Seeing Chu Qi fiddling with her phone to unlock the shared bike, Meng Xi became curious. She opened her eyes slightly and tilted her head to watch.

Chu Qi turned the front of the car and after making sure there was no problem, let Meng Xi sit in the back seat.

After all, Meng Xi had just experienced that kind of thing. Even if she didn't say it, Chu Qi knew that she must be feeling bad. He couldn't let the girl accompany him and walk several kilometers home. Wouldn't that cost her half her life?

Meng Xi followed his instructions and sat in the back seat.

Chu Qi whispered: "Hold my waist."

Meng Xi stretched out his hand hesitantly, his fingers loosely grasping the other person's thin gown, and then he was grabbed by the palm of his hand and pressed firmly against his thin and strong waist.

Her upper body fell forward uncontrollably, her cheek pressed against the other's back.

"Okay, hold on tight, I'm leaving."

Chu Qi was tall and had long legs, so he easily carried the car a long way out. Meng Xi was afraid that she would fall, so she hugged his waist tightly.

The bike was riding very fast on flat ground. Meng Xi felt her hair being blown backwards by the wind. The strong breeze brushed her face. She squinted her eyes and watched the building moving backwards.

This was the first time Meng Xi was so close to a boy. They rode a bicycle together, their bodies pressed against each other, transferring their heat. She leaned on the boy's back and gently closed her eyes.

The injury last night dealt an indelible blow to her heart. Now that she relaxed, all kinds of fatigue came flooding back.

After more than half an hour, the bicycle stopped steadily outside the gate of a building.

Chu Qi locked the car and pulled Meng Xi upstairs.

Today is Wednesday morning at 9:55.

The original owner's mother usually only came home on weekends because she had to look after the store, and the original owner's father was busy drinking and bragging with his friends outside, and was often not at home for two or three days.

It was hard to determine when he would be back. If he happened to be at home today and saw Chu Qi bringing a girl home, and a girl with a mess on her body, that would be terrible.

After all, the original owner's father had seen all kinds of storms and he could tell what was going on with a girl at a glance...

Chu Qi stood at the door and listened attentively to the movements inside. He didn't hear any strange sounds. He opened the door and walked in first to observe. After making sure that his parents were not at home, he called Meng Xi in.

This is a typical two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen and one-bathroom apartment. The master bedroom and the second bedroom are connected to each other. The bathroom is designed at the corner of the door, and the kitchen is next to the living room.

It was Meng Xi's first time entering someone else's home and she was very reserved.

Especially - entering the home of one of the little bullies in A.

Before last night's accident - her attempt at brainwashing was an accident - she had never been in close contact with Chu Qi.

When I was a invisible person in the class, I would occasionally hear female classmates talking about Chu Qi's style and appearance.

Talking about polarization, some people think his style is the same as dog poop, and some people think his style is awesome, but there is only one thing that is universally recognized:

No one thinks he is ugly.

There was a mirror of medium size in Chu Qi's room, attached to the wall, just high enough to reach his face.

When he entered the room to search for the school uniform, he subconsciously took a look at the mirror as he passed by. In an instant, he was shocked by his own "Shamatte" look.

Although he had a vague feeling that something was wrong before he discovered that his hair was a fluffy afro.

But I never thought the design could be so outrageous!

This is too eye-catching.

"How did they even have the guts to chat me up?"

In my mind, I recalled the experience of being approached by a man at the door half an hour ago.

Has the aesthetics of this world become so horrible?

Chu Qi closed her eyes and struggled to get rid of the idea of ​​"getting a haircut immediately" from her mind. She decided to find a school uniform first!

After finally finding the wrinkled school uniform from the pile of messy clothes, he took it out to the living room.

Meng Xi still maintained the same look as before Chu Qi entered the room, like a wilted cabbage, standing pitifully in the open space of the living room, not daring to sit down.

Chu Qi pinched the girl's clothes and hooked her sticky hair. "How about... you take a shower first and then change your clothes. Change your school uniform pants. I'll roll up my pants legs and you can barely wear them."

Thanks to the fact that boys of this age have slim waists and long legs, the original owner's school uniform pants were a bit long, but not that baggy, so it was enough for Meng Xi to just roll up the trouser legs.

Meng Xi's pupils trembled, she bit her lip and nodded. She was sensitive and self-abased, and thought that Chu Qi might dislike her for being dirty.

However, after so many experiences of being disliked, she was able to act less upset.

Chu Qi asked Meng Xi to follow him in, and then threw his school uniform top and pants into the basket where the clothes were placed. The basket was placed far away from the shower head, so there was no need to worry about getting wet.

After adjusting the temperature of the water heater, Chu Qi patiently asked Meng Xi: "Is this temperature okay? If it's too cold or too hot, you can adjust it yourself."

Meng Xi reached out and touched it, pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."

"I forgot to get you a towel, wait."

Chu Qi suddenly remembered this, and took out a new, unopened towel from the bathroom door, opened the plastic bag on the outside, and brought it in to Meng Xi.

Meng Xi took the towel, lowered his head slightly and stared at the ground.

The bathroom was not too small, but it was definitely not big either. Two adults - although Meng Xi was a little frail, he was indeed an adult - squeezed together, inevitably causing signs of space congestion.

Chu Qi looked at Meng Xi's innocent look as if she knew nothing, and her brain suddenly jumped. Before leaving, she specially reminded her which one was shower gel and which one was shampoo.

When he realized what was happening, he wanted to cover his face.

But Meng Xi listened carefully and said, "Okay."

Chu Qi didn't feel so embarrassed anymore. He left the bathroom and closed the door considerately.

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