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The two entered the elevator, Liang Xinhe's hand was tightly held by Ning Xi, she was still shivering from the cold.

Ning Xi pressed the button on the 15th floor, and said to her in a warm voice: "Go to my place first, have you eaten tonight?"

Liang Xinhe curled her shoulders, her temples were tingling sharply, her lips were a little pale, she shook her head.

Ning Xi's eyes hurt, and she let out a breath secretly. She squeezed Xin He's hand as if to comfort her, and looked up at the numbers with a rare anxious expression.

After finally reaching the 15th floor, she hurried out with Xinhe, pressed the password, and quickly entered the house.

"Come on, take off your coat." After entering the room, Ning Xi hurriedly helped Liang Xinhe take off his coat without caring about changing his shoes.

"I'm fine..." Liang Xinhe changed the shoes by himself, and gave them to her, "Your shoes and socks are wet, change them quickly."

The two of you helped me and I helped you, but they were both flustered, and they all laughed.

They took off their coats, changed their shoes, and walked inside.

"Go inside and take a hot bath first." Ning Xi pushed her lightly, "I'll find you clothes later."

"...Oh." The half-wet long hair was sticky, and the whole body was cold, and it was really uncomfortable. Liang Xinhe didn't think too much, and went to the bathroom decisively.

Ning Xi's house is designed to be convenient for one person to live in. The bathroom and toilet are outside, quite large, separated from wet and dry.

The heated towel rail has clean bath towels and towels, and there is a light fragrance in the bathroom.

Stepping into the private and independent space of the person she likes, Liang Xinhe stood in a daze for a while before she consciously took off her clothes and entered the shower room. The hot water washed away the chill from her body, and the glass shower room suddenly became hazy. of mist.

Ning Xi went back to her bedroom, took a set of light blue house clothes and clean underwear.

When she came to the door of the bathroom, she paused, and there was a clear sound of water inside.

Her eyelashes twitched, and she paused before knocking on the door: "Xinhe, I'll bring you clothes, can you go in?"

After a while, the sound of the water became quieter, and Liang Xinhe hummed softly.

She opened the door and went in. The bathroom heater was turned on, and there was a familiar scent of shampoo. Her eyes quickly passed the hazy figure in the shower, put the clothes away, turned and went out, and closed the door behind her.

Liang Xinhe who was inside let out a sigh of relief. She was so nervous for a moment that she was stiff, and the next second she laughed again.

She washed her hair, came out of the shower, and changed into the clothes Ning Xi had prepared for her.

The home clothes are still very new, and they are a little longer on the body, but they are also suitable for wearing. There is a faint floral fragrance of fabric softener.

She took out the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet and was about to dry her hair when Ning Xi came over.

"I made ginger soup, you come and drink it first."

The aroma of warm ginger syrup diffuses very strongly, and there are two poached eggs nestled inside.

Liang Xinhe was really hungry. The poached eggs happened to be her favorite level of doneness, between fully cooked and candied. One bite, it was sweet and fragrant.

I took a hot bath, ate something, and my headache got better.

While she was eating, Ning Xi took a hair dryer and dried her hair.

"I'll dry the hair on the top of your head first, or you'll catch a cold."

"Pfft..." Liang Xinhe stopped holding the spoon, "You look like my mother..."

Ning Xi was silent, probably not knowing how to answer this sentence, the only response to her was the whistling of the hair dryer.

She quickly dried Liang Xinhe's hair until it was half dry, then sat down beside Liang Xinhe and watched her eat.

Being seen by her, Liang Xinhe felt a little uncomfortable, and asked, "How do you know I'm downstairs?"

"Guess, I called and you turned off the phone. I guess you're out of battery. You're not at home. I found your car in the garage. I guess you haven't gone far, so I went out to look for it."

Liang Xinhe smiled and rolled his eyes: "Is this the thinking of a writer of mystery novels?"

Ning Xi pursed her lips: "This is the thinking of ordinary people."

"That's right, the protagonist in the book wouldn't go out in the rain to find someone in minus three degrees of weather with slippers and jacket on..." Liang Xinhe teased her with a smile in his eyes.

Ning Xi fell silent, her gaze fixed on her: "If the protagonist is in a hurry to find his partner, the possibility is very high..."

Liang Xinhe felt that her apple muscles were bulging to both sides. She bit the spoon and thought to herself, "I'm quite good at flirting, but I always push people away at critical moments."

Other people's flirting may be obvious and predictable, but this great writer's flirting is often caught off guard, and he speaks words that touch her heart with a serious face.

Liang Xinhe deliberately refused to answer her words, and after eating, he took the bowl to the big single sink to wash.

"Leave it alone, I'll wash it."

"Oh..." Liang Xinhe smiled at her, "Then please~"

"There is mouthwash in the bathroom, as well as new toothbrushes and new cups, you can use them." Ning Xi said softly to her, putting on gloves and washing the dishes.

"Oh..." Liang Xinhe blinked unexpectedly, looked at her figure, turned around and went to the bathroom, and saw what she said.

When were these prepared?

Liang Xinhe felt soft sweetness in his heart.

After coming out, Ning Xi had already cleaned the kitchen, was drinking hot tea, and was clearing the materials on her desk.

She had changed her clothes just now. She had a khaki sweater, white long sweaters, a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the ring eye protection lamp on the table illuminated the beautiful lines of her side face, her temperament was calm and gentle.

"Then... I'll go back first," Liang Xinhe looked at her, "You write something."

Ning Xi raised her face: "I won't write tonight."

"Ah, then... it's good to take a break for a while."

Ning Xi looked at her and whispered, "Shall we talk?"

Liang Xinhe's heart skipped a beat: "Okay."

"Just now I sent a WeChat message asking Yu Bei to help me apply with the publishing house. The delivery time has been postponed, and we will talk about it later in the year."

Liang Xinhe was taken aback: "After the year? After the Lunar New Year?"

"Ah."

"Huh? Why?"

Ning Xi didn't answer directly, but said: "But that's the final delivery time. If my writing goes well, I can hand it in before the Spring Festival."

Liang Xinhe looked at her, his eyelashes fluttered slightly after thinking: "...why so suddenly?"

Ning Xi looked at her, her chest rose and fell slightly: "Xinhe, actually... I can't concentrate on writing these days, I can't read what I wrote, I'm too anxious, so I can't write it."

Liang Xinhe asked worriedly: "How could this happen? Then what should we do?"

Ning Xi approached her and came to her: "...Xin He."

Her facial features were suddenly very close, so close that Liang Xinhe couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Do you know? I couldn't contact you for more than half an hour today. I was in a bad mood, in a bad state, and very anxious."

"I... didn't expect to forget to charge the power bank."

"Well, so I just want to spend more time with you. This is the first, and writing is the second."

The rain and snow outside are still fierce, and the house is filled with warmth.

Quietly in the air, the two got very close, as if a pair of hands gently squeezed their hearts at the same time.

"Ah." Liang Xinhe blinked twice, his cheeks became hot, "...but my project has just started, yes, I will be very busy..."

"It's okay, I'll just write when you're busy." Ning Xi looked at her with clear and deep eyes.

Liang Xinhe was dumbfounded: "Then..."

"Let's have dinner together in the future, and we don't work on weekends, okay?"

"OK, all right."

The corners of Liang Xinhe's mouth turned up, and his heart was burning hot.

Ning Xi looked at her with a gentle and soft smile in her eyes.

The four eyes met, and there were similar smiles in each other's eyes.

Ning Xi looked at her with eyes that gradually deepened, her fingers came up and stroked Liang Xinhe's prickly dimples, her thumb gradually moved forward, and stroked her lips.

Liang Xinhe's back suddenly went numb, and she went to take off Ning Xi's glasses not to be outdone, but before she put them on, Ning Xi had already cupped her face and kissed her.

The kisses between the two of them before were soft and gentle, like two hearts intertwining their necks and whispering, unlike at this moment when the breaths of the two are hot and blended together, like a nebula burning in the universe behind them.

They pressed against each other tightly, and for the first time their lips and tongues met, feeling each other's affection.

After it was over, they didn't separate completely, but stopped at a distance where they could kiss again at any time, hugging tenderly and lingeringly.

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