn't bring anything..." She only had a cell phone on her body, and she was even wearing pajamas.

Qiu Qing'an looked at He Yue. She seemed to have just woken up, with long hair hanging behind her, with a few strands of messy strands. The pink and white nightgown has a small bow on the neckline, and the ruffled lower part swaying on the edge of her calf.

Facing her face, she was gentle and harmless, like a little girl who was ignorant of the world, with innocent and beautiful eyebrows.

Qiu Qing'an chuckled, stretched out his hand to tie He Yue's strand of hair behind his ears, with a gentle look.

"It's okay, you don't have to bring anything, just as long as you're there."

Heyue walked past the alley wearing pink slippers. When she entered the door, her feet were already dirty. She went to the bathroom first and lowered her head and washed her feet clean.

The cold water brushed across the feet and the upper part was cleaned bit by bit. As soon as He Yue turned off the faucet, he caught him off guard and was picked up in the waist.

With her body soaring into the air, Qiu Qing'an hugged her straight upstairs.

"Why did you suddenly hug me?" He Yue was a little surprised, put his neck on his neck and raised his face to ask curiously.

Qiu Qing'an did not answer. From this perspective, he could only see his beautiful and indifferent eyebrows.

He walked step by step to the end of the stairs, gently put Heyue on the bed, then turned around and brought a dry towel over.

He Yue held the bed sheet with her hands and stared at him intently.

Qiu Qing'an was really strange tonight. From that phone call to the inexplicable appearance outside her house, and now.

He knelt on He Yue's feet on one knee, held her feet in his hand, and wiped the water droplets on it little by little with a towel.

Detailed and careful until the top becomes clean.

Qiu Qing'an raised his head and whispered to her: "Okay."

"Oh..." He Yue was stunned and withdrew his feet.

Qiu Qing'an put back the towel and turned off the lights. The room became dim and dim. He sat down beside the bed and made a sound.

"What's wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood..."

"Shh." Qiu Qing'an raised a finger and placed it between her lips. He Yue was silent. The next second, he leaned over and kissed him.

The force above is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, the movements hide the gentleness of existence and non-existence, and a little familiar, and the pleasant breathing is tightened.

The tangled breath makes people drown.

"Ah." Suddenly, he took a heavy bite, frowned, and pushed away in pain.

"It hurts so much." She touched her lips with the wound on the tip of her tongue, which felt a little tingling.

"Why are you biting me?" He Yue complained, Qiu Qing'an pinched her chin and looked carefully.

"Touch out and show me."

He Yue obediently stuck out his tongue, Qiu Qing'an looked at it carefully and expressed affirmation.

"No blood."

She showed surprise and before she could ask if she was real, Qiu Qing'an was caught up in danger and took her in her mouth again.

The tenderness just now disappeared, the kiss was full of strategy, and the breathing was plundered little by little, and I felt a slight pain.

He Yue pushed his shoulders in resistance, and whimpered from his lips. Qiu Qing'an finally let go of her, lifted her face with his fingers, and the kiss continued to spread.

She was held onto his legs, and He Yue was held in front of Qiu Qing'an. As he moved, his body trembled slightly and he was weak and weak in his arms.

Today's foreplay was particularly long, as if she was going to torture her on purpose, and He Yue's eyes were filled with tears, and Qiu Qing'an finally pulled out his hand.

"Ayue, do you love me?" He stroked her waist, his face still looked incredible in the light and shadow, but his eyes were inexplicably filled with dimness that was incomprehensible. The two were intertwined, dangerous and fatal.

He Yue didn't notice it, but just felt it vaguely, sobbed and answered softly.

"like."

"What kind of love?" Qiu Qing'an asked, and the hand that was holding her waist tightened silently.

"What kind of love can there be?" He Yue was on the verge of collapse. After being paused like this, he lost patience and shouted in a crying voice.

"Just like you do to me."

"Is that true?" Qiu Qing'an lowered his eyes and chuckled, as if he was talking to himself. Two words rolled between his teeth, hugged her and changed his posture, completely pressing He Yue under him.

"Little liar." He said in her ears.

The night was painful and chaotic.

When Heyue finally fell asleep, she saw the white sky outside the window.

The orange lights in the room became very dim.

The weak light had already cast in from outside.

Everything around it was like mist on glass being wiped clean and gradually became clear.

It's dawn.

Qiu Qing'an's breathing was still in his ears, and his clean and young look drew beautiful lines in front of his eyes. This was the last picture frozen in Heyue's sight.

I was drowsy and slept until noon. The floor was covered with bright and brilliant sunshine. I sat up in a hazy way and felt a soreness.

She frowned and her memories slowly returned to the furnace last night.

Without a cell phone and not seeing the time, it makes people feel at a loss.

He Yue immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The moment his toes fell to the ground, his legs became soft and he almost fell to the ground.

She stood slowly with the cabinet beside her, angry and aggrieved. As soon as she raised her head, she saw Qiu Qing'an standing at the entrance of the stairs.

He Yue's eyes were filled with water, his expression was angry, but his flat mouth looked pitiful.

Qiu Qing'an saw this scene as soon as he came up.

"Awaken?" he asked softly, picking Heyue up from the ground.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

"I'll take you to wash."

He Yue stared at him, clenched his fists in anger, and hit his shoulder hard.

"Are you crazy last night?"

"I'm sorry." Qiu Qing'an apologized with sincere eyes, and He Yue's anger subsided in his chest, but he still stared at him angrily.

Qiu Qing'an put her down in front of the bathroom table, and He Yue stood firmly on the edge. In the mirror, Qiu Qing'an lowered her head and squeezed her toothpaste and handed it over.

The boy's face was gentle, his eyebrows were pleasing to the eyes, and his white cheeks were coated with a halo by the sun penetrated through the window, making it look cleaner.

He Yue's last anger disappeared in an instant.

She took the toothbrush from his hand and stuffed it into her mouth.

I had noodles cooked by Qiu Qing'an for lunch. A white layer was placed in a bowl, and a poached egg lay in it. He Yue sat on the sofa and picked up the noodles with chopsticks. The taste was neither good nor bad. He didn't put any seasoning except salt, and it was very light in his mouth.
To be continued...