Falling back to gl

The two spent the night here, one night alone.

There are guest rooms on the second floor, and the room on the east side of Nanjia's backyard is only separated from the master bedroom by a wall.

Doomed to sleepless in the second half of the night.

Lying on the soft bed, Nanjia didn't close her eyes until after three o'clock in the morning, disturbed by the continuous noise outside the window, unable to rest.

Turn over and lie on your side facing the backyard.

The world outside the transparent glass is pitch black, covered with thick ash, pressing down heavily.The meager light was too weak, and looking out from the inside, only the blurred outlines of the old trees in the backyard could be vaguely discerned.

Next door, Ji Cen'an didn't sleep much, tossing and turning throughout the night.

This person was still in the room at three or four o'clock, and he simply got out of bed after five o'clock and sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

Nanjia woke up for a while and couldn't breathe, so he walked around in the corridor.

He was almost at the corner of the second floor, and as soon as he lowered his eyes, he immediately discovered the existence of the other party.

Ji Cen'an turned his back to the side of the stairs, his hair was let down, and he was only wearing a loose and casual white shirt with an open neckline, half of his shoulders and a pair of long legs were exposed, and his feet were also bare.The temperament is idle, and the whole body is full of laziness from the inside out.

Most of the coffee on the coffee table has been drunk and is about to bottom out.

Nanjia stopped and didn't go out.

Ji Cen'an was typing on the computer, with a notebook on his lap, and seemed to be unaware of the movement behind him.

The light from the screen hit her face very dimly.

The sound of typing on the keyboard was very clear at this time, one click, another click... The slender and white fingers moved quickly, which contrasted with the pattering rain.

The girl's tall and thin figure merged into the darkness. Looking at it from a distance, the night was covered with a layer of mist.

The narrow window at the end of the corridor was open, and the drizzle was pouring in with the wind.

Suddenly it was chilly.

Nanjia stood in the corner, hiding in this quiet corner.

Ji Cen'an didn't react at all, his mind was on the computer, and he kept one posture from beginning to end.

Legs bent, one hand holding a notebook, the other hand typing.

Calmly, slowly.

There is no other sound between the two floors, and it has been peaceful.

Occasionally there was a soft whine of the wind, but it was not a big one, and it was swallowed up by the night soon.

I don't know how long it took until the minute hand of the wall clock moved several ticks before Nanjia turned around and went back to the guest room.

The rain has become smaller and denser.

After typing the last string of codes, Ji Cen'an closed the computer, put it on the sofa, picked up the cup and drank the remaining coffee.

Don't waste a sip, drink it all.

The sky cleared after seven o'clock, the dark clouds dispersed, and the house was finally clear.

The ground is wet everywhere, the low-lying places are full of accumulated water, and the treetops and branches are also wet.

I fell asleep at dawn, and it was already nine o'clock.

Breakfast is being made in the kitchen, and the owner of the house cooks it himself for the first time.

When Nanjia went down, the seafood porridge on the stove had just boiled, boiling and bubbling.

Turning to the bottom and seeing Ji Cen'an inside, Nanjia was startled, a bit unexpected.

Unexpectedly, it would be Ji Cen'an cooking, and he thought it was the aunt invited by this person or someone else.

There was also cod and bacon fried in the pan, and two eggs.

The variety is quite rich and has everything.

Sensing the noise from behind, Ji Cen'an picked up a spoon to stir the casserole without looking back, and said to himself, "Eat something before leaving."

Walking to the door, he casually glanced inside, but Nanga didn't say anything, and didn't refuse.

Go in to help, bring the dishes to the living room and set them up, waiting for the seafood porridge to be cooked.

My aunt can't come on rainy days, so Ji Cen'an made the food this morning.

This one is still dressed like last night, and she doesn't avoid suspicion at all, and doesn't think there is anything wrong with wearing this way.

The white shirt is loose, with two buttons open, exposing the inner skin and the undulating curves, which are as long as the thighs, and can cover most of the scene when standing upright.

But you can't bend over or make unnecessary movements, even if you raise your arms, the hem of the shirt will shrink up accordingly.There is no way to tightly block the part under the fabric, and it can be seen with a slight movement.

Nanjia stood behind, through the thin fabric, the slender waist of this man could be vaguely seen.

But Ji Cen'an didn't care, he didn't mind the outsiders in the house at all, he regarded it as usual when he lived alone, he could do whatever he wanted, and he didn't deliberately show some so-called reservedness and restraint.

I do whatever I want, I'm used to being lazy, and I don't have the energy to clean up early in the morning.

Those long thin and straight legs dangled under the shirt, without a trace of fat, and even the ankles were eye-catching.

The girl's slovenliness is not annoying, but has a kind of indistinct attraction.

Nanjia looked away, ignored what she shouldn't look at, and instead helped clean the stove.

The porridge in the pot was gurgling and fragrant.

The whole kitchen smells like this.

In fact, Nanjia also changed her clothes, not the one she wore when she came here, but the one Ji Cen'an gave her last night.

The original one was changed after taking a shower, and it had already been thrown into the washing machine. Now this set is comfortable home clothes, with cotton and linen short sleeves and cropped trousers. The overall look is cool.

She seldom wears it like this when she looks at the head. It is not this style. She usually wears it with a sense of design, and she will not be so casual in daily life.

This attire made her a little unaccustomed, and she always felt uncomfortable.

Ji Cen'an said, "Give me two bowls."

Nanjia opened the cupboard, looked at the rows of bowls of various types inside, and asked, "Which one do you want?"

Ji Cen'an turned off the fire: "The smaller one."

Nanjia randomly picked up two white bowls and handed them over.

Unintentionally again, the moment Ji Cen'an stretched out his hand, their fingertips touched each other lightly.

Nanjia froze, and retracted reflexively.Fortunately, Ji Cen'an had quick eyesight and quick hands, and caught her before she took it back, and continued in time to avoid the ending of the two white bowls falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.

But it was also during this distraction that he didn't pay attention to the casserole on the stove, Ji Cen'an moved a little too much, turned to one side, and accidentally touched the casserole with his hand holding the spoon.

Take it away immediately, but it's too late.

It was still scalded to a piece, and there was no time to react.

After a while, Nanjia took action before Ji Cen'an—turned on the faucet, grabbed the man's hand and put it under the buffered cold water.

Ji Ce'an frowned, not taking this injury seriously.

Nanjia couldn't help saying: "Stand here, don't go."

Ji Cen'an answered, "It's fine."

Nanjia insisted: "Be careful of foaming, first rinse with water for a while."

The two stood together in front of the sink, side by side, body to body.

Nanjia grabbed Ji Cen'an very hard.

Ji Cen'an was burned on his right hand, and Nanjia was standing on his left... Leaning in this posture, they looked very close. Seen from a distance, Nanjia seemed to be held in Ji Cen'an's arms.

Ji Cen'an lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Nanjia's neck.

They have the same fragrance, the same shower gel they used last night, the smell is very weak, but it smells better.

Nanjia didn't have so many scruples, and he was relieved when he felt the indistinct softness behind him.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was almost nothing, and it was unknown whether Nanjia took half a step back or Ji Cen'an moved closer, but no one noticed it.

Ji Cen'an's fingertips twitched across Nanjia's palm.

Nanga froze.

The feeling of the back became more and more clear, and the body moved forward a little bit...Looking at the clasped hands, and looking down a little, Nanjia's thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ji Cen'an was quite cooperative now, and he no longer flinched.

The sound of running water was slight and rushing.

Nanjia didn't let go, but the force was not so heavy.

After a long time, the people behind asked in a low voice, "How long will it take?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the other party's warm breath fell on the back of her neck, slightly itchy.

Nanjia straightened her waist and remained motionless.

"There is still a while." She said warmly, her red lips parted and her throat was tight.

There was silence for a while, and after a while, he hummed.

A few minutes later, Nanga let go, and each slowly separated.

The seafood porridge is almost done, it's time to eat.

Two white bowls came in handy, filled with porridge and served out.

They went out one after the other, Nanjia sat down at the table first, and Ji Cen'an came to the living room later.

A meal does not take time, it is over in ten minutes.

The room became bright, and not long after, the lights in the living room were turned off.

After the meal, Nanjia left and walked straight away.

Leave the mess of a table to the other party to clean up, and go out empty-handed.

Ji Cen'an didn't want to keep her, but just watched her go to the door and kept watching.

Nanjia didn't look back, and stepped out of the door a few steps until she got into the car, and gradually calmed down.

My mind was still blank, unable to function.

The road was slippery after the rain, and the speed of the return journey was very slow.

All the way back to the studio directly, there is still work there.

It was supposed to go there an hour ago, but it was delayed and missed the time.

The day that followed was harder than the night before, shorter than usual, and hard.

In the afternoon, Nanjia was basically drawing manuscripts and did nothing else.

The little assistant came in and said something.

I left work on time in the evening and didn't stay in the studio for long.

Back in the rented room, wait until the golden twilight is projected into the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the surface of all things, slanting the elongated shadows onto the wall, and the doorbell rings.

When the door opened, it was Ji Cen'an.

Came here to deliver clothes.

"I forgot to take this." Ji Cen'an said, and changed into his normal outfit.

Putting away the things, Nanjia stood still, tightened his hand on the doorknob, and squeezed it hard.

……

She let her in.

There is no reason, and the ghosts and ghosts seem to be out of control, being led away by an invisible thin thread.

After that, all the behaviors were inexplicable, and they happened in a daze.

Maybe it was because I was still awake, I didn’t turn the corner, maybe it was because the whole day’s tension was too grueling, the string in my mind was suddenly broken, and I couldn’t connect it all at once. Nanjia didn’t even think about it, just remembered the door. It was closed with a soft knock on the ground.

approaching, probing...

To be hugged, to be held up.

Nanjia was still immersed in the emotions of the morning, confused.

Suddenly, they hit the table and something rolled to the floor.

The setting sun behind the high-rise building was dazzling, and the afterglow cast a circle of brilliance around them.

Ji Cen'an was an out-and-out bastard, so reckless that he couldn't stand it, and so strong that he didn't give him a chance to hesitate.

The side of the neck warmed up, and then it was on the collarbone... Nanjia climbed on Ji Cen'an, his feet couldn't touch the bottom.

……

Waiting for another moment, it has reached the point where it is almost out of control.

Reluctantly grasping a glimmer of clarity from the chaos, Nanjia's chest rose and fell heavily, and he slapped Ji Cen'an on the face.

Very light, not heavy.

The two pressed against each other, with Ji Cen'an pressing on top, almost touching her lips.

Nanga hit again.

His fingertips were trembling, uncontrollably.