Xu Fei's residence has a modern atmosphere. Duan Yi, who had just come out of prison, was like heading straight to heaven.

"Don't be reserved," said Xu Fei. "You go and take a shower, I'll get some food."

Duan Yi brought various toiletries prepared for him into the bathroom.

Under the steaming water column, the comfort of the skin creates a strong feeling of living under the roof. The confusion in the heart is like the clouds and smoke in a limited space. Duan Yiyi can no longer suppress his complex emotions, and tears mixed into the rushing water. With the sound of water, he makes strange sobs unique to adult boys.

After that, I breathed a sigh of relief and silently remembered that there was no way out of nowhere.

Don't be a crying boy.

It’s so magical and comfortable to cry!

Xu Fei was still cooking when Duan Yi came out.

"Just wait," said Xu Fei.

Duan Yi sat in a soft fabric sofa that he had never experienced before, and looked at Xu Fei's slow back in the European kitchen. The exquisite apron was unique in her body. Some warm and home-like taste.

The food was ready, and they sat opposite each other.

Duan Yi swallowed voraciously under Xu Fei's silent gaze.

"What?" Duan Yi thought of the encounter in the university cafeteria. "Is it too rude? I haven't had a good meal for a long time?"

"I like to see how you eat very well." Xu Fei's eyes were slightly intoxicated.

"Well," Duan Yi said. "Maybe from the perspective of gene selection, the performance of eating is also a reference factor."

“I don’t like to compare humans to animals.”

"Humans have not been able to escape from the characteristics of animals." Duan Yi said. "It's just that the souls that are more than animals control the physical body of animals' characteristics. The spirits with elegant styles cannot tolerate the indulgence of the unmodified emotions and desires. Adjust the posture of expression, and no matter how indulge, they can maintain the elegant style."

"The phenomenon of food grabbing in the animal world has been adjusted to an elegant table manner by humans; the phenomenon of mating in the animal world has been adjusted to a scene of roses and perfume by humans." Xu Fei said.

I don’t know which word in the conversation caused the scene to be a little cramped, or they were just thinking about how much the soul can control the body. After all, the subtle reaction of the body at this time was completely involuntary, at least both of their slightly red faces and accelerated heartbeat happened to be like this.

"I think--" Duan Yi said.

"Hmm?" Xu Fei quickly pulled back her gaze that she didn't know how to put it before, and looked forward to it. She seemed to be a little bit hot, and she unbuttoned a button under the collar with unintentional movements.

"I think--" Duan Yi saw the white porcelain skin under Xu Fei's collar, and was deeply attracted but trying to escape. "I think people are entertaining by playing with human nature."

"uh-huh!"

After dinner, Xu Fei asked Duan Yibang to see his new work. Xu Fei opened the computer document and went to the bathroom.

Duan Yi really admires Xu Fei's delicate brushstrokes. Her skills can completely support her reputation, but her overly charming face has diverted everyone's attention from her works.

However, there was a passage that deeply attracted his attention. He watched a beautiful scene described from a female perspective alone, a vivid but not dirty romantic scene. He had to admire the magic of the words, and could actually create a sense of elegance and artistic style between men and women who were just fooling around.

It's a very regrettable thing, it's a red letter that comments on what needs to be deleted.

The sound of water from the shower in the bathroom is extremely crisp through the door crack. A wet wall is exposed between the frosted glass door cracks that are not completely covered. A few rows of crystal clear water droplets may slide down, and sparse wisps of smoke flow out from the door cracks.

Duan Yi stared at the crack in the door until the sound of water stopped, until the crack in the door became larger, and until Xu Fei walked out while wrapping a bath towel.

Xu Fei changed her nightgown and said, "Can you blow my head for me?"

Xu Fei sat on the sofa, Duan Yi stood in front of him. The hair dryer moaned at high frequency, and the strong wind blew her long hair and blew the neckline of her nightgown that was as thin as a cicada wing.

Xu Fei cooperated as if nothing had happened, swinging her figure to cater to the direction of the wind. Duan Yi looked down as if nothing had happened, and looked at her beautiful body in the direction of the wind.

"How is my new book?" she asked.

"Are you trying to cater to readers' appetites? There are many ambiguous plots interspersed in the previous chapters."

"It's not exactly that. I'll be keen on such fantasies in some late nights. The lazy, comfortable and lingering artistic conception is really tempting." Xu Fei said. "I think if we are together, we will be able to be a perfect match. Poetry and the distance require our creative enthusiasm, our tacit understanding of each other, and our soul that is not anxious even if we are floating in the wind."

"Well!" Duan Yi had to admit that the avant-garde literary woman in front of him was absolutely attractive to the pure opposite sex. For the anxious literary and artistic style, he would rather stick to the endless loneliness of typing. The two men and women who typd on the keyboard each lost the beauty described in the text.

"I'm happy to discuss with you without any barriers." Duan Yi said. "We can become a century-old confidante who will not turn against each other."

"Can a confidante go to bed?"
Chapter completed!