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Song Yu hurriedly cleaned up and splashed water on his still hot face several times in an attempt to cool it down. Looking at his blushing face in the mirror, he was both flustered and didn't know what to do.
But she really had no choice. When she went out, the place was already empty.
There was a steaming hot breakfast on the table, but she wasn't in the mood to eat. She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling frustrated. Did she mess up again? If she had known she'd mess up the clothes, she shouldn't have asked Xu Qiao to come in and help. Now, the already awkward atmosphere became even stranger.
She stood up and cleared the breakfast on the table. She didn't have to go to school this week and had to stay at home. She could heat up the breakfast and have it as lunch. But when she thought about what had just happened, she couldn't help but sigh. How would she face Xu Qiao when she got home in the evening?
As she was tidying up, she suddenly felt a breeze on her calves. She looked in the direction of the wind and saw that the door was not closed properly and was blown open by the wind.
She walked over and closed the door, complaining in her heart that Xu Qiao was so scared that he even forgot to close the door.
But what if he wasn't scared?
After that day, the relationship between the two became a little subtle. They rarely talked, but they still communicated normally. A week later, Song Yu returned to school.
After Xu Qiao came home from get off work, he walked to his bed first, lifted up the quilt and checked it inside and out, but finally did not find any hair.
He looked at Song Yu's bed on the other side, then glanced at his own. The doubts he had been having for a week finally revealed the answer. Song Yu had been taking naps in his bed this week.
In the past, Song Yu was a restless sleeper and would fall on his bed in the middle of the night. In order to prevent her from knowing, he would wait until dawn to carry her back and carefully pick up her hair. But this week, every time he came back, he could see strands of Song Yu's hair on his bed. He thought he didn't pick it up cleanly, but every time he saw it, he inevitably began to become suspicious, and today it was finally confirmed.
He tried to press the two beds with his hands. Was Song Yu's bed too hard? But in fact, sleeping on a soft bed is not good for the waist. She sat for a long time studying and then slept on such a soft bed. Xu Qiao was worried that her waist would not be able to bear it. But if he ripped off the cushions on his bed, what would happen if Song Yu fell and got hurt at night?
After thinking about it, Xu Qiao decided to tell Song Yu about the seriousness of sleeping on a soft bed when he went to pick her up in the evening.
He got up and took a shower. The moment the water poured down, the scorching heat flowed all over his body. Inevitably, he remembered what had happened here and the warm skin texture in his hands. He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, trying not to think about it.
Estimating the time, it should be just the right time for him to finish washing and go to pick up Song Yu, but when he was about to put on his clothes, he found that most of his clothes were wet, soaked by the water he had just shaken out.
With nothing else to wear, Xu Qiao simply wore only a pair of pants, threw the wet clothes into the washing machine, opened the door with his upper body naked, and planned to change into a clean set.
"Squeak!" Both doors opened at the same time.
"I'm back." Song Yu walked in and was greeted by a very impressive figure. Due to his work and his innate advantages, Xu Qiao's body was perfect. He had everything he should have, but it was a smooth beauty without exaggeration. He was tall, but even so, it was enough to give people a strong sense of oppression.
Song Yu had been with him for a long time and was already familiar with his height, but this was the first time she saw his body. She was stunned and didn't know whether to cover her eyes or go out. However, it was not surprising for men to expose their upper bodies in modern society. She often saw the big white bellies of some stupid pigs when she walked on the street, so she was afraid that her actions would be too exaggerated and cause Xu Qiao's disgust.
She stood on the ground without moving. Finally, Xu Qiao walked to the closet with an expressionless face and took out a piece of clothing to put on. When he turned around, Song Yu felt that his face seemed not as pale as before.
"You...are leaving school early today?"
Song Yu walked in, took off the schoolbag on his shoulders, closed the door, and nodded. "The school has a power outage, so the teacher is dismissed early."
"power failure?"
"Other students said this is a common thing, and the teacher even gave us two candles." Song Yu took them out of his schoolbag and showed them to him.
"Okay." Xu Qiao nodded. "Then hurry up and do your homework. The school isn't far from here, I don't know if it will affect you."
After saying that, he went into the kitchen as if nothing had happened and planned to make some midnight snack for Song Yu. He was also hungry.
There were eggs in the refrigerator, so he took some noodles and planned to make some clear soup noodles.
His prediction was accurate. The moment the two bowls of noodles were served on the table, the power went out.
Neither of them had their cell phones at hand. Song Yu sat at the table and heard Xu Qiao rustling for a flashlight. Outside the door, neighbors were already calling each other to confirm the situation. After knowing that the power was out in the area, there was no sound outside. Every household turned on the flashlight and lit candles.
Xu Qiao didn't let Song Yu move. There were two bowls of hot noodle soup on the table. If he touched one in the dark, he would get burned.
After a while, Xu Qiao found a flashlight that had been unused before, but the light was very dim after turning it on. It was probably out of battery because it had not been used for a long time. With this dim light, the two of them quickly finished their noodles, poured out the soup, and put the bowl in the sink to wash it tomorrow.
Song Yu took a bath with the dim light of a flashlight. When she came out, Xu Qiao was not in the room. She sat on the bed and called Xu Qiao.
"Hello? Where have you been?"
Xu Qiao's clear voice came from outside the door and into the microphone at the same time, "Going to buy a lighter."
After Song Yu hung up the phone, Xu Qiao walked in. "I see you still have homework to do. Why don't you light the candle? The light is softer than the light from the phone and won't hurt your eyes."
The candle was placed on the table and quickly lit, a small, bright candle flame dancing on the table.
Song Yu spread out her homework on the table when she saw Xu Qiao sitting over. She opened her book, propped up her head and said, "Go to bed. You don't have to stay here with me."
"I'm not sleepy yet."
Song Yu was writing extracurricular papers, which was the task she gave herself every day. In order to keep up with the pace faster, she could only use the tactic of doing a lot of questions.
Xu Qiao had nothing to do, so he picked up a book from the side and started reading. As he read, his eyes moved up unconsciously. Everything around him was very quiet, probably because of the power outage and everyone had gone to sleep early. The only sound he could hear was the rustling of Song Yu's pen.
She lowered her head, and the newly grown hair on her forehead was a little disobedient. She used two clips, one on the left and one on the right, to clip it, revealing her full forehead and straight and beautiful brow bones. Her long, curled eyelashes hung down to cover her light eyes, and her lips were slightly pursed. When she let go, the brilliance of her lips was so stunningly beautiful.
Her hair had grown a little longer and was spread over her shoulders, with a hint of whiteness faintly visible at the back of her neck, like jade.
All this happened quietly, the girl looked calm and peaceful, and Xu Qiao was mesmerized.
Until a knee came up and pressed against the outside of his thigh.
“…”
Suddenly, there was a light bump on the thigh, very subtle but so obvious that everyone present knew it.
He retracted his legs, but someone soon pushed against them again. There was the sound of a pen being put down. The girl leaned forward, almost touching the table, and asked him innocently, "Xu Qiao, I just came back. Why are you not wearing any clothes?"
The candlelight danced in her eyes, making her look like a newborn succubus.
Xu Qiao opened his mouth to answer, but a cold foot suddenly stepped on him, with a force that was neither light nor heavy, like the claws of a little wild cat, scratching you and then dodging to prevent you from grabbing it.
"Bang!" The chair was suddenly overturned.
"I have something to do, I need to go out for a while."
Hearing Xu Qiao slam the door and leave, Song Yu woke up as if from a dream. She sat there for a long time before she picked up the book that fell on the ground with stiff fingers. She smiled at herself and said that Xu Qiao would not like her. Xue Li still didn't believe it and insisted that she try.
"...Ah..." She slowly covered her eyes with her hands, the soreness in her throat rising uncontrollably, her palms gradually becoming moist, and she couldn't stop sobbing, "...I knew...I knew...it would be like this..."
She didn't know if Xu Qiao came back that night. She didn't see him when she closed her eyes, and she didn't see him when she opened them. She took out her phone and sent him a message, "I'm sorry, I'll go to live on campus."
As expected, there was no response. Even in the next few days, Xu Qiao did not come to pick her up, nor did he go home, and his phone was turned off.
It turns out that he really doesn't like her. She thought that he was so good to her, so there must be some difference. It seems that everything is just a responsibility as he said.
Song Yu packed her things and moved to the school dormitory. Before leaving, she sent Xu Qiao another message, but still received no reply.
Xue Li came on her own bicycle to help move the things. Now she had a responsibility that she could not shirk. Seeing Song Yu so absent-minded every day, she could not help at all except sighing. She could only introduce Song Yu to a few more clients so that she could make some money.
"Song Yu."
Hearing the voice, she turned around and saw it was Jiang Hao.
"I heard you moved to the school." Jiang Hao asked, "Is your brother busy and can't pick you up tonight?"
"Actually, I live on the same street as yours, I can..."
"No need, squad leader. He's not my brother." Song Yu interrupted him, "He's the same age as me. We no longer have any relationship."
"......" Jiang Hao didn't understand what Song Yu meant, "Did you have a fight with your brother?"
"I already said he's not my brother."
"Song Yu, Song Yu..." Xue Li heard a small black dot jumping around from a distance, calling out to her, "Hurry up, go to the office."
Song Yu frowned and shouted back, "What's the matter? Teacher, are you looking for me?"
"It seems like something happened to your brother. I can't get through to you on the phone. Hurry up, the teacher is waiting for you in the office."
With a bang, Song Yu's brain exploded, and her body moved before her brain did. She spread her legs and started running. The wind whistled in her ears all the way. She was no longer aware of anything and was relying entirely on instinct to react.
Seeing this, Jiang Hao also ran after him, complaining in his heart as he ran, and said, "He's not your brother, you look so anxious."
Their homeroom was on the third floor. Song Yu didn't listen at all and took two steps at a time to go up. When she reached the office door, she was almost out of breath, her heart was pounding like thunder, and her throat was full of blood.
The office was filled with the sound of her gasping for air, her throat choked and she could barely speak. The teacher knew she was worried and came forward to support her. "Your brother fell into the sea and drowned. He was just pulled out and is still in the hospital... receiving emergency treatment."
Song Yu's eyes were full of bloodshot. This huge impact was like a blow to the head. In an instant, his vision went black and he passed out.
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