If this was in the movie scene, as soon as the elevator door opened, I should have looked at Shang Muxiao affectionately.
However, the reality is that he didn't open the door and didn't reply to my message. I don't know if I'm stupid, or if I don't look at my phone at all.
To this end, I had to directly open his voice call.
Through the door, I could faintly hear the ringing of the mobile phone and the barking of the dog. After a burst of footsteps, the phone was hurriedly picked up.
There were gasps in his ears, and Shang Muxiao cautiously didn't speak first.
I stood in front of the door, sighed, and rang the doorbell.
"Representative Xiao, won't you open the door for me?"
With the doorbell of "ding dong ding dong", the egg yolk cried even more cheerfully. The muffled sound of an object being knocked to the ground came from the door and the phone at the same time, followed by Shang Muxiao's panicked cursing.
"Be careful." I told him.
The next second, the door was suddenly pulled open, and Shang Muxiao appeared in front of me in a state of embarrassment. It seemed that I had just taken a shower and came to answer my phone without drying my hair. The buttons of my pajamas were wrong, and one of my slippers was missing.
"You... why are you here?" I was right in front of him, but he still held his phone, showing how frightened he was.
Stepping into the room, I saw the egg yolks spinning back and forth on the living room carpet. The other dogs had to put a fence around him and a leash, but he was fine, and a rug would limit his range of movement.
"Let's see you." Putting away the phone, I swept under my feet and found no slippers. "Are there shoe covers or slippers?"
He was stunned for a moment, then let out a line: "No. You don't need to take off your shoes, I... I haven't dragged the ground much, just come in."
He didn't know what shower gel he was using, but when he passed by, the rich fruity fragrance wafted toward his face, and his slightly moist skin smelled like some kind of sweet and sour tropical fruit.
The interior is roughly what a rental house should look like—sofas piled high with clothes, cardboard boxes that haven’t been sorted yet, and coffee tables filled with all kinds of things you can and can’t think of.
Fortunately, although the house was messy, it was not dirty, and there were no takeaway or instant noodle boxes that had been stored for a few days.
Thinking back to the time when Yang Hai masculine divorced, it can be said that he was devastated. The child was taken by his mother, and he was lying at home all day to waste time. I went to find him, and as soon as I entered the door, if I hadn't been able to stand up, I would have been staggered by the smell of the room.
That day, I drank a dozen bottles of beer with Yang Haiyang, and he vomited darkly while hugging the toilet. After vomiting, he hugged my wheelchair again, crying and vowing never to get married again in this life.
In the end, he fell asleep on the bed crying tired, and I helped him clean the room. What's in that pile of rubbish, I don't want to recall it a second time for so many years.
"You, when did you know that I am..." Shang Muxiao seemed a little hard to say, and the last few words were stunned.
"Representative Xiao?" I finished speaking for him.
On the wall opposite the sofa is a large TV of about 60 inches. It should be a gift from the landlord. There is a small box similar to a computer host under the TV. With the red gamepad on top, I guess it should be a game. machine.
Looking further to the side, there was a familiar black astronomical telescope on the balcony, not the 300,000 astronomical telescope, but the Star Trang that was broken by Shang Muxiao earlier.
The same model, but much newer than mine, and the film didn't have time to tear in some places.
Going around, as if the old man came back in a different way.
"Your sister knew about it on her wedding day." I touched the mirror of the telescope and turned to ask him, "Can you see the moon?"
Shang Muxiao's eyes wandered, staring at the ground: "Yes."
I leaned over amusedly, my left eye looked into the eyepiece, and I didn't see the moon, only the curtained window of my house.
"Is there a moon in my house?"
"So you deliberately lied to me that you like me?" He didn't answer my question, and was still struggling with Xiao's representative.
"On purpose, but I didn't lie to you." I straightened up and continued to visit other places.
The layout of this house is exactly the same as mine, except that my bedroom was made into a bathroom, which took up part of the area, making the room a little cramped. Shang Muxiao's bedroom has nothing but a large bed and a row of open coat racks, and it looks very spacious.
"Why? Because I asked you to stand up?" I looked at his bedroom, his clothes rack, and he leaned against the door frame and looked at me with his arms around his chest.
The rubber-covered bottom of the cane hits the tiled floor with a click. At present, I am well adapted to the exoskeleton, and I can walk with a unilateral crutch. If I walk slowly, it is not impossible to get off the crutch, but it will be unstable.
"Is that enough?" I turned to face him.
Before, I was only open to him in class, and he could feel that I wanted to unspoken rules for him, and he was crazy.
Now it's time for him to be mad, but he's honest.
"I don't know." He lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked confused, "I... I do want you to like me, but I don't want you to like me because I bought you a million exoskeletons... I don't want you to feel that you owe me, that you should repay like a snail girl..."
At this moment, he is more forward-looking than I am.
I couldn't listen anymore, so I walked over to hold his face in two steps, and directly pressed my lips.
It's just a simple lip-to-lip contact, and the blending of saliva and saliva, but it seems to make the soul sigh comfortably.
At this moment, no matter what theory I believed in before, I must admit - the so-called thing-in-itself, the id, the will, the mind... all the metaphysical existences that control our body but cannot be controlled by us, it may itself not be rational.
And the behavior of Shang Muxiao also confirmed this very well.
Only after being stiff for a moment, he accepted the kiss with all his heart, and quickly turned passive into active, kissing back more enthusiastically and deeply, completely forgetting the righteous words just now.
His arms wrapped around my waist, tightening constantly, as if to embed me into his body and become one with him.
I forced myself to break the kiss before I couldn't breathe. He wanted to chase after him, but was separated by my palm against my lips.
"I'm not a snail girl." I looked into his eyes, "I'm happy because you gave it to me, it's you, not anyone else."
If this exoskeleton was given to me by He Weizhou for 1 million, let alone selling the house, I would collect the money and return it to him to ensure that I would not have too much involvement with him.
"It's just three things. This is the second and last time. I'll give you one last chance, and I'll give myself the last chance. This time, it's not for happiness, but for a lifetime. Would you like to?"
This is probably what I have done in the past ten years. In addition to interacting with Shang Muxiao, the second most daring thing is to seek reconciliation with the ex.
Shang Muxiao's eyes widened a bit when he heard the words, which was a bit incredible.
I staggered my gaze to avoid him, and a little bit of self-doubt fell into my overly anxious wait.
Do you want to give him more time to think about such a big thing? After all, he was only in his early twenties, and his whole life was too far away from him. There are too many variables in life, and everything can be achieved without a verbal promise.
And... This speech is too like a marriage proposal, shouldn't he be frightened
"You..." I just wanted to tell him not to answer me so quickly, and I could think about it for a night, before I uttered a word, my whole body was hugged.
The crutches fell to the ground, and I didn't have time to exclaim. In a blink of an eye, I was lying on my back on the bed, and Shang Muxiao was pressing on top of me.
"You weren't talking about Lingling that day." He suddenly mentioned Yang Youling, "your star is me! It's me, right?"
He clasped my wrist and looked down at me, stubbornly waiting for my answer, no more confusion and hesitation in his eyes.
When I took the drug of love again and was willing to be a prisoner of instinct, he also regained his arrogance and became extremely sensitive.
He was telling the truth, nothing to deny, but I still felt a little embarrassed. I've never had a time in my life to say these things, and it's probably the most nasty thing I've ever said in my life.
"You haven't answered my question yet." I said to him.
Shang Muxiao's eyes are deep and deep, as if a black tide is brewing, which will engulf me anytime, anywhere.
"Yeah, I'm not looking at the moon, I'm looking at you. When you brought that vet home, I was going crazy."
I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized that he was answering a question I didn't know about.
"I just said, how could you let me not like them."
Or, he didn't want to answer my question, he just came back with pure self-confidence, and his tail was raised to the sky.
"Stop looking at people like that..." I warned him.
"Understood, I'll just look at you." He kissed the corner of my lips, raised his head and said, "You can teach me how to spend a lifetime with you. I'm very smart and will study hard."
Without waiting for me to say anything, he pressed down again, attacked the city slightly, his lips and teeth met, and it was a kiss that didn't give people a breath at all.
Like a beast that has been hungry for three days and three nights, and finally brought delicious food to his mouth, how can there be any polite reason
He was really smart, and he didn't need me to teach him, so he undid the exoskeleton and threw it to the ground.
That's a million...
Although the design of the exoskeleton device itself includes anti-collision function, I couldn't help but feel distressed, my eyes fell to the ground involuntarily, and was snapped back by Shang Muxiao.
"Look at me." He bit my chin lightly, then to my neck, slowly, giving me the illusion of being "devoured".
I swallowed my saliva, my Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he took a bite. It was even harder and more exciting.
He unbuttoned my shirt one by one, paused, glanced at me, and got up as if to reach for the switch by the bed.
"No need..." I grabbed the hem of his clothes and gently pulled him back. When he looked over, his eyes fell elsewhere.
"Don't turn off the lights?" He didn't move.
"Um."
"Let me see your legs?"
"... It's not like I haven't seen it."
He came back to me, the ball of his thumb stroked the end of my eye, and the dark tide in his eyes seemed to be more turbulent.
"Then don't cry."