a delicate flower

This is not the first time Ai Lang has the idea of ​​"never seeing each other again" with Zhuang Lin, but it is the first time he asks Zhuang Lin to "get out".

If it is said that the former still has room for manoeuvres such as "accepting or rejecting", the latter is completely determined.

Zhuang Lin explained in every possible way, but it sounded like he was making excuses.

"I didn't want to send the video to anyone" corresponds to "So what is your motivation for taking that kind of video", "I sent it by mistake just now because you snatched the phone" corresponds to "You did it because I stole the phone Delete the appearance", "If I want to do this, do I still need to show you the appearance" corresponds to "Because you think playing with me is fun".

One couldn't explain clearly, and the other didn't listen to the explanation. In the end, Zhuang Lin followed Ai Lang in silence.The air conditioner in the bedroom was turned on for heating, and the temperature was not low, but the atmosphere between the two of them was so cold that it was almost freezing.

The cold war between the two resulted in a room of silence.

Ellen pursed her thin lips, raised her hand to touch the rabbit ears on her head, took them off and threw them on the ground, landed on the ground barefoot, got up and walked to the bathroom, and said, "I don't want to see you again after I take a shower."

Zhuang Lin looked up. Ai Lang was tall and thin, but his hips were fleshy. The shadow of his waist became deeper under the warm yellow light. Further up, the shoulder blades of his waist were scattered with dark spots , Those are the hickeys he just left.

Zhuang Lin's face was expressionless, but his heart was extremely irritable. As soon as the bathroom door closed, he lowered his head, covered his forehead with one hand, frowned and closed his eyes, and even the snorting became heavier.

He rubbed the center of his brows, opened his eyes, and saw that the mobile phone that Ai Lang had dropped from the bed was lying at his feet. The "thump, thud, thump" notification sound became louder and louder in the quiet room. On the screen of the mobile phone Turn on the screen light and pop up a reminder of new WeChat messages.

Zhuang Lin picked up the phone, feeling confused. When he entered the wechat group, he saw all the friends and friends. He was curious about what he withdrew, because some people said that he could still see Zhuang Linfa's small video after entering the group. The cover picture of the video could be discerned. It was a person's bare shoulders, but a bit of the video was found to be withdrawn—this glimpse was tormenting like a cat's paw scratching, the man scratched Zhuang Lin in a different way and asked him for the video.

Seeing these words, Zhuang Lin felt even more irritable, his anger was mixed with jealousy, and it crackled into a real fire of samadhi, and his whole body exploded as if he had eaten dynamite.

Zhuang Lin has always been praised for his good temper. The so-called "good temper" means that he can control his emotions better than ordinary people, as if the people and things around him are dispensable to him. It can disturb his emotions, and there is nothing worthy of his anger.

However, the buddy in the group who asked for a video from Zhuang Lin got Zhuang Lin's response in a two-second voice: silence in the first second and a short but angry word "roll" in the second second.

The buddy who asked for the video was stunned and felt a little honored - he could hear Zhuang Lin's angry voice, but it's a pity that he couldn't see his expression at this moment.

The rest of the crowd watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Some of them apologized to Zhuang Lin from the buddy who asked for the video, and some were more curious about the reason for Zhuang Lin's anger and the video that showed "withdrawn".

Zhuang Lin didn't have extra time to deal with other people in the group, so he pressed the back button to exit the group chat interface, and saw that the group chat message was suppressed by the message sent by Zhao Bailei——

"What's the matter with you, shouldn't it be the pornographic video of Ai Lang that was withdrawn?"

Seeing the word Ai Lang at first sight, Zhuang Lin was furious for no reason. The first reaction was that Zhao Bailei saw the video, and the second reaction was that he wanted to beat him up.

But Zhao Bailei is really innocent. He was just a soy sauce person who entered the group to look through the chat records to watch the excitement. After seeing the people in the group's imaginative description of the video cover, he thought of Zhuang Lin mentioning that he and Ailang were bed partners. The relationship between them is directly seated.

Zhao Bailei is certainly interested in Ai Lang's performance on the bed, but he is more concerned about why Zhuang Lin, a reticent person, loses his temper.

Zhao Bailei didn't realize that he saved his life by saying "I didn't see the video, I guessed it" in time, and asked strangely: "Who messed with you?"

Zhuang Lin calmed down a little, his mind was still in a mess, and he replied, almost self-defeating, and asked Zhao Bailei: "Have you ever coaxed anyone?"

Zhao Bailei: "Ah, who are you kidding?"

Zhuang Lin hesitated: "Coax the bedmate?"

Zhao Bailei: "..."

Zhao Bailei: "How do you coax me into bed?"

Zhuang Lin: "I went to bed and wanted to break up with you."

Zhao Bailei: "..."

Zhao Bailei felt that Zhuang Lin's statement was a bit contradictory, and asked instead: "The bed partner still needs to be coaxed? It's over after going to bed, and you can leave after putting on your pants, but the girlfriend has coaxed her before. Besides, the bed partner has the word 'break up' Well, don’t they always contact each other when there is a need, and they know each other well, but they don’t talk about feelings. Of course, there are also cases of sleeping from a bed partner to a girlfriend.”

Zhuang Lin was silent for a while.

Zhao Bailei asked gossipingly: "So is this a problem with your 'bed partner' or a problem with your 'girlfriend'?"

Zhuang Lin looked at Zhao Bailei's question, hesitated for a moment, and typed three words: "None."

Not a bed partner, not a "girl" friend.

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Ailang put two towels in the glass room of the bathroom, sat on the ground, and let the warm water from the shower head rain on him from top to bottom.

He sat there for a while, his mind was empty, and he didn't know how long he sat there. When he leaned on the wall and got up to turn off the switch of the shower, he found that the pulps of his fingers were already wrinkled.

Ellen dried himself slowly, put on his pajamas, stood behind the bathroom door, stared at the doorknob, and then made up his mind to open the door.

He walked out of the bathroom, glanced at the empty bedroom, and then at the floor, Zhuang Lin's cell phone was gone, only the headband with rabbit ears was lying on the floor alone.

Ai Lang walked out of the living room on his indoor slippers, but he still didn't see Zhuang Lin outside. He walked to the entrance and saw that Zhuang Lin's shoes were gone, so he was sure that Zhuang Lin had really left.

Ellen turned around and walked into the bedroom dully, changed his clothes, went out and went downstairs.

The temperature at night is lower than that during the day, and the cold wind blows straight into his neck. Alan pulls up his collar to cover his neck exposed to the cold wind, and stretches his sleeves to hide his fingers. Unfortunately, he is barefoot He put on his slippers and went out, his feet were blue from the cold.He wandered around in the small supermarket downstairs, wandering around in unfamiliar areas, and finally found something he wanted to buy.

He walked over, the store was deserted, the aunt sitting at the cashier was watching the drama, the mobile phone case with the stand was leaning on the counter, and she only raised her head when she heard "Checkout".

I saw a lighter and two packs of cigarettes on the cash register.