She Came To My Concert

"Five o'clock?!"

She froze for a moment, then hurriedly got off the bed.

When her feet touched the ground, she looked down and saw her naked legs. Without the fig leaf of the night, those physical memories became concrete in her mind.

Even, she couldn't help but imagine her posture from Ling Chen's perspective. I didn't feel anything when I was emotional, but now it's dawn and people are clear, and the sense of shame is overwhelming.

Zhu Wenshu closed her eyes, and wanted to tell Ling Chen if she could not lift her leg in the future, she couldn't bear it.

But she suddenly recalled that she seemed to have said this.

What she got was a response that made her blush even more.

"I have to go back."

Zhu Wenshu got off the bed and looked for his clothes.

In the early morning, Ling Chen gave her a pair of his own short sleeves, which were wide and big, and they were just right for a nightgown.

After she found the trousers, she was about to bend down to put them on, when she heard Ling Chen say abruptly, "I knew it."

Zhu Wenshu stopped and turned to look at Ling Chen.

"What?"

After Ling Chen looked down at the trousers she was carrying in her hand, he raised his eyes and looked at her with a sense of oppression.

"Put on your pants and go."

"..."

He had put on a black nightgown after the shower, the belt tied loosely around his waist, exposing a large swath of his chest.

At this time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his body half upturned, his hair was half dry, and there was still a drop of water flowing on his neck. He looked at Zhu Wenshu with his head tilted, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Knowing that he was not really making a complaint, Zhu Wenshu was bewitched by his appearance.

It feels like I'm really going too far.

She thought for a while, put down her clothes, and walked back to the bed.

Ling Chen straightened up slowly, and when she approached, he stretched out his hand, and Zhu Wenshu straddled his lap gracefully.

"I really have something to do." Zhu Wenshu lowered his head and cupped his face, "I still have a few MOOCs to do, and I don't want to take them home during the Chinese New Year."

"Um."

Ling Chen rubbed his face against her palm, very docile.

But his hands lifted up the baggy clothes and supported Zhu Wenshu's waist.

The warm and rough touch was like a prairie fire, making Zhu Wenshu's nerve endings tremble.

She snorted and held Ling Chen's hand.

"Hey, don't, it's getting dark again."

Ling Chen didn't speak or move.

He just buried his head into her neck, and after a long time, the voice came out from between the skin.

"Eat something before you go."

Zhu Wenshu's breathing froze for a moment, and he wanted to open his head, but when he found that he couldn't open it, he turned his head and looked to the other side.

"Ling Chen, you are a public figure."

"Um?"

"Don't be so nasty."

"..."

After a while, muffled laughter came from his shoulders.

"Mr. Zhu, you are a teacher of the people, don't be full of yellow waste."

He leaned back slightly, lifted Zhu Wenshu's chin, and forced her to look at him.

"I said," his other arm suddenly tightened, and he pressed Zhu Wenshu into his arms, touching the tip of his nose, "it's really just eating."

"..."

Zhu Wenshu didn't know when Ling Chen ordered dinner.

He opened the boxes one by one and placed them on the dining table, while Zhu Wenshu turned his head and looked at the house blatantly.

Since coming here last night, Zhu Wenshu has stayed in Ling Chen's room for more than ten hours, and this is the first time he has gone out.

As Ling Chen himself said, this is like a model room.

The decoration is avant-garde and simple, ranging from the layout division to the tea set display, everything is exquisite and there is no fault.

It's a pity that it's not very popular, and even the placement of the table decorations seems to have been carefully designed.

"Is this your new house?"

"no."

Ling Chen said, "It's just been redecorated."

"Oh..." Zhu Wenshu nodded, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned to look at Ling Chen, "Isn't there a lot of formaldehyde?"

"yes."

Ling Chen tore off the packaging bag of the bowls and chopsticks, lowered his eyes and chuckled, "I'm just waiting for you to suck it."

"?"

Is this what people say?

Zhu Wenshu stared wide-eyed, propping up the chair with both hands, ready to leave at any time.

She is in her prime, and she doesn't want to get cancer early.

Ling Chen glanced at her and handed over the chopsticks.

"Why didn't I see you cherish your life so much when you rolled Ling Siyuan on the ground at night."

Probably because the counterfeit wine had too much stamina, Zhu Wenshu realized it after hearing what he said. The house would only be renovated if it was real, and it was impossible for Ling Chen to bring her here.

Estimated to have been drying for several months.

"Then why have you been living in Yuanyuan's house? You have a home to live in."

Ling Chen paused for a moment on the food, and then said lightly, "I'm too lazy to move."

Before Zhu Wenshu asked him, he really hadn't considered this question.

Lu Manman mentioned it twice, asking when he plans to move back, so she can prepare.

Ling Chen kept using the word "let's talk" to perfunctory Lu Manman, and then stayed at Ling Xingyan's house all the time.

In fact, now that I think about it, I am actually used to having

After listening to the human voice, I don’t want to go back to this model room.

But at this moment, he didn't feel that way at all.

It's nothing more than because there is a letter of congratulations sitting in front of him.

"Warm book."

He suddenly spoke.

"Um?"