It was a runaway sex.
Afterwards, Xue Xue defined it this way.
The morning and noon were spent like this. When Xue Xue, who was extremely tired, woke up again, it was almost evening.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Luo Chi sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, which was not dark. The whole person seemed to be half-hidden in the dim light, like a silent statue.
After hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and met Xue Xue's gaze.
The woman did not dry her hair, but only covered a large towel to keep out the wind.
Luo Chi looked at her, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Xue Xue didn't care.
"You can go take a shower."
Saying that, she walked to the dining table aside and poured a glass of lemonade to drink.
Roche didn't move.
Until Xue Xue sat down beside him.
"Why, am I scary?" Xue Xue couldn't help laughing when she noticed the man's tense body for a moment. "You're nervous, don't forget, the two of us just went to bed..."
"do not talk!"
These words were not loud, but they echoed clearly in the quiet space.
Xue Xue was stunned.
Her brows were bright and bright, and even when she was pressing her emotions, she had a sullen aura.
Luo Chi knew that the other party was good-looking, but even so, he was still stunned for a moment.
It was not until Xue Xue spoke and the sound penetrated into the eardrum that he suddenly reacted.
"Brother Luo Chi..." The woman's tone was special, clear and a little dumb, like the thorns growing on the tender stems of roses, revealing a faint smell of danger. "Have you really lost your memory?"
As soon as these words were asked, Luo Chi's body froze slightly.
Although he came to understand quickly, Xue Xue still noticed his momentary abnormality.
"Is that important?"
He asked Xue Xue.
"Isn't that important?"
Xue Xue asked Luo Chi back.
The eyes of the two were facing each other, and their eyes were like substance, and sparks were rubbed against each other.
"You and I turned out to be lovers, Brother Luo Chi." With a frown, Xue Xue's expression was sad. "Isn't it a sad thing that a lover forgets himself?"
she asked, her gentle tone filled with a touch of sadness.
Roche was speechless.
It would be unpleasant for anyone to be forgotten by the other, not to mention that the two are still lovers. From the pictures Xue Manqing showed him and the "testimony" of other people in the gang, Luo Chi believed that the other party was not. deceiving yourself.
Paradoxically, Luo Chi didn't feel it.
To be more precise, he had no feelings for Xue Manqing before the Huan Ai just now.
Occasionally, some sporadic clips flashed in my mind, but these clips did not mean much to Luo Chi. He was like a bystander, looking at people who looked exactly like him, and he had not experienced it for a while. life.
Even if that person is him, he cannot resonate, let alone empathize
It's like two separate individuals with the same face but different personalities.
However, it seems that from a certain moment, the situation is slightly different.
Luo Chi couldn't tell the specifics, but he felt that Xue Manqing, the woman who suddenly wanted to call her Xue Xue, seemed to have something different on her body.
And that thing caught Luo Chi's eyes.
"Roche..."
Xue Xue leaned closer to his ear.
The cinnamon scent on the woman lingered on her side, surrounding Luo Chi.
Those long and narrow phoenix eyes are like two black vortexes, which can attract people's minds unconsciously.
"You look at me like this, do you fall in love with me?"
The atmosphere became very ambiguous for a while.
It stands to reason that Luo Chi should have denied it at this time, but it was like being blocked by his mouth, and he couldn't utter a word no matter what.
Xue Xue smiled.
Different from the smile just now, this smile is bright and bright, like the bright sun shining in the spring when the flowers are blooming, with a heat that will not burn people, but the mouth is dry.
Something has changed.
Luo Chi realized this and did not resist.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Until a rush of bells broke the silent stare of the two.
Xue Xueyu's raised hand paused, and finally fell to her ear, hooking the wet sticky hair behind her ear.
She walked to the entrance and looked at the picture on the monitor screen with a flash of interest in her eyes.
"Your good sister is here, Luo Chi."
This sounded a bit yin and yang, Luo Chi frowned, and it was too late to say that Xue Xue had already opened the door.
It's Willow.
In Xue Manqing's memory, an impressive woman.
Her face is tender, her eyes are round and bright, and the appearance of noodles in clear soup looks like a high school girl, with a carefree innocence.
At this time, the pair of cat-like eyes widened, after seeing the hickey on the neckline that Xue Xue had not drawn.