This sentence stunned Lu Yinwen, she blinked: "What?"
Lu Qiang raised his chin: "Bra."
Lu Yin's head buzzed, and she quickly lowered her head. This vest was worn as if it was not worn. After being soaked in water, the color of the underwear inside was clearly visible, royal blue, lace, half-cup, and the part was bulging out.
The fire on his face was burning, Lu Yin covered his chest, turned and walked to the bedroom.
Seeing her disappear, Lu Qiang calmed down for a few seconds before concentrating on the work at hand.
After two minutes, Lu Yin dawdled out. He thought that she would change into dry clothes, but he didn't expect that she only wore a black coat, which was zippered down to the neck.
He could see through this little trick at a glance, and guarded against him like a wolf.
Lu Qiang made a 'ho' sound, turned his back and didn't look at her again.
Lu Yin couldn't help, so she stood stupidly at the door for a while, and went back to the living room to wait, thinking about it was inappropriate.
The ground was covered with water, and there were footprints of two people, the smaller one was hers, and the larger one was forty-three yards. Large and small, several of them overlapped, creating a cloud of smudges. In a small space, with a big man squatting, the usually deserted kitchen seemed to be crowded again.
Lu Yin looked away, went to the toilet to get a bucket and a rag, squatted behind him, and moved the sewage into the bucket little by little.
After wrapping up the tape, he got up to change the water valve. Lu Yin rubbed against his feet, and when he looked up, he saw that his trouser legs and cloth shoes were wet.
Lu Qiang moved half a step away, bowed his head and said, "Wipe it later, your feet are not clean, and they are dirty again."
Lu Yin brushed away the broken hair with the back of her hand: "I'll suck the water away first."
Lu Qiang ignored her and glanced to the side: "Is this dish burnt?"
"Um."
"What dish?"
Lu Yin said, "Shrimp balls in tomato sauce."
"You know a lot."
Lu Yin squeezed the rag dry: "I didn't know it at first, but I learned it slowly later."
"How is the taste?"
"… Well enough."
Lu Qiang kept moving his hands, and couldn't help but look down at her.
The light above the head is dim, and it sprinkles a warm color; the smell at the nose is very complex, food smell, burnt smell, gas smell and a faint smell of shampoo; the small kitchen is full of pots and pans.
There was also a woman, a small ball, crowded at his feet, wearing the most ordinary clothes, with disheveled hair, wiping the floor, like an obedient little black cat.
Lu Qiang shook his head, a smile hung on the corner of his lips, but he didn't notice it.
Changing the water valve is a trivial matter, and he did it in a few clicks. He touched the pot next to him: "Your pot handle is loose too."
Lu Yin stood up: "I didn't find screws at home, I thought about buying them, but forgot."
Lu Qiang rummaged through the toolbox, but found a half-foot-long iron wire without any screws. He straightened it with his hands, pierced it through the small hole of the pot handle, bent the top half, crossed at the bottom, twisted them together tightly with pliers, buckled it to the bottom of the pot handle, and cut off the excess part.
The pot was broken for half a month, but he fixed it in a minute.
Lu Qiang threw the vise back into the toolbox, picked it up and turned it upside down, and it was more secure than fixing it with screws. Those blunt tools are flexible in his hands, as if these skills are born in men.
Lu Yin's expression was a little dazed, and she felt strange in her heart, like a little man holding a pipe, puffing out his mouth and staring, desperately blowing air into it.
He put away his things: "Did you finish wiping?"
"... Hmm!" She paused and bent down to pick up the bucket.
Lu Qiang took the first step: "Give it to me."
A burst of breath overwhelmed Lu Yin's hand, and he raised his head. The light in front of his eyes was blocked by black, and he couldn't see anything else. His whole body was drenched, his muscular muscles were wrapped in a thin layer of cloth, and his chest was extremely firm. Turning her eyes, she looked along, the scar on the top of her head was clear and deep, showing the man's past.
Lu Yin took a step back to make way for him.
Lu Qiang also closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he lifted the bucket to the bathroom, and when he came out, he asked, "Is there anything else broken?" He then teased her and said, "I have to charge a tip next time."
Lu Yin said, "It's gone."
"Really gone?"
"Um."
He glanced at her: "Is the light at the door repaired?"
"… No."
Lu Qiang snorted, walked out, and muttered softly: "Dog brain."
The light in the corridor was just a broken wire. He unscrewed the light bulb, removed the wire, connected the broken place, and quickly repaired it.
Lu Qiang went to the bathroom to wash his hands, came out and passed the dining table, there were two dishes on it, sweet and sour short ribs and stir-fried vegetarian broccoli, and a bottle of bamboo leaf green was placed beside it, the seal was opened, and there was still more than half of the bottle.
Lu Qiang glanced, "Didn't eat?"
Lu Yin said: "Not yet." The two walked to the door: "Thank you today."
After Lu Qiang went out, he looked at the dining table again: "You can eat."
Lu Yin said politely, "Why don't you leave after eating!"
Lu Qiang paused, "Alright."
Lu Yin: "..."
He literally passed her and entered the house again.
Lu Yin was a little speechless, she just said casually, no one would take it seriously, but he accepted it with embarrassment. I was stunned at the door for a few seconds before reluctantly following in.
He sat down at the dining table, and Lu Yin added a pair of bowls and chopsticks: "Is there no one in the sentry box?"
Lu Qiang threw a rib into his mouth: "I locked the door."
"Then what if someone finds you?"
"It's late at night, what can happen."
"Won't someone from the property come down to check?"
"I'm home now, who will check." Lu Qiang glanced at her: "Don't push me away, I'll leave after eating, and help you for a long time, you mother..." He stopped in time: "...Leave after eating."
"..." she whispered, "That's not what I meant."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at him, picked up a broccoli with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth for a long time without chewing the taste.
Lu Qiang was not polite, he tasted both, his eyes fell on Zhuyeqing next to him: "Is there any more cups?"
"..." Lu Yin: "Yes."
She took one, and Lu Qiang filled it up for himself, took a sip, and smacked his lips. It was like water, and it was incomparable with Erguotou.
The dining table was very quiet for a while, everyone ate their own food, and no one spoke. Lu Qiang drank a few sips, saw that the white wine in front of her hadn't touched a sip, changed his mind for a while, and asked, "Are there any snacks?"
Lu Yin didn't understand: "What belongs to appetizers?"
"Chicken feet, dried tofu, peanuts."
Lu Yin thought for a while: "Only peanuts... raw."
Lu Qiang asked, "Where is it?"
"… in the fridge."
Lu Qiang got up and went to the kitchen, and it didn't take long before the inside turned upside down. He put some base oil into the pot, heated it up, threw the peanuts in, stir-fried quickly, sprinkled a little salt flower at the end, and served it on the plate.
Lu Qiang said, "Try it."
She stretched her neck and took a look. The small red beans were plump and crystal clear, covered with a few grains of white salt, piled up into a hill.
She shook her head without moving her chopsticks.
Lu Qiang raised his chin: "You didn't drink the wine you poured."
"I don't really want to drink anymore."
Lu Qiang smiled and didn't force it. He threw two peanuts into his mouth, chewed them crunchy, and took a last sip of the wine, drinking it with gusto.
He drank half a glass, and the person opposite swallowed.
Lu Qiang squeezed a few grains with his hands and threw them into his mouth, staring at his movements.
When he was pouring the second glass of wine, he saw that the woman couldn't hold it anymore, followed his example, eating peanuts and sipping wine.
He didn't look up, but secretly curled the corner of his lower lip.
Lu Yin has not been in contact with liquor for a long time. At first, it was to vent, and later, to improve sleep. After a long time, she felt that drinking some liquor was not bad. Every time she tasted it lightly, she could drink half a cup.
After drinking, the atmosphere became much more relaxed. Lu Yin's cheeks flushed, and her collar was pulled away a little, revealing her slender neck.
Lu Qiangming knew the answer, so he still asked, "How many years have you lived here?"
She calculated: "About five years."
"It's been a long time." He said, "This place is convenient and sells everything, but it's a bit broken."
Lu Yin said: "I'm used to it, so I don't feel broken." She chewed another peanut: "What about you? You live near here too?"
Lu Qiang added wine to her: "It's just opposite the neighborhood, and I just came out to live at a friend's house... It's not convenient, so I rented a room nearby."
Lu Yin took a sip of her wine, looked up at him, hesitated for a moment: "You... why did you go in?"
Lu Qiang raised his wine glass to his lips, paused, and suddenly looked up at her. He reacted strongly as if he had been poked hard.
Lu Yin was startled, her heart trembled, his eyes were a bit fierce at that moment, they were black and bright, sharp and compelling.
"… can not say?"
He slowed down and joked: "I can't say it."
After he answered in this way, she didn't ask any questions, and changed the subject to talk about something else.
Unknowingly, Lu Yin was poured down a whole cup by him, which was beyond her limit. Her eyes gradually blurred, her cheeks were flushed, and even her lips were gorgeous.
Lu Qiang got up and sat next to her. As he got closer, he could smell the faint fragrance of her body.
Lu Yin tried her best to find a trace of reason, and put her arms lightly against him: "Sit far away..."
"How far?"
She couldn't push it: "Further away..."
Lu Qiang grabbed the restless hand on his chest, rubbed it, and put his head against it instead: "Is it far enough?"
Lu Yin stared at him for a few seconds, unable to focus. She pulled out her hand and raised her wrist to look at her watch: "It's getting late... You should go back..."
Lu Qiang glanced at her bare wrist, and smiled: "Let's talk for a while."
"... what are you talking about?"
"Talk about your previous man."
Lu Yin paused, frowned, and seemed to try to think about that person: "He...has something to talk about."
"Why didn't the marriage come together?"
"...he's taken a fancy to someone else." Lu Yin's eyes fell in the distance: "There will be no wedding.".
Lu Qiang's eyes darkened, unable to express his feelings, "How long have you been together?"
"Six years...he was my first boyfriend. I met him in college...I stayed in Zhangzhou after graduation. The money was my savings from working for several years. I worked hard to save it, and I couldn't bear to buy anything for myself... Later, I really got a house and decorated it. It took a lot of care...and it turned out to be for them."
"That little girl is just twenty years old, seven years younger than me, lively and sunny... I would have liked him too... But this is not the most important thing, the key is that I can't have a baby...".
Her voice became hoarse, and she swallowed desperately. Lu Qiang felt a dull pain in his heart, feeling sorry for her and feeling like masochistic, suddenly felt that he was too fucking a man.
Lu Yin slowed down, and murmured again: "It's such a failure, I haven't understood it in my life... I'm afraid of others' gossip, I'm always sensitive and suspicious, I don't dare to say anything, I just think wildly in my heart..."
"Timid and timid... When I saw them coming out of the restaurant, I didn't walk past them with my chest up... I turned around and wanted to run away... "
"Twenty-seven years old, I'm afraid to live in his shadow all the time..."
She rested her chin on her hands, half-closed her eyes, and her body shook a little. His eyes are erratic, but he is clear and organized, and he lists his shortcomings clearly and logically.
Lu Qiang squinted at her: "Are you drunk?"
"… drunk."
"You're teasing me!" He pushed her, and Lu Yin fell to the side, but he grabbed her back, held her waist with his big palm, and never let go.
There was still a big sip of the wine in front of her, Lu Yin raised her glass and poured it in, but Lu Qiang snatched it away, she coughed violently, and finally choked up tears.
Lu Qiang's hand moved up, pinched her armpit, lifted it lightly, she sat on his lap, and patted her back with his big palm: "Do you still feel uncomfortable now?"
"Yeah." She didn't resist, and leaned against him obediently: "...cough, my chest hurts.".
"..." Lu Qiang changed the way of asking: "You still miss him now?"
Lu Yin nodded, thought for a while, then shook her head again: "I saw him today... Actually, I'm not too sad, I just think I'm a failure, I'm old and being played around...".
Lu Qiang suddenly smiled in a good mood, and then found that she was drunk, frowning drowsily, and forced the corners of her mouth tightly. The room was surprisingly quiet, so Lu Qiang stopped asking, hugged her tightly, and patted her lightly.
Both of them were still wearing wet clothes, sticking together, they were wet and uncomfortable. Her warm breath brushed against his chest, and her hips were on his lap. Slowly, the temperature in the room seemed to rise, and the air conditioner didn't count, and a fire burst out from her body coaxingly.
Originally, he only wanted to tease her to drink and play, but now the purpose is not pure. The finger under her leg just touched the dimple, separated by a layer of fabric, which is small and fragile. He rubbed hard, and in the next second, he had carried her to the bedroom.
He only left her a bra and panties, and he still had a semblance of reason, half kneeling by the bed, his head dripping with cold sweat. The large white patch made his eyes red, and a palm of cloth covered his endless desire, and he didn't even dare to look down.
After a while, he stretched out his index finger and touched the exposed semicircle, feeling numb.
The woman was ignorant and slept more soundly than a pig.
Lu Qiang twisted her waist hard, and spat: "Leave you whole for now..." He got up, pulled the quilt and threw it on her head, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Later, I will eat You have no bones left."