The story between me and the building opposite

After I said it, I felt a little regretful again, what if 506 thinks that my praise of his good looks is just greedy for his beauty?

Am I simply greedy for his beauty?No, I'm still greedy for his body.

if not?I wonder if his sand sculpture can do radio gymnastics?

When I think about things, I always put on a serious expression unconsciously, so that every time the little sister will say that my marriage is probably hindered by this face.

After contacting later, little sister: Don't talk, just sit down.

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"Thank you." 506 probably replied me out of politeness.

When I leaned down and brushed the noodles, hot air hit my face. I don't know if the heat I felt was because of the steam, or 506's thank you.

Rusty, like a piece of sandpaper on my heart.

Grinding heart a little restless.

Pengci under the table rubbed against my ankles for a while, then jumped onto the stool, walked slowly to my lap, curled up, yawned big and lay down for a while.

The preserved egg groaned, and was covered by Pengci's paw.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Pengci's tail sticks out, and he pats him every now and then.

It's so pleasant.

"Usually, you can bring more preserved eggs to visit my house. I think Pangci likes you very much. You can visit him more often."

I also want to see him, but last night I watched him dance on the windowsill all night, and I couldn't stand it.