Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..." Yun Si raised her eyebrows.

It was a bit surprising.

"Are you a fan of mine too? You also want... my autograph?"

Just as he finished speaking, the elevator dinged and the door opened slowly.

The eighth floor has arrived.

Yun Si glanced at the familiar potted plants outside.

The man wearing a black mask in front of him was holding a pen in the air, smiling and nodding.

He seems to be a very polite and well-disciplined fan.

She moved her lips, pondered for a moment, and looked up at him, "How about... you come to my house? It's inconvenient for me to carry things now."

"..." The man's smile faded slightly, his eyes dark.

"Would this be bad?"

When they met for the first time, did she dare to invite a strange man...into the house?

The temperature in his eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a strange undercurrent.

But Yun Si didn't know what he was thinking, she just raised her chin to signal.

"It doesn't matter, I believe you are not a bad person."

At most, he is just a pervert with no sense at all.

She thought calmly.

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Enter your password, open your door, and put your stuff down.

Yun Si took off her thick coat, washed her hands, and put a cup of warm tea in front of him.

The thin man sat there with his mask still on, looking at her with a smile, his fingers extremely cold.

When she accidentally touched him, Yun Si paused and then retracted her hand as if nothing had happened.

Picking up the pen he gave him, he opened the first page of the book and signed it.

"May I have your name?"

Halfway through signing, she seemed to have thought of something, raised her head and asked.

The man's eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his eyes fell on her white fingers, his eyes dark, "Qin Qing, Qing Qing, the beautiful lady's Qing."

The very bookish name is just like the feeling given by his whole person, which is very comfortable, like a warm lake under the moon, without showing a trace of edge.

It makes people unable to be on guard at all.

Yun Si nodded, lay down beside the coffee table, and wrote on it one stroke at a time - To Qin Qing.

"I never thought you would be my fan."

She closed the notebook and returned the original notebook and pen.

The elegant man in the woolen coat took it and said with a smile, "Your acting skills are very good, I can't overstate my liking."

She thought for a moment and nodded politely, "Yes."

"Do you live here too? I don't think I've seen you before."

Qin Qing put away his pen and notebook and tapped his fingertips, "I just moved here recently and I'm not familiar with this area yet."

Yun Si nodded, expressing understanding.

His eyes seemed to fall inadvertently on the merchandise bag placed aside, which she had just brought back before she could take out the contents.

He saw the men's clothing logo on the bag, raised his eyes, and asked casually, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Yun Si took a look.

"No, this is...I want to give it away."

"To whom?"

He asked softly, staring at her.

She paused and looked at him.

There seemed to be a silence in the air.

Qin Qing seemed to know that he had asked too much. He smiled calmly and stood up.

"Sorry, I crossed the line."

What a polite fan.

She looked up at him and said nothing.

He didn't ask about it again, and the tone of his words was very good.

Be courteous and gentle, but don't seem distant.

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb you. I hope you...can have a good dream tonight."

"..." Yun Si's eyelids twitched.