Song Yaxuan couldn't remember how many days he hadn't spoken to Liu Yaowen. He wanted to apologize, but when he saw the other party's extremely indifferent and frosty eyes, his words froze in his mouth.
It seems like three or four days, and it seems like a week? What happened that day is still vivid in his mind. Song Yaxuan can't forget every detail of the kiss, the moment when his breath is intertwined, but he selectively ignores the date that happened.
It seems that paralyzing your nerves in this way can reduce the uncomfortable feeling of a brother falling out.
After he practiced dancing, he unknowingly came to Liu Yaowen's rest room. He was standing by the door and was about to reach out and knock on the door when he heard the sound of men and women enjoying sex.
Song Yaxuan's expression froze, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
The company is basically full of boys, and even if there are women, they are staff five or six years older than them.
Song Yaxuan looked up again. Yes, the sign hanging on the door said that this was Liu Yaowen's lounge.
The groaning sound in the lounge was still continuously reaching his ears. Song Yaxuan withdrew his hand that was stiff in the air and hung it by his side, holding back and holding back the urge to open the door.
He was leaning against the wall, half of his face hidden in the dark so that one could not see his expression.
I don't know how long it took, his feet were numb, and the movement inside gradually subsided.
Song Yaxuan closed his eyes abruptly, but what appeared in his mind was the appearance of the little girl under him that night, and the voice was too similar... When he came up with this idea, the first feeling was absurd, but the longer he stood by the door and listened, the emptiness in his heart became more and more cold...
If... the little girl is not Liu Yaowen's sister... then it makes sense for him to be furious and even break up when he finds out that he slept with the little girl....
The blood color of Song Yaxuan's fingertips faded. He slowly stretched out his hand and blocked his eyes. His slender hand looked transparent and pale against the faint white light emitted by the chandelier in the corridor.
Suddenly, there was a "click", it was the sound of the door opening, and Song Yaxuan retracted his hand conditionally.
He turned to Liu Yaowen's slightly stunned eyes.
liuyaowenWhat are you doing here?
songyaxuanLiu Yaowen, let's talk.
Song Yaxuan's tone was very light, different from the eagerness to seek peace a few days ago, this time he looked at him with only cold eyes.
Liu Yaowen paused, looked back at Shure who was tired and fell asleep, and then nodded.
Song Yaxuan just glanced over his shoulder and recognized the little person lying on the sofa as the little girl who was lingering with him that night calling him "bud bud".
liuyaowenLet's go over there and talk.
Liu Yaowen reached out and closed the door of the lounge, blocking Song Yaxuan's line of sight.
Song Yaxuan took back his sight, his condition was visible to the naked eye, and his face was extremely ugly.
He and Liu Yaowen walked side by side and stopped at the balcony in front.
liuyaowenWhat do you want to talk about, say it.
songyaxuanShe's not your sister, is she?
Song Yaxuan clearly knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear it from him. Liu Yaowen was silent for two seconds, then nodded and said,
liuyaowenShe is not my sister.
liuyaowenErr's history is a bit...
songyaxuanThat's enough...
songyaxuanThe rest I don't want to know.
Song Yaxuan felt a little sick in his heart, and an urge of nausea made him push away Liu Yaowen and flee....
- No.
zuozhe：hantangWell, the knot is getting bigger and bigger.
zuozhe：hantangIt's okay for my mother to watch the fun.
