When she wasn't wearing high heels, she was just on Su Ran's shoulder and looked very small.
Wearing high heels, eight centimeters is the standard, it is very feminine and looks good.
Su Ran stopped a taxi and asked the driver to go back to the villa.
Liu Piaopiao: "Airport, go to the airport."
Su Ran: “???”
Liu Piaopiao smiled and said, "Don't you have something to do? You don't have to go back to the villa. Go to the airport first. I'll take you there. I'll take a taxi back to the villa later."
Seeing Su Ran hesitating, Liu Piaopiao held up her phone with the translated Japanese text on it and showed it to the driver.
The driver gave an OK signal and turned back to the airport.
…
Tokyo International Airport.
Travelers coming and going.
The two stood in the waiting hall.
"Why don't you come back home with me?"
"No, I have something else to do in Japan."
“When will you be done?”
"have no idea."
"Call me when you're done, I'll pick you up at the airport."
"We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Liu Piaopiao acted very open-minded and relaxed, perhaps on purpose, or perhaps for Su Ran to see.
She smoothed her hair behind her ears, opened her arms, gave him a hug, and closed her eyes to feel the embrace one last time.
After a moment, he let go, took two steps back, and smiled.
"Come on in, it's time to board the plane. Report safe when you arrive."
After saying that, without waiting for Su Ran to say anything, she turned around, waved her hand, and disappeared into the crowd of passersby...
…
Su Ran turned and entered the ticket checking passage.
On the plane.
Su Ran looked out of the cabin through the window. The bright sunlight shone in and onto Su Ran's face, overlooking Tokyo. He might be looking for the location of the wooden villa.
…
Log house villa.
In the dim bedroom, a candle emitted a faint light. Liu Piaopiao, who had just taken a hot spring bath, was wearing a silky suspender pajamas and sitting at a round table.
Charming and sexy.
A glass of brandy, an ashtray, a cigarette, a candle, a person, a shadow.
Lonely and quiet.
Brandy is used to help sleep, cigarettes are used to numb the brain, and people are used to enjoy solitude.
She doesn't smoke, but she suddenly wanted to smoke today.
The candlelight cast the woman's perfect figure on the wall. She closed her eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and drifted into the night.
He took another sip of brandy, a blush covering his face.
She put down the cigarette, reached out, picked up the burning candle on the table, tilted it 45 degrees, and let drops of scalding wax drip onto the back of her hand, trying to feel the pain.
The ringing of Dududu's phone disturbed her lonely tranquility.
But she didn't look at it, or maybe she did but didn't care. She just watched the drops of wax dripping onto the back of her hand.
Perhaps the phone was too noisy, so she put down the candle and swiped the answer button.
"Sister Piaopiao, I'm here."
"Um."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm reading a novel. No need to chat anymore. I'm going to continue reading. Bye."
She hung up the phone, turned it to silent mode, and put it on the table.
Gently tap the wax on your arm, remove a piece of wax, and put it back into the candle to continue burning.
The faint candlelight cast a shadow of a woman on the wall, filled with loneliness...
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