Rose with Snow

Song Yingshi felt that Huai Xu seemed to treat her as a fool.

She put down her nail clippers, walked to the wall and unplugged the camera, then turned off all the lights in the room, and shouted towards the bathroom:

"What the hell, the cameras are turned off for you, come out quickly."

In the bathroom, Huai Xu raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Song Yingshi would answer like this, which was beyond her expectations.

She twisted her fingers, held the doorknob and pressed down, not opening the door completely, only opened a gap the size of half a palm—

The light from the bathroom gleamed, casting a shimmer in the dark room. But the light was very weak, and the rooms farther away were extremely dim, because the curtains were also drawn, and it was almost impossible to reach out.

Only then did she know how Song Yingshi dared to let her out.

Huaixu couldn't see where Song Yingshi was, but only heard her say proudly:

"We've lived here for so long, you can't hit it in the dark, right?"

Huai Xu sneered and said:

"What should I do if I hit it?"

Song Yingshi's voice was vicious:

"If you can't get up, just lie down on the ground, no one will help you anyway."

Huaixu turned off the bathroom light with a backhand, and really groped for her bed in the dark.

There is nothing in the room to get in the way, she walks smoothly, fumbles for clothes, and can be distracted by her roommate:

"You slept like this?"

Song Yingshi rolled her eyes silently. Knowingly, she came back from dancing and running, and she didn't wash her sweat. How could she sleep?

"It's not waiting for you to get dressed."

A slight voice came from the darkness, Song Yingshi estimated that she was wearing it, and pretended to care:

"Can you find the front and back? Don't wear it wrong."

"Are you here to help me?"

Song Yingshi retorted:

"I'm cultivating your self-care ability, take it seriously."

Huaixu didn't speak, Song Yingshi tilted her head:

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was just thinking..." Huaisu paused, and when it sounded again, her position seemed to be closer, "I should learn from you tonight from last night."

When she finished speaking, all the lights in the room turned on.

Huai Xu turned on the light.

Song Yingshi narrowed her eyes, stimulated by the light, and blinked several times.

After getting used to it, her eyes fell on Huai Xu.

Huaixu had walked away from the switch. She was wearing a shirt that Song Yingshi had seen her wear a few times before, not much.

The hem of the shirt can barely cover the thighs, and the rest is exposed.

Song Yingshi didn't feel anything before, but now seeing it, he has a feeling that he can't tell.

Huaixu is different from her. After she showers, she must wipe the water off her body before putting on clothes. But Huaixu often wiped it casually and put on pajamas.

The shirt was originally soft and thin. It was soaked in water that had not been wiped dry, and it was attached to Huaixu's skin. The cicada-like whiteness turned into a light gray and translucent wet mark, which was tightly adsorbed on Huaixu's body. .

Song Ying didn't like that sticky feeling when she thought about it, but Huaixu seemed to be used to it, and bent over to wipe herself.

Holding a towel in her hand, she leaned over and slowly wiped the water droplets from her calf.

She used the towel to **** off the water a little bit, doing it meticulously, and the porcelain-white skin made the towel yellow.

Song Yingshi was opposite her, and when Huai Xu leaned over, her neckline opened in her direction—

They were throbbing, swollen.

Song Yingshi pretended to look away naturally, and finally remembered that Huai Xu was wearing this shirt while washing together in the bathroom one day, and she also helped Huai Xu button up.

...this is definitely a restless shirt, like her master.

Song Yingshi didn't think about it anymore and turned to wash up.

I'm going to record the second group tomorrow, so I have to go to bed earlier tonight.

Fortunately, Huai Xu's operation seems to have come to an end tonight, and there is another period of peace in the bedroom. When Song Ying came out, Huai Xu was already on the bed, with the lyrics book in her hand.

When she was in the bedroom, Huaisu would write something with her lyric book most of the time, even before going to bed. When she was facing the lyrics book, Song Yingshi's movements would be lighter.

Song Yingshi glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past ten in the evening.

She put on face cream and reminded softly, "It's time to go to bed in half an hour."

Huaixu wrote two more words, put the pen cap on, and put the lyrics book on the bedside: "I'm done, you can turn off the lights anytime you want."

Song Ying hummed, and after taking care of her skin, she turned off the light, and turned on the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy.

Lying on the bed, Song Yingshi looked at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly said:

"are you asleep?"

There are only two people in the room, and this sentence without naming names has naturally found the owner, and because there is no name for no reason, it adds a different kind of intimacy.

Huaixu replied, "No."

Song Yingshi was still looking straight above: "How about a chat? Let's talk about fifty cents."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Song Yingshi looked sideways at Huai Xu, although in the darkness, she couldn't see anything. Song Yingshi pondered the wording, and hesitantly said:

"I'm a little curious... When did you know your sexuality?"

Of course, Huaixu is not the first ntxl Song Yingshi has come into contact with. After all, there are hundreds of different sexual orientations in the entertainment industry. But Song Yingshi made a wide range of friends, but not deep, and would not ask friends such questions.

She saw the mental journey of some people on the Internet, but they were all other people, not the Huaixu in front of her.

In addition to being curious about the group of Ji Zai, Song Yingshi also really wanted to know, when did the heroine of the original book bend?

The speed of Huaixu's answer revealed her thoughtlessness:

"Long time ago."

Song Yingshi broke the casserole and asked to the end:

"How long is a long time?"

"Sexual enlightenment."

Song Yingshi nodded thoughtfully, it sounded natural.

She opened her mouth to ask the first question, and the following questions came out like a fountain:

"How do you know?"

"If you know it, you will know it."

"There must be some kind of expression... For example, you find that you have no interest in male classmates, but only like to play with female classmates? You don't seem to like who you like to play with, or do you have a crush on someone?"

Huai Xu laughed softly, her voice slightly hoarse:

"You know quite a lot."

"?"

You can look down on me, but you can't look down on my self-taught knowledge.

Song Yingshi ignored her sarcasm and just wanted to know the answer:

"Answer me quickly."

Huaixu's voice is a little lazy:

"I'm not interested in boys, and I don't like to play with female classmates."

Song Yingshi gave her a thumbs up:

"Equality between men and women has been achieved in your eyes... Then how did you find out?"

Song Yingshi said, she recalled it, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Huai Xu did not answer the last question.

Song Yingshi directly turned over and slept on Huaixu's side, holding the quilt in her hand:

"Who did you have a crush on at that time?"

When this question was asked, Huai Xu did not speak for a long time.

In the darkness where the silence spread, Song Yingshi looked in Huaixu's direction without blinking.

Slowly, she turned over and lay back, smiled, and whispered:

"Wow, you must be in love early."

"no."

Song Yingshi glanced over: "Why don't you fall in love early?"

After a while, she heard Huai Xu whisper:

"I remember very clearly that I haven't dated anyone. But when you ask me if I've ever had a crush on anyone, I always think...there should be such a person."

Song Yingshi was suddenly silent.

Maybe Huaixu herself didn't know, when she was saying this, a lot of emotions were precipitated in the seemingly straightforward words.

Anxiety, pursuit, confusion, loss.

Not strong, but Song Yingshi couldn't ignore it. It may also be because of her occupational disease as an actress that she is always too sensitive to emotions.

Song Yingshi's mood also became heavy, and her mind was no longer light, so she comforted Huaixu:

"People who have existed will not disappear, and if you forget them now, you will remember them later."

Huai Xu hummed softly.

Song Yingshi stared blankly at a point in the darkness, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Like catkins piled up, you clearly know that there is something, but it is too slender and erratic, making people unpredictable.

Song Yingshi exhaled softly, as if she could blow them out.

She hooked her fingertips on the pillow, and when the strength passed, she asked softly:

"Huai Xu, what does it feel like to like a girl?"

In the dark night, Huaixu smiled.

Song Yingshi became angry: "What are you laughing at?"

Huai Xu seemed to have turned over as well, and there was a calm and reassuring taste in her voice: "This question is very cute."

She continued, "You want to know?"

Song Yingshi said reservedly, "I'm a little curious."

Huai Xu paused: "Have you ever liked the opposite sex?"

Song Yingshi shook her head, remembering that Huai Xu couldn't see it, she said "no" and added:

"I know that homosexuality and heterosexuality are the same. What I am curious about is that girls like girls and women like women. What is the difference between heterosexuality and heterosexuality? What is the charm of it?"

This question is somewhat difficult to answer, and naturally, the answer to it is not so easy to obtain.

After a long time, Song Yingshi heard Huai Xu's low and gentle voice:

"It's never in itself, but in the woman she likes. For me, it's..."

Song Yingshi said, "That's it?"