Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

Lu Yin bent back and moved twice, escaped his palm, wiped his eyes: "No, I can do it myself."

She sniffed her nose, her voice was wronged, with excessive caution.

Lu Qiang squatted on his knees, his elbows on his knees, very close to her, and his strong body was like a wall.

The only light was covered, Lu Yin sank into the darkness, the pressure was on, and she flinched.

He looked at her, "Are you afraid of me?"

For a moment, "...nothing" she responded gently, trying to stand up.

Lu Qiang's mouth twitched: "What to hide?"

Lu Yin squeezed out a smile and said: "Really not." She pretended to be relaxed and tried not to visit him. Supporting the ground with her arms and pulling her waist and abdomen, she stood up from the ground, her ankle hurt, and she bent her knees and sighed.

Lu Qiang was still squatting and glanced at the round calf. Looking up a bit, there were two small depressions in the leg socket, and a fragile tendon connected the delicate long legs. Under the darkness, the soft and strong support With.

He put his index finger on his knee, moved unconsciously, and raised his eyelids to look at her again.

Lu Yin tried to move her feet forward, and her ankle stabbed and couldn't move forward. She yelled and fell back, but she accidentally fell into a pair of copper walls and iron walls.

The back and legs were bent between his arms, hips on his knees, and as soon as he looked up, the smoke between his teeth was beside her face.

Lu Yin froze for a moment and struggled: "I'm sorry..."

Lu Qiang's hand closed, no matter how great she was, she couldn't escape.

The person in his arms is restless, always wanting to slip up and down, a section of thin waist twisting flexibly in the palm, like a snake. If he pinched the seemingly nothing, his body stiffened and he dared not move.

Lu Qiang got up, lowered her eyes, and glanced at her chest. She wore a white vest at home, with a wide and wide style. The roof was too dark. In fact, she only saw a piece of white, but it was hot and soft to the side of his chest. True and proper.

He finally glanced at the ashes on the ground and turned to the door.

There are six floors in this building, the old-fashioned house, two staircases are on the first floor, voice-activated lights, Lu Qiang stomped down, the lights turned on. Lu Yin narrowed her eyes and exposed to the strong light, she suddenly felt a sense of shame that could not escape.

Lu Yin lowered her head, and she didn't know where to put her hand. She didn't care about the hair on her forehead.

Overhead ‘ho’ laughed and asked, “How many floors do you live in?”

Lu Yin said: "Second floor."

Lu Qiang asked: "Has you broken up?"

"No." She denied.

"Those who are full, go upstairs and pretend to be ghosts."

Lu Yin said: "If you don't pretend to be a ghost, just burn something."

"To the dead?"

Lu Yin choked, daring not to speak.

Lu Qiang took her easily and walked down two floors, "Let people get dumped?"

Lu Yin was wary, "Don't talk nonsense, my...my husband is at home."

"That didn't pretend to be a ghost with you."

Lu Yin clenched his hands tightly and lowered his eyes: "He is asleep."

Lu Qiang asked nothing else, turned the stairs, and on the third floor, he stamped his foot, the lights were not on, and Lu Qiang coughed heavily.

He throbbed her arm in the chest, and Lu Yin moved away subconsciously: "This layer is broken."

After a few seconds, he asked: "Three floors?"

"Yes." Lu Yin said: "It's been a month."

Lu Qiang didn't speak for a moment, and suddenly hummed.

The dark space made everything around her seem more and more silent. She could hear his heavy breathing, accompanied by a slightly monotonous footsteps, just a few meters, but it was suffering more than ever.

There are a few steps left, she breathes a sigh of relief, but she holds her breath again... Lu Qiang suddenly withdraws her arm, turning her upside down, rough palms across her thigh, like adjusting posture, tight hands, like deliberate Test her weight.

Lu Yin's heart beat to his throat.

Standing firmly on the second floor, she suddenly yelled, "I forgot something on the roof."

Lu Qiang: "Oh?"

Lu Yin straightened his waist and motioned for him to put her down.

Lu Qiang glanced at her, loosened his left hand, supported her back, and put her on the ground as gently as possible. She hurt her foot half on tiptoe and didn't feel pain.

Lu Yin jumped back: "Well... could you please help me get it?"

Lu Qiang looked at her: "What is it?"

"The key." She pointed to the door next to it: "The door key."

Lu Qiang finally looked at her and turned upstairs.

No sound, the voice-activated lights on the second floor went out, and the darkness returned. Lu Yin quickly glanced at them. Seeing no movement, he hurt his feet and crawled to the third floor.

She took the key from her pocket, and her hands were shaking when she opened the door.

Entering the door and gently dropping the lock, she leaned against the door and let out her strength, feeling that she was about to collapse.

After a long time, he breathed steadily, twisting his front flap and shaking a few times, the sweat was cold.

She remembered something, leaning her head to look out from the cat's eyes.

It didn't take long for the voice-activated lights upstairs to turn on, and Lu Yin held his breath and stared at the door without blinking. Entering a tall figure in the field of vision, he lowered his head and stepped solidly. The light was behind the man, and his face was blurred and his expression was unclear.

As he drew closer and closer to the corner, he suddenly stopped in front of the door. Lu Yin was breathless and subconsciously touched the switch, only to remember that she didn't turn on the light when she entered the door.

The man stood in front of her door for a moment, leaned sideways, took a cigarette from his pocket, and smoked two times. The flames died out. He held the forehead with the hand of the cigarette and went downstairs.

From beginning to end, he did not glance in her direction.

Lu Yin's heart finally let go.

Lu Qiang went from the third floor to the second floor, and walked into the light from the darkness. On the second floor he didn't stop. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the dark third floor. He looked at the light bulb above his head and went downstairs.

He stopped at the entrance of the building, leaning against the dilapidated security door, trying to finish the cigarette.

A woman came across, graceful pace, small high heels clattering in the dark night, Lu Qiang instinctively swept the man's figure, high chest, long legs, waist hips swinging left and right.

Lu Qiang narrowed his eyes and took a sip.

The woman approached and smiled; "Brother Security, what's going on at the top of the building?"

Lu Qiang said: "Nothing."

"It's okay?" She didn't believe it, and took a step forward: "Eat enough, so that you can go upstairs and set fire?"

Lu Qiang said nothing.

She asked: "Male and female?"

"female."

"young?"

"Ok."

Her gossip: "What must have been the excitement, let people dump?"

Lu Qiang said: "No, she burns paper."

"Burn paper?" She looked confused: "Who should I burn?"

"Dead man."

His voice was low, in response to the scene, when a night wind blew, the skirt of the woman's skirt lifted up, and her legs were murky. When the time came, several lights in the community went off.

The woman screamed and plunged her head into Lu Qiang's arms.

Lu Qiang's cigarettes hadn't been smoked yet. He put his hands in his pockets and squeezed the cigarettes in one hand. He leaned against the door frame like that, and didn't push her away without holding her.

The woman trembled: "Just now I saw someone on the opposite side set fire... It's okay to set fire. But, burning paper on the roof... Enough people, is there a problem with the woman's nerves?"

Lu Qiang said: "Who knows."

The woman said, "I'm a little cold." He said, rubbing his chest intentionally or unintentionally.

"You change clothes when you are cold."

Half an hour ago, someone called the security room and said there was a fire on the top of the opposite building. He was just about to go to sleep and put a pair of big pants in that direction. The caller had already been waiting downstairs, wearing loose pajamas, Cloth slippers, unkempt, can't see the figure...Now it's like a new person.

Lu Qiang pinched the cigarette in hand, a **** flicked, and the cigarette tip flew into the trash can. The woman hugged tightly, he looped his hands and touched her butt.

The woman couldn't help but tremble, he squeezed on tiptoe and hummed out of control.

Lu Qiang squeezed two hands, his movements paused, his hand slipped, touched her thigh, and finally the palm fell on her leg nest.

There was a sensitive area, and she bent her legs backwards to grasp his hand and giggled.

Feeling is different, Lu Qiang withdrew his hand.

The woman said, "Brother Security, if you take me back, my family will live across the street, it's too dark... I'm a little scared."

Lu Qiang glanced at her: "Then you have to find a bodyguard, it doesn't belong to me."

He grabbed her hand, too lazy to look at her, and walked directly to the security room in the distance.

The community was quiet and silent, with a dark road ahead. He was lonely and faced with the unknown, just like his whole life. Lu Qiang Hu put his bare head and suddenly laughed, as if at this moment, he again determined his mind.

The road also lit up.

***

Lu Yin please sprained her foot during the holiday and had to rest at home for another half month.

Coming to the factory early in the morning, the colleagues had not arrived yet, and she found a secluded corner to drink a glass of breakfast milk. The restaurant in the factory is actually a staff lounge. It is very spacious. There are two unused sewing machines stacked in the corner. A long wooden table is placed in the middle. Other pickled vegetables and vinegar bottles are placed on top. The sunlight passed through the old glass, and the dust could not be seen under the light beam. The electric fan whizzed around, and the whole room looked a little chaotic.

Lu Yin withdrew his eyes and sighed.

Messy footsteps came from the corridor. Several female colleagues came and chattered, and the sound was getting closer and closer. Lu Yin rubbed her seat, inexplicably a little flustered.

Pushing the door in, the voice stopped suddenly after seeing her.

Lu Yin lowered her head and took a sip of milk. Someone immediately greeted: "Sister Yin Yin, you are here."

"I heard that you twisted your feet. Are you better?"

"I have soy milk here, Xiao Lu, can I give you some?"

Lu Yinli shook his hair, smiled, and replied: "There is a small injury on the foot, just a few days...I just had breakfast and I don't need it."

The man smiled, put the soy milk on the table, and went to the dressing room behind the curtain to change clothes.

The room was strangely quiet for a few seconds, each doing its own thing, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Lu Yinru sat on the needle felt, she packed up the garbage on the table and smiled: "I'll go back to the office first, and then talk back."

Several people were busy, "talk back."

"it is good..."

"Good..."

The door closed behind him, and whispering words whispered inside the door, but he could not hear clearly. She gently clasped the doorknob, feeling like a turtle, retracted into the shell, and escaped from the outside world, finally safe.

Colleagues didn't say anything just now, and didn't even mention the cancellation of the wedding. But she couldn't bear the careful avoidance of others, and the greetings that looked kind. Seeing her eyes full of prying eyes, sympathy, and regret, it made her feel more sad, like a failed experiment.

She came over in the morning, and her colleagues went to the cafeteria for dinner. She didn't want to go, but wanted to bite a bite of bread.

The segment was knocked a few times, she looked up and was a male colleague.

"let's go and eat?"

Lu Yin shook his head: "Go, I eat too much in the morning and I'm not hungry yet."

A male colleague said: "Eating more than that is also breakfast. It is noon. It is better to eat some if you are not hungry."

"not going…"

The male colleague just wanted to talk, and someone called: "Chen Rui, wait for you, hurry up."

"Come on." He shouted, pressed his body again, and whispered: "You don't want to be a topic. The best way is not to be outlier, but to be as if nothing happened, as before, nothing happened. "

Lu Yin suddenly raised his head. It is undeniable that evasion is the only thing he wants to do now. Obviously, this situation is too difficult.

She pursed her lower lip.

Chen Rui's eyes were flooded, with infinite vitality, and encouraged her: "Go!"

Hesitating for a moment, Lu Yin stood up and followed him out.

Canteen meal is the most common three dishes and one soup, one meat and two vegetarians, the soup is tasteless.

Several colleagues sat around the dining table, both men and women, eating and chatting, and they were also in full swing.

No one deliberately put the subject on her, nor did she deliberately look at her with her eyes, it looks like no one is talking about the matter behind her.

Lu Yin's back wasn't quite that straight, and she lowered her shoulders before feeling a trace of lightness.

A person came in outside and greeted the table. When she saw her coming to work, her eyes immediately became intriguing. She asked, "Lu Yin, are you okay?"

The whole table immediately calmed down, some people buried their heads, some people coughed embarrassingly. The colleague next to hit the man's arm before she realized she had asked what she shouldn't, shrunk her neck awkwardly and slipped away.

Lu Yin put down the chopsticks, and the food tasted like chewing wax.

The colleague was from another department just now, but nodded, and she and Liu Zecheng's wedding did not invite her at all.

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