Ambiguous and erotic atmosphere floated in the cramped space. Facing the look of the shop owner, Sheng Anran's face suddenly turned red. He lifted the curtain and ran away, and his figure was quite in a hurry.

"What are you running away? You're all adults, little brother, your girlfriend is so shameless..."

Before he finished speaking, the boss saw Lyon's face, which was wrapped in mummy, and he swallowed the second half of the sentence for a moment.

This man is obviously thinner, and it is enough to come here to wrap himself up like this.

Lyon's face was hidden under the mask sunglasses, and there was no expression. He nodded slightly at the boss, lifted the curtain and caught up with the figure that had run away at this moment. His eyes under the sunglasses were full of smiles.

Unlike the evil or innocent eyes that were deliberately performed to deal with various women, no one saw it now, but only he himself knew it. That was his most sincere gaze over the years.

"Sorry."

Sheng Anran saw that he was catching up with him and apologized in embarrassment.

"I don't know what kind of store it is, I didn't look at it before I entered."

"It's okay." Lyon's voice had a clear smile, "Don't speak in this tone of bad kids, okay? I'm also an adult."

Is it embarrassing because I am an adult? Sheng Anran thought to himself.

In order to avoid being surrounded by fans, Sheng Anran decided to go directly to the hotel with Lyon. She also needed to stay in the hotel at night, so she simply stayed in the one in Lyon.

"Miss, this is your room card, get it."

Sheng Anran took the room card from the front desk and entered the elevator alone.

Although the hotel has rules and does not spread the matters of customers casually, after all, it is impossible for everyone to control it when they open their mouths, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Lyon has already gone upstairs first.

It was winter, and there was no one in the public balcony on each floor of the hotel.

When Sheng Anran arrived, Lyon had not arrived yet, and the cold wind was whizzing. She regretted that Lyon had promised to sit outside with him for a while.

"elder sister."

Lyon's voice came from behind him. Perhaps because he grew up abroad, Lyon's Mandarin was not very good, but the word "sister" was very suitable. Sheng Anran looked back and saw that Lyon changed into a thick coat and had a blanket in his hand. It seemed that he had gone back to his room. No wonder he was not as fast as he had come by himself.

"It's too windy, sister, please wrap this up."

Lyon wrapped the camel-colored cashmere blanket in his hand on Sheng Anran's shoulder.

The unique wood perfume on the boy is particularly clear and pleasant, and it is wrapped in a blanket safely, making it much warmer.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sister." Lyon smiled. Without the cover of scarves, masks, sunglasses, the boy couldn't even hide his anger. When he smiled, he looked like a boy in his sixteenth or seventeenth grade.

Sheng Anran always felt that Shao Si's youthfulness was enough, but compared with Lyon, Shao Si's aura was obviously stronger and could not be compared.

Take the fact that both Shao Si and Lyon call themselves sisters. Shao Si’s “sister” is simply called neat and bright and ostentatious. Because Lyon is not very standard in Mandarin, he habitually calls it a repetitive word. When he calls himself “sister”, he always feels innocent.

Like a son.

After realizing this, Sheng Anran coughed suddenly and avoided Lyon's gaze.

Lyon did not notice anything unusual and handed over the milk tea in his hand.

"Drink milk tea,"

"It's still hot?" Sheng Anran looked at Lyon in surprise, "You've been holding your arms? It's not spilling?"

Lyon nodded, blinked,

"Fortunately, the clerk of the milk tea shop didn't have time to open it for me."

There were stars, and the two of them leaned side by side on the lounge chair, and there was a round table of iron art in the middle. The two of them chatted together.

"Lyon, in fact, no matter whether you can let go of the past or not, you are moving forward. Time keeps going. If your heart stops in the past for too long, it will be difficult for you to face the present or the future one day in the future."

Sheng Anran looked at the sky with a faint feeling of fatigue in his eyes.

Leon swept through the corner of his eyes from the corner of the table. Half of the cup of milk tea was drunk, and the remaining half was still in the cup. The light on the balcony shone on the plastic cup. When he looked carefully, he could see fine particles precipitated at the bottom of the cup.

"Sister, everyone around you must be very good." Lyon slowly raised his head and looked at the sleepy figure beside him, with a complicated expression.

"How come you trust others so easily?"

Sheng Anran felt his head getting more and more dizzy, and finally leaned on the chair and gradually lost consciousness.

Late at night, the bedrooms of the hotel suites are dimly lit.

The slightest voices came from the balcony outside the bedroom, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

"All done, the photos will be sent to you tomorrow morning."

“…”

"After this matter is over, I will not owe you anything. Don't forget what you promised me."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Lyon took a sip of cigarettes hard, the ashes of cigarette butts burned out, threw them into the trash can outside, and turned around and entered the house.

The moment he entered the door, a cool breeze came in, and the people on the bed shrank for a moment, their smooth shoulders were exposed in the air, imprinted in Lyon's eyes, which was a little dazzling.

He walked over and lifted the quilt online, covering her chin.

"Sorry, sister, people want to live for themselves."

The next morning,

When Sheng Anran regained his consciousness, his headache was about to break, and his body seemed to be pressed by a thousand-pound stone. It felt troublesome to move.

The first thing she saw was the white ceiling, with European-style lace on the corners. The room was a little dim, but the light from the gap in the curtains showed that it was already dawn outside.

With a "drip", the sound of the door hitting the wall sounded, and the heavy footsteps gradually approached. The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared at the door.

Before Sheng Anran could come to his senses, the door creaked and was pushed open by a hand with distinct joints.

Light up all the dimness in the bedroom.

"Nancheng?" Sheng Anran frowned and subconsciously raised his arm to reach out to block the sun.

The moment the hand was pulled out of the quilt, the cool breeze passed by, and she finally realized something was wrong, and her neck turned almost stiffly at an angle, staring at her smooth arms and being stunned.

She was not wearing any clothes.

Yu Nancheng stood at the door, and the impatientness in his eyes disappeared when he saw this scene. His shock, anger, and intolerable emotions spread out in his eyes.

He strode into the bedroom and quickly opened the bathroom door, as if he was looking for something, even the curtains in the bathroom were opened.

"What are you looking for?"

Sheng Anran sat up with difficulty in holding the quilt, her brain could hardly work, but she just asked such a thing by subconsciously.

Soon, Yu Nancheng walked out of the bathroom, with heavy steps, and praised a valuable man's hand in front of Sheng Anran.
Chapter completed!