After chatting for a while, Bai Hui felt that since Liu Changan and An Nuan were already a couple, it would attract attention if she chatted with him in the yard for too long in the middle of the night. Miao Yingying and herself were not the only ones who liked to gossip. Since she found out that Liu Changan and An Nuan lived in the same room, it was normal for someone to open the window and see her and Liu Changan.
Liu Changan's cell phone rang. Liu Changan glanced at it and said to Bai Hui with a smile, "I'm going to reply a message."
Bai Hui saw Liu Changan obviously avoided her and walked out of the yard. She couldn't help but feel a little strange. Why did he leave after replying a message?
Bai Hui walked back with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looked up inadvertently under the eaves and saw a bat hanging upside down on the beam. As a girl, she was naturally shocked and quickly called Miao Yingying out.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Miao Yingying stretched out half of her head and looked around. Then she poked it with a clothes pole.
The bat fell to the ground and remained motionless.
Bai Hui grabbed the clothes pole and slapped it for a while. The bat seemed to be dead. It didn't struggle or move.
"Stop hitting it. It seems to be a dead bat." Miao Yingying grabbed the clothes pole.
Bai Hui breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on it again.
"It seems to be a toy bat." Bai Hui felt that the bottom of her foot felt different. She smiled. It was so hard. Even a dead bat shouldn't be so hard.
Miao Yingying pulled Bai Hui and prepared to leave. The "dead bat" on the ground suddenly spread its wings.
It flew into the night sky and disappeared without a trace.
Miao Yingying and Bai Hui looked at each other. It turned out to be a living bat. How could there be such a strange bat!
"It's so strange. Is it a monster?" Miao Yingying was also scared.
"Where did the monster come from?" Bai Hui said with uncertainty.
"You can ask Liu Changan. He likes to read Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and Zi Buyu." Miao Yingying felt that Liu Changan was definitely an expert in unserious knowledge.
"Forget it, forget it. Who knows what kind of weird bat it is? Maybe it struggled a few times, but it's just a dying struggle. After flying for a few meters, no one knows where it went." Bai Hui shook her head. She did not want to ask Liu Changan about it now. She was feeling depressed.
After that, Bai Hui pulled Miao Yingying back to their room.
After replying to the message, Liu Changan stood at the door of his room and began to recite poems.
After reciting dozens of poems with the word "moon", the door finally opened.
"You're crazy. If I don't open the door, are you going to recite poems all night?" An Nuan blushed and let Liu Changan in.
"Knocking on the door makes me look impatient. I don't want you to think that I can't wait." Liu Changan said with a smile.
The door was locked. There were two incandescent light bulbs hanging in the small room. An Nuan's heart was like a wire with light bulbs hanging on it. In this quiet night, Liu Changan, who was as lazy as ever, reminded An Nuan of the male protagonists in the family scenes in many movies. Maybe he would have a drink, or he would casually take off his shirt, or he would fall on the bed.
She was like a viewer watching a movie, paying attention to the emotions revealed in his movements. She was also like the female protagonist hiding in the scene. Should she be in the hallway with her cheeks hidden in the shadows and her body exposed in the haze, walking towards him step by step and seducing him?
As her imagination ran wild, her cheeks turned red, and her eyes became watery. Soon, she came back to her senses. She was thinking too much. The next step should be to say good night to each other, turn off the lights, and go to sleep!
Just as she was thinking about this, An Nuan found that someone had done what she thought was the most correct thing to do. Liu Changan lifted the quilt and got in, then pulled the quilt over his head.
An Nuan was stunned. Why did he do this?
Even if she thought it was the right thing to do, the truth should not be like this. He should look at her gently and ambiguously, and tell her that this was a special moment since the two of them confirmed their relationship. He should show some nervousness and inexplicable satisfaction, and she should respond with shy and sweet eyes. The two of them then turned off the lights and said good night, listening to each other's breathing or small movements, and asked if she could not sleep. The two of them began to chat until it was late at night. They could no longer hear the croaking of the frogs outside the window, and even the light of the stars and moon had faded. Then, they fell asleep.
Dreams and reality were so different. An Nuan walked over and lifted Liu Changan's quilt. Then, she couldn't help but scream. She hurriedly ran back to her bed, lifted the quilt, and hid herself.
Liu Changan was a hooligan. She clearly saw him lift the quilt and get in. She didn't see any movement. When An Nuan lifted the quilt, he had already taken off his pajamas and pajamas. He was lying on the bed wearing only a pair of underwear.
"Don't shout so loudly." Liu Changan said with his eyes closed, "Miao Yingying and Bai Hui are the two mistresses next door. They will think that you are trying to seduce me."
Miao Yingying and Bai Hui are next door? An Nuan didn't pay attention to it. She couldn't help but think. Did they hear my voice just now?
But now what made An Nuan unacceptable was, "I shouted so loudly. How can they think that I am trying to seduce you? They will only think that you are trying to seduce me! "
"Oh, it seems to make sense. Sorry, I am used to seeing myself as a hot potato. I always feel that girls want to seduce me. " Liu Changan still said with his eyes closed. Then, he pulled the quilt up to cover his body, lest An Nuan couldn't hold it.
"Bah, you are a rotten egg." An Nuan was amused and annoyed at the same time. She wasn't shy anymore. She lifted the quilt again and turned her head to look at Liu Changan.
Liu Changan also opened his eyes and looked at An Nuan.
The distance between the two double beds was less than fifty centimeters. Liu Changan raised his hand and reached over. His palm rested on the edge of An Nuan's bed.
An Nuan's finger crawled out from under the quilt a little. She quietly raised her middle finger and retracted it again.
Liu Changan stretched out his arm a little, pinched the naughty middle finger, and pulled it out little by little. Then, he held her palm.
After the shower, Liu Changan held the warm and smooth palm. He sighed with satisfaction and said in a low voice, "Holding hands."
What was the next sentence? An Nuan was a little strange, but she quickly remembered the sentence Liu Changan wrote on the back of the picture he drew for her.
It begins with the heart, and ends with the head of a white man. Holding it brings peace, and accompanying it brings warmth.
She didn't expect her name to be so touching. An Nuan's lips curled up slightly. She looked at Liu Changan, who closed his eyes.
"Nuan Nuan, let me tell you a story."
"What story?"
"The story of an immortal."
"An immortal? Then he must have had a lot of women! "
"You can really grasp the key points."
"This immortal, don't tell me his name is Liu Changan?"
"Of course, the protagonist is me."
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