Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to say, "It's not convenient for me to go out right now, can you just leave it at the door? Sorry."

"It's okay, I'll put it at the door for you."

There was a sound of something falling, followed by the sound of the door opposite opening and closing, as if Jiang Shunchuan had left.

Song Xun waited for a while longer before he opened the door a crack and stretched out his arm to hook the thing in the doorway in.

It is a food box basket woven with bamboo and rattan.

Song Xun carried it back to the room.

When I opened the box, I found another layer of paper box inside, tied with a criss-cross ribbon bow.

pink.

Song Xun continued to unpack the paper box. Inside the paper box was a nine-square grid, and each grid was filled with exquisitely shaped, different pastries.

I took an orange-shaped mung bean cake and put it in my mouth.

It tastes quite good, Song Xun paused as he was about to reach out for it again.

No, it's time to eat now!

Back to reality, Song Xun looked sad and slumped on the table dejectedly.

He has always firmly believed that this world only exists on the Internet level, but Jiang Shunchuan's unconventional behavior disrupted everything.

The cell phone that Song Xun had held under his arm rang.

The specially set ringtone must be Jiang Shunchuan.

Song Xun was too lazy to move. He didn't want to pay attention to Jiang Shunchuan. Thinking of this, he still pulled out his phone after half a minute.

——Jiang Shunchuan: What are you doing?

Song Xun glanced at the pastries on the table and thought, don’t you know?

——Qingqing: I just received some small cakes from my neighbor.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Is it delicious?

Song Xun suspected that after he sent the message "It's delicious", Jiang Shunchuan would come again the next day.

——Qingqing: It’s not very delicious.

The other party replied after a while.

——Jiang Shunchuan: So that’s it.

There is a sense of loss.

Jiang Shunchuan didn't intend to reveal that he had moved to Room 1204, and Song Xun didn't mention it either, and they both pretended not to know.

After that day, Song Xun hardly went out during the few days that Jiang Shunchuan moved in.

He asked Xu Jiayan to help take the garbage downstairs. After eating barbecue together, his relationship with Xu Jiayan improved a little, and he would still help with things like taking the garbage downstairs.

Because he has to get up early to commute to work and work overtime at night, Xu Jiayan doesn't know about the new neighbors who moved in across the street.

Song Xun hadn't gone out for two days in a row. He doesn't know how to cook, and it's impossible for him to cook noodles for himself every day. But after the live broadcast that day, he couldn't help but order some takeout. He noted that he didn't need to call or knock on the door, just send a message.

Half an hour later, the order was shown as completed.

Song Xun stood at the door and heard nothing, so he opened the door.

His takeaway was carried by a bony hand, and it was not the delivery boy. The person standing outside the door was clearly Jiang Shunchuan.

Song Xun had a dull expression. He was still wearing the clothes he had just worn for the live broadcast: a gentle oatmeal sweater on his upper body, an ankle-length white gauze skirt, and two milky white hairpins in his hair. He looked up at Jiang Shunchuan blankly without reacting.

Jiang Shunchuan stared at him with bright eyes, lowered his head and made a surprised expression: "Do you live here too?"

Song Xun still didn't respond, Jiang Shunchuan directed and acted out his own words: "I just moved here, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

In the past, Song Xun always thought that his acting skills were not good, but now, seeing Jiang Shunchuan’s exaggerated performance, he feels more balanced.

He calmed down a little, with a mentality of "could it get any worse?", and stared at Jiang Shunchuan pretending in front of him.

Jiang Shunchuan was mentally strong and continued to perform. He checked the takeaway bag and said, "The delivery guy was in a hurry and was afraid that the order would be overdue. I happened to pass by and delivered it to him."

Song Xun was too tired to complain. He had already gone upstairs to the door. How could he still need that little time?

On the surface, this is the first time the two have met in real life, apart from video calls and live broadcasts.

Song Xun gave his own response and also pretended to be surprised and looked at Jiang Shunchuan: "Are you the neighbor who brought me cakes that day?"

Jiang Shunchuan scratched his head, thinking of the comment that the food was not tasty: "Yeah, I didn't expect that it was you in front of me. Next time I will choose a delicious one and send it to you."

It was the first time they stood face to face like this. Although Jiang Shunchuan tried to remain calm, he was extremely panicked inside. He still couldn't help staring at her. He felt his heart pounding and was completely fascinated.

Song Xun felt uncomfortable being stared at and wanted to take his takeaway: "Thank you for bringing me the takeaway."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand that was about to take the takeaway fell empty. Jiang Shunchuan lifted the takeaway up with one hand, with a look of disapproval on his face: "Is this what you're going to eat tonight?"

Song Xun looked at the hamburgers and chicken wings that were moving away from him, and nodded to Jiang Shunchuan.

Jiang Shunchuan had no intention of returning it: "Let me take you out to eat. It's still early."

"Ah?" Song Xun was caught off guard by his sudden thought. Before he could react, Jiang Shunchuan grabbed his wrist and walked out.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Song Xun quickly grabbed the door frame: "I didn't take the key."

Jiang Shunchuan let him go, then realized his palm was burned, and withdrew his hand: "Then I'll wait for you outside."

When Song Xun walked in, Jiang Shunchuan looked down at his left hand that he had just held with the young anchor. The warm and smooth touch seemed to still linger in the palm of his hand.

He tightened his fingers unconsciously, holding only a piece of empty air.

When Song Xun took out the key, Jiang Shunchuan was still standing there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

"You can go."

Jiang Shunchuan came back to his senses, rubbed his ears uncomfortably, and approached Song Xun: "Then let's go."

The two got into the elevator and when they went down to the fifth floor, a couple came in.

Song Xun leaned inside. It was the first time for him to wear women's clothes, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, both he and the former Meng Qing rarely go downstairs, and the residents here are not familiar with him, so no one will point at his nose and scream.

As the couple came in, Jiang Shunchuan also took two steps back and stood with Song Xun, purposefully shortening the distance between them.

Song Xun glanced at Jiang Shunchuan, who was standing next to his shoulder with a righteous expression, and said nothing.

The two people in front entered the elevator as if they were going home. Song Xun only glanced at them, and the two of them went upstairs together in an ambiguous manner.

The woman in the black tight skirt shyly said, "We are outside, please behave yourself."

Not only did the man not let go, he also leaned forward and kissed her, making a loud noise in the enclosed space. The atmosphere instantly became awkward and ambiguous.

"What are you afraid of? No one is watching."

Song Xun and Jiang Shunchuan, who were not treated as human beings, looked at each other at the same time, and then looked away as if they were stung.

Jiang Shunchuan cleared his throat twice and looked at the man unhappily: "Can you please be more careful in public places?"

The man looked back, his eyes fell on the two people's shoulders that were tightly pressed together, but they didn't dare to look at each other's eyes. He said in a hoarse voice: "What are you pretending to be? Does it bother you? You are a single dog."