Chapter 69 Night Talk

It’s ten o’clock at night.

The rain outside the window weakened, the heavy rain turned to heavy rain, and the wind also became a bit weaker.

But lightning flashes from time to time, which is still a bit scary.

For safety reasons, no one will repair the cables at this time. They can only wait until tomorrow. There should be no power tonight.

An Ting’s physical condition was tough enough, and there was no hot water, so he took a cold shower and put on a sleeveless vest, shorts, and slippers.

Although Song Ci was in good health, she was still a girl. She only wiped her body with cold water, did not wash her hair, wore a T-shirt + trousers, and a pair of small slippers.

There is no electricity and the hair dryer cannot be used. Girls with normal long hair will not choose to wash their hair at night.

Logically speaking, at this point, the two of them should go back to their respective rooms.

But there was only half a candle left.

While taking a bath, the flashlight had burned out.

There is also half a candlestick.

Anting saw Song Ci sitting on the sofa, looking restless. He sighed softly, returned to the room, took out a bamboo mat, took out pillows and thin quilts, and directly Lie down.

A set of operations, everything goes smoothly.

Seeing this, Song Ci didn’t know why and asked: “What are you doing?”

An Ting returned to his usual carefree appearance and said calmly: “Room It’s too hot and I can’t sleep at all, so I’d better make a bed on the floor in the living room, it’s cooler here.”

Even though it’s July.

But... in fact, this statement is very far-fetched. Due to the typhoon, it is definitely not hot today. At most, it is a bit stuffy. Open some windows and maybe find a quilt to cover your belly.

Song Ci seemed to understand, and glanced at the third of the candles on the table, followed the trend, and said: "What a coincidence, I am also afraid of heat, so I will sleep on the sofa tonight. ."

She is not afraid of heat, just afraid of the dark.

The flashlight was out of power, the phone was out of power, and the candles were almost gone. It was too difficult for her to survive the endless night alone.

The best option is to spend the night in the living room.

Both of them had just graduated from junior high school and were not in the habit of staying up late. Half past eleven was already a relatively late sleep time.

An Ting and Naite were lying on the bamboo mat in the living room, while Song Ci was on the sofa a few meters away. In such a peaceful atmosphere, some discordant sounds came out.

It wasn’t a purr, just the sound of tossing and turning on the sofa.

Song Ci is not used to sleeping on the sofa. She is an insecure person, and her sleep quality is not particularly good. She can only sleep deeply on a bed she is familiar with, especially not suitable for semi-sleeping rooms like the living room. Open occasions.

An Ting couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “Song Ci, do you want to come down and sleep together?”

“Ah...!?”
< br /> Song Ci immediately imagined the scene where her lips had accidentally touched each other. The lingering fear was not over, so she didn’t want to get too close to this boy.

“How am I going to sleep when you turn around and make so many noises?” Anting complained: “Come down, at least there is enough space for you to turn around.”
< br />Song Ci retorted: "I can't trust you."

Song Ci once said that he has developed a certain sense of trust in Anting, but there is a limit to everything. Sleeping on the same mat is obviously too much. reached this degree.

"Idiot, if I want to do something to you, you died a few months ago, how can you still stay here and talk to me at night?"

The two of them have lived together for such a long time. If Anting had that intention, Song Ci would have been eaten up and wiped clean.

Song Ci was still a little confused. The mat should be more comfortable than the sofa, and at least there would be a lot more room to turn around, but...

Anting added: "It doesn't matter, Naite. Just between us...and..."

"What else?"

"Song Ci, I hope you can trust me more, are you right? Wrong, I may not be a good boy, but I am your family member..."

One thing must be clear.

An Ting has never thought about being a good person, a good man, a great virtuous person, or a saint. Once he is reborn, his targets are always ordinary people, even little villains who help relatives but not take care of them. .

In his eyes, the highest priority is always only family and friends.

Finding a girlfriend someday may not be as important as Song Ci.

Didn’t we agree on the first day - to get along well in the name of family?

This sentence made Song Ci lower his guard.

She crept down holding the pillow and quilt, and lay down about forty or fifty centimeters away from Anting. She originally thought that there was a breast in the middle, so it wouldn't matter.

Unexpectedly, this guy stood up and ran to the corner of the mat.

Ever since.

Anting and Song CijiuSo close.

Song Ci was dumbfounded. Although she was very polite and well-educated, she looked at Naite curled up in the corner and couldn't help but cursed: "Bitch..."

"Pfft..."

Anting was amused by her. Not long ago, she couldn't let herself scold the dog, but now she was scolding him so vigorously.

This girl... is always very serious, but when she reacts in other ways, the contrast is cute and cute.

It’s not Wen Chuli’s pretentious pretentiousness, but a very natural and cute contrast.

Hearing Anting's smile, Song Ci snorted lightly, but not long after, she realized that she was too close to the other person, so she took the initiative to turn sideways, turning her back to the boy, to avoid looking at him.

The mat is not small, it is a double bed, 2.2×2.5 in size. It is more than enough for two people and a dog to lie here. However, girls, especially girls with long hair, will lose their hair as soon as they lie down. Always messy.

A few strands of restless hair will run to Anting.

Even though I haven’t washed my hair, it still smells good.

Anting didn’t pay attention, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

What he didn’t expect was that he was a little uncomfortable with it. It seemed that he hadn’t slept with someone else for a long time.

In his previous life, after his father, Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun passed away, and the demolition of Bauhinia Street was unfinished, he had become accustomed to being alone; now, it would not be too uncomfortable to suddenly arrange a beautiful girl for him. Habit.

Just as Anting closed his eyes and fell asleep, Song Ci's voice suddenly appeared next to him. Against the sound of rain hitting the window and the thunder and lightning, it seemed a little gentle.

"An Ting...An Ting...are you asleep?"

Anting originally wanted to pretend to be asleep and scare her, but then he remembered that this girl was timid and did not open her eyes. Opening his eyes, he just spoke and said: "No..."

"Can't you sleep?"

At this moment, Song Ci had turned around and faced Anting, In the darkness, Starry Eyes stared eagerly.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh..." Song Ci was calm this time, and he did say nonsense.

An Ting said without thinking, "I haven't slept with a girl for a long time, so I'm not used to it."

"Scumbag..."

What does it mean that I haven’t slept with a girl for a long time...

In fact, Anting’s body has never slept with anyone; that sentence is completely from the perspective of the previous life.After his family left, he entered a long period of sage mode.

An Ting realized that his mind was confused and he accidentally confused his past life with this life.

He originally wanted to explain that he had not tried this body yet, but after thinking about it carefully, he still had no explanation and what was the point of explaining it.

He laughed mischievously and joked: "Hearing what you said makes me want to eat sugar cane again."

"I know how to eat, eat, eat."

"Not only can I eat, but I can also poop~"

At this moment, An Ting opened his eyes, turned around, and faced Song Ci. The two looked at each other. , just like the scene I accidentally kissed just now, only farther away.

"Vulgar!" Song Ci really hated this guy.

Anting shrugged and said, "It's human nature."

But at this time.

The last candle came to an end, and the two just stared at each other, like people living in a utopia under the candlelight, an ideal land far away from everything.

Song Ci’s breathing was louder than expected.

Anting asked: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Ci was a little embarrassed and said: "No, it's just a bit stuffy and I can't breathe easily."

Due to the weather, there was only a gap left in the window, and the air was not particularly circulated. In addition, Song Ci, an idiot, was wearing trousers and socks, and there should be a cover inside.

It will definitely be boring.

"Put on cooler clothes. The candle will be extinguished soon and you won't see anything." Anting made a small suggestion.

Song Ci thought about it, silently sat up straight, and slowly took off the socks on his feet in front of Anting, revealing his feet. He always thought that the word "yuzu" was literary. It was an exaggeration, but I didn’t expect that there would really be feet like jade in real life.

Then, Song Ci put on the last candlelight and entered the room without closing the door. She just said: "No peeking!"

"Okay, okay."

About three minutes later, Song Ci walked out of the room wearing a pure white vest, shorts, bare feet and a bun.

Regardless of whether Anting Cheng admits it or not, at least he was stunned at this moment.

I have known Song Ci for many years, and this seems to be the first time I have seen this person wearing shorts.

Then...it takes less than ten seconds to enjoy.

Pull the switch!

The last candlelightNone.

Song Ci lay back on the bamboo mat again, "It feels much more comfortable."

"Why don't I usually see you dressed like this?"

"Idiot, I used to live in a commercial building. On particularly hot days, in order to save electricity bills, I would not turn on the air conditioner. I would wear this occasionally. After all, I was alone at home, so it didn't matter. But after I moved here, I stopped wearing this."

"Hey...where is the most basic trust between people!?"

Isn't this sentence obviously aimed at himself - Anting is not stupid, he must have heard the implication.

Song Ci spoke in a rare light tone and said: "Slightly~"

After a while, Song Ci became more serious and said: "To tell the truth is not to put on couple's clothes. You can just pretend to be a couple, but you can’t really become a family member just by saying that you are a family member. I admit that my trust in you is increasing, but I still have a certain degree of wariness.” It’s only been a few months since the conference.

You were confessing your love not long ago, how could you truly be a family member?

Song Ci is a rationalist, and she is not easily led around.

Anting has no complaints about this and can still understand her.

The next second, Song Ci said something that surprised the young man. She said: "Not only am I wary of you, but I am also wary of myself..."

"Be wary of you. Yourself?"