The house is decorated in simple gray and white tones. As you enter the door, you can see the oversized floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The basic configurations of the living room and dining room are all available and simple and clear.
Xu Qian stood behind him holding the key: "There are bedrooms, study rooms, guest rooms and cloakrooms. The kitchen is open, but it's rarely used. If you need kitchenware, you'll have to buy it yourself."
Shi Jin simply looked around a few rooms and stayed in the study for a little longer: "Does the entire first floor belong to me?"
"Yes, the stairs to the second floor are over there in the entrance hall. Brother Ci usually goes straight to the second floor when he comes back and hardly ever stays on the first floor. If you move in, he won't come to the first floor anymore."
Shi Jin nodded: "Okay, let's settle it."
"Okay! No problem."
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The stairs that Shi Jin took when he left.
He doesn't like confined spaces like elevators.
Therefore, unless there are special circumstances, he usually chooses to take the stairs when he is alone.
His footsteps were the only sound in the empty stairwell.
The brand new leather shoes landed on the stairs, making a subtle yet steady sound.
“Pah—”
Suddenly, there was another sound of regular footsteps.
Shi Jin paused and then returned to his original pace.
The extra footsteps came from downstairs, obviously someone was going upstairs via the stairs.
Compared to his regular and shallow footsteps, that person's footsteps were obviously more scattered, with a swaying momentum and a lazy and unsteady feel.
Shi Jin inexplicably imagined a Persian cat from the sound of footsteps.
Noble and lazy.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Shi Jin lowered his eyes and walked down the last step of the stairs.
The first thing that entered my brain was a light scent of tobacco, not strong, mixed with the man's hot breath, full of hormones.
The person who came didn't seem to notice that there was someone above him. He didn't have time to retract his step on the stairs, so he slightly dodged to the side.
Shi Jin stopped walking.
The distance between the two people was very close due to this accident, so close that they could almost smell each other's breath.
Shi Jin felt a rare sense of oppression under the man's body.
He pursed his lips, and his thin eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
Yu Ci reacted and took a step back: "Sorry."
Shi Jin lowered her eyes and walked around him and went downstairs, saying in a light tone: "It's okay."
"Hey——" Yu Ci's hands reacted faster than his brain. He grabbed Shi Jin's hand and stared at the red mole on his forehead: "Have we met somewhere before?"
Shi Jin was forced to stop, he stood still and looked up.
The man obviously had a very good appearance, with sharp eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his whole body was full of hormones.
But his eyelashes were long and thick, which neutralized the aggressiveness that was about to burst out of him.
It seems that the adjective for Persian cat is not quite accurate.
Maybe it should be Cheetah?
Perhaps such a character could be added to his book.
Shi Jin's thoughts flew uncontrollably for a moment, but soon he came back to his senses, ignoring the man's familiar face, and looked at Yu Ci calmly: "You've got the wrong person, I haven't seen you before."
Shi Jin knew that he had a slight face blindness, but it was only slight. Moreover, after so many years of practice, he had already mastered the technique of recognizing people by their clothes and hair color combined with their appearance.
He had hardly gone out in the past few months, and had met very few good-looking people. The only one he had met recently was the man he met in the bar the night before.
But he remembered clearly that the man that night had dyed silver hair.
The one in front of him obviously had black hair.
Therefore, Shi Jin was very confident when he said this.
His self-confidence also affected Yu Ci.
He loosened his grip hesitantly, but didn't let go completely: "Do you... have a younger sister at home? Does she have a red mole on her forehead like you?"
Shi Jin understood clearly.
It seems that what this man is looking for is time.
Judging from his hesitant words, it was obvious that he was not very familiar with the time, and it was even possible that they had only met once.
Although he looks almost nothing like Shi Guang, if this man and Shi Guang had only met once, then the misunderstanding caused by seeing the red mole on his forehead while he was wearing a mask can be explained.
After figuring this out, Shi Jin raised his eyes, and his tone was rarely so cold and hard: "Yes, my sister also has a red mole on her forehead, maybe she is the one you are looking for."
"Sorry." Yu Ci let go of her hand and apologized for his abruptness: "I saw you were about to leave just now, and I grabbed you in a hurry. I'm sorry."
Shi Jin shook his head and touched his wrist with his right hand. The pain from his wrist made him frown slightly: "It's okay."
Yu Ci also saw his actions. He frowned and was a little annoyed: "Sorry, I hurt you. How about you come back with me to get some medicine? My house is upstairs."
He didn't know what was wrong with him. When he saw a person who looked like the one that night, his brain didn't have time to react and he grabbed him with his hands.
He obviously doesn't know that woman.
Yu Ci was puzzled and finally blamed the culprit on the comics he had read recently.
It must be that the cartoon was too dreamy, which made him fall in love.
Burn that comic book when you get home!
Shi Jin refused: "No, thank you, it's no big deal."
Because of his physical condition, his perception is stronger than that of ordinary people, and he is therefore particularly sensitive to pain.
According to past experience, this level of pain would only make his wrist a little red and would disappear when he went back home. There was no need to waste time applying medicine.
Since Shi Jin refused, Yu Ci naturally wouldn't force it.
He stood on the stairs, looking at the straight back of the young man in black, then looked at the vest and shorts he was wearing, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I am really born with a beautiful appearance. Even in shorts, I can still be as handsome as others."
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Shi Jin went straight into the study when he returned home.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang again. Shi Jin paused slightly and then continued typing on the keyboard.
It was not until he finished writing the latest chapter that he opened the WeChat that had been flashing for a long time.
After agreeing with Xu Qian on the rental matters and moving time, he also replied to a few casual messages sent by Shi Qian. Finally, Shi Jin replied to the editor on matters related to publishing before closing the computer.
After contacting the moving company to help with the move tomorrow and ordering some takeout, Shi Jin threw his phone away and went into the bathroom with his clothes.
In the misty water in the bathroom, Shi Jin raised his head from the water-filled sink.
He reached out and wiped the water off his face, staring calmly at the person in the mirror.
The shower head was constantly spraying hot water, and hot air was constantly gathering in the bathroom.
The clear mirror surface gradually became blurred under the heat.
Shi Jin stared at the mirror quietly for a while, then he reached out and wiped away the figure reflected in the mirror.
Maybe this is a new experience?
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