Chapter 90 11:05 AM
"Click..." the door opened.
Fu Mingshuang came out of the room, holding her waist and wearing a silk suspender pajamas.
"Are you done?" Lu Shiyu said in a cold voice, his eyes passing over Fu Mingshuang and looking at the shirtless man in the bedroom.
"Oh my God, Lu Shiyu, why are you here?!" Fu Mingshuang was so scared that she covered her pale chest with her hands.
The lights in the house were dim and the living room was in a mess. There were women's and men's underwear on the sofa, as well as several used condoms and a pile of fallen wine bottles.
Only the platform next to the glass window was clean.
Lu Shiyu sat there, the lights from thousands of houses outside the window shining on his face, half bright and half dark. His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, but it was hard to tell whether they were sunny or cloudy.
"Sorry, I forgot you were coming back today. Don't take it to heart." Fu Mingshuang felt a little guilty and closed the door, leaving only a crack.
"Why don't you take your man to your own home?" His voice was very calm, without any emotion.
"I've compared them before, but I still prefer your bed. It's more springy." Fu Mingshuang continued casually, then kicked off her slippers and walked towards the living room...
As she passed by Lu Shiyu, he grabbed her with his big hand and she fell into his arms.
A smell of alcohol and perfume filled my nostrils.
It's been a long time since I've smelled this scent. Even two months ago, it didn't have this kind of indulgent and decadent allure.
Lu Shiyu pulled Fu Mingshuang in front of him and discovered the mark on her neck. The silk nightgown only covered half of her tattoo. His name, Lu Shiyu, was half exposed, and there seemed to be a layer of flush from repeated rubbing.
Lu Shiyu suddenly pushed her away again.
Fu Mingshuang knew that he disliked her, so she glanced at him sideways, said "huh" and left.
After walking a few steps, Lu Shiyu suddenly caught up with her from behind. Without saying anything, he turned her over and pressed her against the wall. His hand reached into her silk nightgown and forcefully touched the tiny scar...
there is none left.
Only a slight uneven feeling remains, indicating that the wound is about to heal.
The cool hem of the skirt reveals the chill of the night, but the warmth of the palm is imprinted on the skin.
"Do you want me too?" Fu Mingshuang, who was pressed against the wall, could not hide her charm in her voice.
She twisted her waist, and the light reflected off her silk nightgown, making her waist look soft and slender. "But I'm so tired tonight, my waist is almost broken. I'll see you tomorrow."
The warmth in his palm disappeared, and Lu Shiyu let go of her.
"I'm going to stay in the hotel for one night. You clean up this place and we'll talk tomorrow."
Fu Mingshuang turned around and leaned against the wall, looking at him quietly.
After two months, he hadn't changed much, but perhaps from the travel, there were some dark blue stubble on his chin. His gray hair had returned to its original color, but he still had an earring in his left ear.
It implicitly reflects the restless mind beneath his calm appearance.
"Also..." Lu Shiyu stared at Fu Mingshuang, seeing her enchanting lips particularly dazzling in the night, "He can't stay here overnight."
He looked through the door and at the man who was putting on his pants through the crack.
"Is that all you ask?" Fu Mingshuang raised his eyebrows.
In the living room, the antique clock pendulum swung back and forth...
"Da, da, da, da..."
Fu Mingshuang took a look and saw that it was only 11 o'clock.
"You are such a nice person, Lu Shiyu." Fu Mingshuang said with a smile, then turned and walked into the room and said to the man:
"Come on, take off your pants and continue... I still have 60 minutes to belong to you."
Turning around and preparing to close the door, Fu Mingshuang looked at Lu Shiyu: "My dear, do you want to come with me? I don't mind."
"I mind." Lu Shiyu said.
"Okay then. Goodbye."
"Click..." Fu Mingshuang closed the door.
Soon, her passionate voice was heard in the room.
This voice was once right under me, close to my ears.
Now we are separated by a door, distant and unfamiliar, like a dream.
Lu Shiyu found a small spot among a pile of glass bottles to put down a souvenir tied with a bow.
He left his apartment as the bell rang in waves.
He and Fu Mingshuang haven't been in touch for nearly two months.
He just arrived in Country M and is very busy. He has no time to sit down and think about anything.
Until one day, during a break in a meeting, I looked out the window and saw a squirrel holding a pine cone...
Although they didn't look alike at all, it reminded him of her in his senior year of high school, when she was waiting for him at the school gate with a doll in her hand.
Looking at the little squirrel, Lu Shiyu took out his phone and took a photo. When he sent it to her via WeChat, he found that he had been blocked by this young lady.
In the chat history between the two, the last sentence was said by himself: "Okay, wait until I come back"...
Okay, I’m back after an 8-hour flight, what next?
At 11:05 in the morning, homeless.
On the other side, Fu Mingshuang sat in the armchair in the bedroom, her face gloomy and lifeless, with a shaking bell in her hand.
After hearing Lu Shiyu leave, he took a puff of the cigarette in his hand and said sternly:
"Okay, you two can leave now."
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