Su Da stayed at home for a day, staying behind closed doors and not leaving.

On the evening of the next day, He Yuan appeared in front of her apartment.

The tall figure in the cat's eyes came unexpectedly, and Su Da's eyes slowed down, and he reacted for a few days before he came back to his senses.

She opened the door and said in a daze: "Why are you..."

He barely asked the first half of the conversation and moved him into it.

He Yuan frowned slightly, with a little cool breeze on his body, and asked her, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"ah."

Su Da moved his lips, his face pale slightly, and he said with no strength, "I have a cold. I slept at home for two days and didn't have time to check my phone."

After returning from Jiasong Gallery that day, it caught a cold at night.

She couldn't get excited, and maybe she didn't want to cheer up. She stayed in the room and slept without any time, day and night, and when she was hungry, she would get up and eat some simple food to make her stomach, and then continue to lie down.

After dozens of hours, people are still lazy, and the more they sleep, the more they become, the more tired they become.

Su Da brought He Yuan a pair of shoes and welcomed him in.

He came to her residence for the first time.

There are not many things in the living room, and the floor-to-ceiling glass on both sides are spacious. There are three pots of green plants next to the window lattice, which can be seen vaguely behind the raised curtains.

The overall color of the house is light, white, beige, and light coffee complement each other.

There is a faint fragrance in the air.

There is a painting board in front of the window, and there is an unfinished painting on the cloth.

Su Da poured him a glass of water, saw He Yuan looking at him, put the cup on the coffee table, and quietly pulled off the white cloth to cover the painting.

She turned around and was about to sit down when He Yuan on the sofa stretched out his hand to her.

Su Da paused, his eyelashes drooped lightly, and he slowly handed his hand over, and was pulled by him and sat next to him.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

She shook her head, knowing that he would definitely not agree, and immediately said, "After taking the medicine, it's almost done, but I'm a little tired."

She was already white, and she became a little weak, with her eyes and eyes faintly showing her "tiredness".

He Yuan looked at her, pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Are you still unhappy about what happened two days ago?"

"Um?"

Su Da was a little unresponsive.

He Yuan felt that she must be angry.

He was busy that day, and she asked if she could accompany her to the salon. He rushed to the meeting before he could go back.

After finishing the work at hand, she did not reply to a single word after the news.

He called her but no one answered it, and it couldn't be reached.

"Tuesday..." He Yuan frowned slightly, "I did make arrangements the day after tomorrow. It may not be a long time, but I may have to be busy until very late."

He flattened his brows and said, "Otherwise, you go first, and I'll come to find you as soon as I finish my work, okay?"

Su Da blinked silently, a little stunned for a moment.

He apologized slightly in his tone that seemed to be normal, with a little indescribable sense of seeking peace, perhaps even he himself didn't notice it.

He is willing to understand, consider, and care about her mood.

Su Da's heart couldn't help but ripples arise.

But……

The unsuppressed sourness still couldn't resist it. The indescribable emotion flowed through the chest, and finally disappeared from the flesh and blood and heartbeat.

After a long time, she nodded, "Yes."

Su Da couldn't speak tired, "Will you leave after waiting?"

Or..." As he said that, he remembered that he had a cold and felt silent.

He Yuan was silent for a few seconds and said, "Xu Lin and the driver are still downstairs."

Su Da nodded, he was leaving without surprise, after all, she was sick.

He Yuan said, "I'll call them to go back."

Su Da paused and looked at him, but didn't say anything for a long time.

His eyes were calm and quiet, dark and gloomy pupils seemed to reflect her.

Su Da was in a complicated mood.

He slightly closed his eyelids, but because of his undissipated illness, it seemed that he had covered all his eyes.

She sighed long, silently, and lazily pressed her forehead against his shoulder.

He Yuan kept silent, as if he was considering her discomfort, raised his hand around her back and put his palms on the back of her head.

That night, Su Da didn't sleep well.

She was drowsy and dreamed in the heat, shaking, floating in the endless river of the illusory dream.

He Yuan's arms were like a huge fire cage. Her body temperature was already normal and he was taken to another height by him.

The young body is full of desire.

He Yuan hugged her and slept with iron arms tightly around her waist.

She was in her solid arms and woke up, and couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

In a trance, she seemed to open her eyes and turned her head back: "He Yuan..."

The sound was muttering, as thin as a mosquito.

The arms around her tightened a little bit, and he closed his eyes and responded heavily: "Hmm?"

His breathing tugged across her neck.

One strand after another, the thick night became hotter and hotter.

...

They have had many times, but this time it is different.

Until the house returns to peace.

Su Da's voice was already hoarse, and the sound of shattering as if it was crying finally stopped.

A layer of gauze-like light fell on the ground.

He Yuan leaned in her ear and gasped.

Su Da looked at the dark ceiling, his pulse was beating violently, but his eyes were as quiet as stagnant.

She looked at the ball of black, the ball of black that was so blue that it could not be dissolved deep, hugged He Yuan's sweaty neck tightly, and slowly closed her eyes.

The manor on the top of Huaiming Mountain is elegant and has a better view at night. Standing in the yard, you can see the lights below, and you will feel like you are looking at the galaxy from afar.

The artists who come to participate in the art salon have different styles, but there are no exaggerated and alternative contestants. They are all people who have been immersed in the circle for many years. They have long looked down on the behavior of attracting attention by exaggerated costumes - they are too superficial and lack style.

"Preface" is not the most important thing, but human instinct is still the most honest.

As soon as Su Da arrived, he attracted everyone's attention.

She was wearing a black-colored chest-length skirt, her fair neck was as thin as a swan, her shoulders were smooth, her shoulders were round, her collarbone was small and delicate, and her long curly hair was bent in loose wavy curves.

The temperament is in the valley and the orchid, but when I raise my eyes, my face is bright like a rose.

The first floor is not the home court. Those who were invited are not in a hurry to enter the venue. They were originally greetings with their acquaintances and friends, but unexpectedly she was caught in her sight, and neither of them could be taken away.

As she moved and walked, the hem of the skirt opened the silent waves, one by one, falling into stunning eyes.

Zhou Zhou passed through the gathered eyes and rushed to her. Seeing that she stopped and refused to leave, "What's wrong?"

Su Dai said, "You go up first."

"And you?"

"I'll sit here for a while and wait for someone."

Su Da looked at the direction of the entrance.

Zhou Zhou didn't ask many questions, and was a little worried: "Can you be alone?"

Su Da shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Zhou Zhou had no choice but to say, "Then I'll go up first."

The first floor has also been decorated, with several tables and seating for rest.

Su Da sat down near, and chose a sheltered position.

Soon, a man named Sun came to chat with him.
To be continued...