MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 863 Sports students vs dance students 95
Chapter 863 Sports Students vs Dance Students 95
In the middle of the night, he was squatting on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette, the rain drenched him, dripping from the hem of his clothes, the scarlet flickering between his fingers, being doused and ignited again and again.
The smog rose slowly, and the heavy rain was raging violently, blurring the outline of the man, vaguely recognizable extremely superior eyebrows, and an indescribably lonely breath.
Qi'an crossed the road, walked towards him step by step, finally stopped in front of Pei Xuyan, and slowly tilted the umbrella towards him.
He paused, raised his head, and saw her.
The white skirt fluttered in the wind and was soaked in cold rain. The girl stood in front of him, holding an umbrella for him.
Four eyes face each other.
Pei Xuyan's eyes were fixed on her eyebrows, which were deep, barren, and bloodshot.
The rain curtain couldn't blur his eyes, and there was wildfire burning.
Qi'an bent down slowly, squatted in front of Pei Xuyan, looked at him at the same level, held his cold hand, his eyes seemed to be smiling, clean and pure, and his voice was clearly audible amidst the sound of rain.
she says.
"I love you."
The cold wind howled fiercely, and the umbrella in her hand fell heavily to the ground, was blown away by the wind, rolled out several times, and made a "bang!" sound.
And Pei Xuyan stubbed out the cigarette, and hugged her heavily into his arms, with such strength that she could be embedded directly into his body, becoming the third rib.
Qi An staggered and fell into his arms, stretched out her arms, and hugged his back.
His head was pressed against her shoulder, buried in the hollow of her neck, the rainwater slid down along his slightly hard side face, and the raindrops fell on Qi An's collarbone, arousing fine and desolate emotions coolness.
He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but he hugged her and refused to let go. At that time, Qi An knew everything, and only said that he loved him in Pei Xuyan's ear over and over again.
He has always stood in front of her. This time, even in the distant future, she wants to tell him that in all his choices, she will firmly walk towards him.
Late at night, heavy rain, street corners, they hug each other in no one's place.
That night they took a room at the nearest inn.
The room rate is cheap, the place is dilapidated, the space is only a pitiful 20 square meters, and there is still a bit of damp smell in the air, but it is clean and tidy.
Probably because of the appearance of two people in the rain and their clasped hands, the proprietress couldn't help but take a second look before registering the information.
"There is only one room left. If you are a couple, then stay in this room. This is the key card, 311. Turn left on the third floor and walk inside to see it."
Pei Xuyan walked upstairs without saying a word.
Qi'an took it, said thank you, and went up to the third floor with Pei Xuyan, plugged in the room card, and turned on the light. The warm yellow color was smeared on the vermilion old furniture.
"Have you eaten yet?" Qi An asked.
"No."
"It's raining heavily outside, so let me make you some instant noodles first."
He said yes, with a hoarse voice.
Qi’an’s proprietress borrowed hot water and bought instant noodles to cook.
The clothes of both of them are soaked so thoroughly that they must not be able to wear them anymore, so they will catch a cold tomorrow. Fortunately, there is a shop on this street, and she bought two more sets of clothes and came back.
The girl smiled and talked to Pei Xuyan under the light.
The dim orange light and shadow fell on her slender eyelashes, with deep dimples, like a frame from an old movie, full of story sense, showing off the new clothes she bought for him.
"How about it? It's still in line with your taste."
Pei Xuyan felt quite strange and warm watching her busy.
He was sitting on the bed, his outline was tough, but it didn't detract from his dignity, the bottom of his eyes seemed to have frozen into ice, and he only smiled lightly until now, and said casually: "It's normal."
"You still picked it up, it would be nice to wear something!" Qi An snorted.
He beckoned, she took two steps forward, and then he pulled her into his arms and fell into a broad and firm embrace.
The inn that night was so simple and simple, but Qi An remembered it the most.
She remembered the humidity in the air, the dark brown bedside table, the warm yellow light, the hot instant noodles, the sound of the TV, and him under the light.
He doesn't talk about family affairs, and she doesn't ask.
Later he was so tired that he fell asleep on her shoulder.
Qi'an stared at his sleeping face for a long time, her heart was so soft that no one could refuse Pei Xuyan at this time, she poked his face lightly, like a complaint or a lesson.
"You said you, why are you so proud, will you die if you are tired? I won't laugh at you, I just feel distressed."
"In the future, if you have something to tell me as soon as possible, I will take it as your agreement if you don't say anything." Qi An muttered, her voice soft.
He suddenly said: "Okay."
Qi An was stunned: "You heard..."
"I'm asleep, not deaf."
Pei Xuyan closed her eyes, her body slid down, her head rested on her lap, her slightly damp hair cast some shadows on her tall nose bridge, her clean side face added a bit of soft warmth in such an atmosphere, and she coughed twice , the voice is hoarse and vague.
Very good, I still have the strength to beat her at this time.
Qi An smiled slightly, the adults had a lot of decisions not to argue with him.
It is said that when a person is sick, he will be like a child, which is somewhat true.
He has always flaunted a strong presence, but he really couldn't refuse his fragility that he tried to hide when he was sick.
The kind of face-saving, unintentional, and vivid breath makes people feel soft.
He stretched out his hand and dragged her to lie down with her. The male's savagely grown bones were so hard that it was painful. Then he hugged her for the whole night with peace of mind, and ordered: "Don't let go."
"Not loose." Qi An said softly, "Good night, A Yan."
It was a quiet night, listening to the cold rain outside the window.
Later, Pei Xuyan was ill for four or five days before recovering, and would rather die than go to the hospital. Qi An was so angry that he almost cut him in half, and finally bought medicine, supervised him to take medicine three times a day, and scolded him.
"I should change my major to study medicine, and then let you be a model every day and give you needles and needles!"
"It's too cruel, are you willing?"
Well, Qi An is reluctant.
The last two people also thought about how she took care of him that night, but she didn't stay in the morning, and they smiled at each other.
It happened to be the weekend, Qi An was worried about leaving, so he stayed with him in the hotel during the day, and lied to Qi's mother that he was a friend.
Pulling Fang Yingying to back her up, Fang Yingying said that she is the stepping stone of their love, one of them is always redundant in the world of three people, and she is that person, and single dogs have to cover for them.
Qi'an was wearing a soft beige sweater, her jet-black and soft hair was scattered behind her back, and her hair was longer, almost reaching her waist, like someone's first love, sitting by the bed, holding a mobile phone and talking.
"Come on, have you seen the link? Cut me a knife, and if you get 200, you will share half of it."
Pei Xuyan sat halfway on the bed, with a notebook on his lap, Qi An couldn't understand the complicated data, anyway, the fingers resting on the touch screen were too good-looking.
Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and picked up his phone to look at it.
Half a minute later, Qi An received a notification sound for the transfer.
X transfers 2,000 yuan to you.
"Why?" She looked at Pei Xuyan inexplicably.
It rained again last night, and stopped this morning. The spring breeze came in through the half-opened window, blowing the hair, and the sun filled the room, jumping on the floor, and basking on the disheveled quilt.
He is leaning on the bed, with his hands resting comfortably behind his back, the sweater is loose and half of his collarbone is exposed, the lazy energy in his bones is half sunken, his bones are good, and his temperament is also good.
It's just that the tone of sneering is really unbearable.
(end of this chapter)
