Su Luo staggered out of the store.
Wandering aimlessly through the streets.
At this moment, a light drizzle began to fall from the gloomy sky.
Before long, the rain intensified, and large raindrops fell from the clouds.
Pedestrians on the street either took shelter under the eaves or went directly to stores to buy umbrellas.
Su Luo showed no intention of seeking shelter from the rain; on the contrary, she found walking in the rain more pleasant, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
My pace quickened unconsciously.
Several pedestrians around them unconsciously turned their attention to Su Luo.
I thought to myself.
Is this person mentally unstable?
She's so good-looking, it's a pity she's not very bright.
Hey, his wrist looks like it's bleeding, is he alright?
I really wanted to go up and check on him, but I decided against it. He seemed to be in a bad mood, so I decided to avoid getting involved.
...
Su Luo walked down the street like a ghost.
The sky gradually darkened.
Su Luo felt like she couldn't hold on any longer; if she didn't rest soon, she felt like she was about to die.
So he stopped at a shop on the street, completely ignoring the wet ground, and slumped down in the corner, leaning against the cold wall and panting heavily with his head against it.
The glass door next to it creaked open from the inside.
Su Luo turned her head to the side in a daze.
All that could be seen were a pair of long, beautiful legs, wearing a pair of black patent leather high heels.
A woman's graceful figure was encased in a dark green trench coat.
He was very familiar with that face; it bore a resemblance to Song Lingshan, but her overall features were softer, and her temperament was more aloof and artistic.
It was Song Lingshan. She noticed him too, tilted the transparent umbrella in her hand toward Su Luo, and teased him with a smile in her eyes.
"What, you've changed careers? Begging now?"
How strange, why is Su Luo in my studio?
They've made such a fuss, as if they've suffered a huge blow.
This was the first time she had ever seen him in such a disheveled state.
He was soaked to the bone, looking like a drowned rat.
When Su Luo was imprisoned by her sister, even though she was in a terrible situation, she never gave in.
Since reconciling with Song Lingshan, Su Luo has been much more polite to Song Qiluo. She didn't take her teasing to heart, wiped the rain off her face, and smiled in agreement.
"yes."
"Coming, coming in."
Song Qiluo smiled and extended her hand to Su Luo.
She had just finished her work for the day, and all the students in the art studio had left.
Reason told Su Luo that he shouldn't get too close to her, but he didn't know if it was because Song Qiluo's smile was too sincere or because he was too lonely at the moment.
In short, Su Luo inexplicably grasped Song Qiluo's hand.
He pulled her by the hand and struggled to his feet.
He followed Song Qiluo into the art studio.
This was Su Luo's first time visiting her studio. It was very large and spacious, and the decor was very tasteful, with creamy white and pale yellow as the main colors, giving people a very warm feeling.
Song Qiluo led Su Luo to her lounge on the second floor.
The lounge was similar to her usual bedroom at home.
There's a wardrobe, a bed, a sofa, and a coffee table, and several pots of lilies are growing on the windowsill.
The air is filled with a faint scent of lilies, which smells wonderful.
It seems that Song Qiluo usually sleeps here when she doesn't go back to her sister's house.
Su Luo was about to sit on the sofa when Song Qiluo hurriedly stopped her.
"Don't move, you're all wet and you'll get my sofa dirty."
Su Luo stood there, awkwardly forcing a smile.
"So you want me to stand here the whole time? I'm so tired, and my head hurts."
"Wait for me a moment."
As she spoke, Song Qiluo opened the wardrobe, took out a set of off-white pure cotton men's pajamas, and handed them to him.
"Here, go take a shower. The bathroom is right next door. Wear this in a bit."
Su Luo looked down at the size of her pajamas and was surprised to find that it was her usual size. She looked up and asked in surprise.
"You prepared this especially for me?"
That doesn't make sense either; these should have been bought in advance.
After all, he himself had no idea that he would coincidentally be resting at the entrance of Song Qiluo's studio today.
Song Qiluo's face flushed red when her thoughts were exposed, and she said awkwardly.
"Why do you care so much? Just wear it, don't give it back to me!"
She didn't buy these clothes on purpose.
She saw it while browsing a pajama store; it was a matching set with her own.
I bought it on impulse, but I didn't dare leave it at home because I was afraid my sister would see it by accident and I wouldn't be able to explain it.
It could only be kept in the art studio; I never imagined that Su Luo would one day be able to travel there.
Su Luo scoffed.
"Who said I'm not wearing it anymore?"
She took her pajamas and headed to the bathroom.
Song Qiluo was left alone in the room.
Song Qiluo sat on the sofa and pressed the back of her hand against her burning cheeks to cool herself down.
My heart was still beating very fast.
Bang bang bang!
It looks like it's about to jump out of my chest.
Images of him doing bad things with Su Luo in the past involuntarily popped into his mind.
His eyes were fixed on the single bed not far away.
Her legs unconsciously crossed over each other.
It's getting hotter and hotter!
So annoying!
Why can't she control herself every time she sees Su Luo?
He looked so disheveled today, soaked to the bone, he was nowhere near handsome.
Why would you still have that thought?
By the way, even though he looked disheveled, he was still very handsome.
Sitting in the corner, he exudes a certain charm, not like a beggar at all, but more like a heartbroken male lead in a movie or TV series.
No, we can't do that.
Su Luo had absolutely no feelings for her and was very averse to getting close to her.
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