The story between me and the building opposite

Because I have been watching 506 for the past few days, I have not coded properly for a long time, which caused the number of words in my manuscript to drop in a straight line.

When I suddenly realized that it was time for me to complete the list task.

So, when 506 didn't get up, I was coding.

When 506 was doing radio gymnastics, I was codewording.

I was coding when 506 didn't know what to do.

506 turned on the light and turned off the light, maybe going to sleep, I am still typing.

The word count of the list task is like a devil, holding a sickle and staring at me behind me.

The little sister is also wondering why I haven't shared my daily life with 506 these days... Oh, no, it's strange why I didn't talk about my daily life of spying on 506.

Besides this damn list task, what else is there?

I'm going to close it, I'm typing with my eyes closed, and my mind is in a state of chaos.

Then the computer’s WeChat keeps flashing, and the little sister Yanyan who is also a big hand is frantically popping up my window:

[You are like a delicate flower, and the task on the list is like a ruthless devil's claws, crazily destroying flowers, destroying you. ]

This person is a devil, wait for the next time 506 sends her some weird art.

When looking at the window of 506, at some point, the other party turned on the light, stood on the balcony and looked up, as if looking at me.

My face suddenly burned, and I quickly looked away.

Was 506 looking at me just now?

Did I do any indecent actions just now and was seen by the other party?