Deliberately attack

Chapter 65

Sitting there, Xun Lang unconsciously remembered that day again in his mind.

Coming out of the police station, the feeling of holding Tang Yili in his arms, soft, fluffy, and tiny, when he wanted to dodge the strange beast in his body, that red face and watery eyes, Tell him to have some kind of strange, impulse.

Moreover, the fire was burning more and more.

There was no way, Xun Lang endured it for a while, got up and went back to the shower, turned it into cold water, and took another shower.

The cold water bath in early spring was really a test. After 2 minutes of bathing, Xun Lang's skin became cold, but when he looked down, it still didn't help.

That beast is vicious and flamboyant, and it doesn't stop if it doesn't eat human flesh.

Xun Lang raised his head and let the cold water wash off his face, he was really helpless, he was just remembering that day, and he was still in such a mess.

What's more, that night, he didn't sleep almost all night, and even blasphemed himself twice before he could calm down the shock brought by Tang Yili's body.

Tang Yili probably came here specifically to restrain him.

One look, one swing of his waist ruined the calmness and self-control he had cultivated for so many years.

Xun Lang suddenly turned off the shower, put on a bath towel, and simply covered it up. After a while, he felt as if he had calmed down the eager and raging desire.

Xun Lang took out his mobile phone from the closet, and still called Tang Yili.

"Xun Lang."

Xun Lang: "I'm leaving tomorrow, to Jin City."

"Ah."

After he finished his confession, Tang Yili also knew that the purpose of this phone call had been achieved, but the two were unexpectedly silent, neither spoke nor hung up.

No matter how time passed quietly, Xun Lang listened to Tang Yili's silent breathing, and the emotions he had suppressed just now suddenly flooded up again, submerging his heart all the time.

Finally Xun Lang couldn't hold back anymore and asked her.

"Where are you?"

……

The location is still the last plate-making classroom.

Tang Yili was originally in the car, editing messages for Xun Lang, and was about to write out the whole story of the breakup. She tried her best to use words carefully, kept calm and restrained, and finally finished writing. When she was about to send it, she found that she had written nearly three thousand words. Character.

Three thousand characters, no matter what the content is, the words of this size are already humble.

In a fit of anger, Tang Yili deleted it all.

Finally, I wandered to the plate-making classroom and received a call from Xun Lang.

He was going to Jin City, so he made a phone call before he left, as a polite way of telling him, Tang Yili really didn't understand the meaning of Xun Lang's coming to her.

The two of them didn't say anything on the phone. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to meet each other.

Tang Yili sighed inwardly, but still took the illustrated book and sat by the window, watching and waiting.

Not long after, Xun Lang came over, wearing only a black sweater.

"Aren't you cold?" Tang Yili looked at Xun Lang.

It was already spring outside, and the temperature was not low. In addition, he was soaked in cold water all year round, Xun Lang had been wearing very little clothes, and he was actually not cold at all.

But before leaving, Xun Lang didn't want to have any more conflicts with Tang Yili, even if it was just a verbal disagreement, he didn't want to.

Xun Lang followed Tang's greeting and said, it's a bit cold.

Tang Yili put down the book, thought for a while, took a soft ruler, walked up to Xun Lang, and asked him to raise his arm.

Xun Lang followed suit.

Tang Yili used a ruler to measure Xun Lang's arm length and shoulder width. Finally, she walked around in front of him, leaned forward slightly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and passed the tape measure from left hand to right hand.

As if she was hugging him, Xun Lang felt a dull pain in his heart during the few seconds that this posture lasted.

He raised his arm and needed to control it so hard that he would not let himself drop his arm and hug her back.

Tang Yili didn't know it, her fingers accurately measured the distance of one inch, and walked across his chest.

Xun Lang sighed a long time in his heart, as if he finally couldn't bear the suffering, he lowered his arms to hug her.

Tang Yili suddenly let go.

She took a step back and froze for a moment, Xun Lang's intentions were too obvious, Tang Yili of course noticed it.

If it was placed before, she would definitely hug her and embed herself in that safe embrace.

But now, there were lies there, and it was no longer her safe haven.

Tang Yili pretended that nothing had happened, and said.

"I'm done measuring, you sit beside me and wait."

She took the fabric and hurried into the cutting room. Through a curtain, there was the sound of a sewing machine beeping.

Xun Lang dropped his hands completely, his heart was empty, he turned around and looked out the window, there were a few black magpies on the bare branches, like unlucky flowers.

After all, Tang Yili is a professional. With quick hands and feet, he pulled out a piece of white cotton fabric. According to the data, he quickly measured the front and back pieces, cut them, and sewed them by machine. It took only 10 minutes. When Tang Yili walked out of the room, The fabric has been transformed into a finished T-shirt.

"Try it, put it under the sweater, it can be layered and keep warm."

In the corner of the classroom, a temporary fitting room was set up to facilitate students to modify their homework.

Tang Yili lifted the cloth curtain, and Xun Lang walked in. Before taking off the sweater, he held the clothes made by Tang Yili and looked at them for a long time.

A white T-shirt can be described as unremarkable. The only difference from the ones sold in the world is that there is a cloth sign wrapped around the hem of the clothes, which says "One Pear Clothes", with white characters on a red background, on white On the T-shirt, it is particularly conspicuous.

Xun Lang put it on, and walked out from behind the curtain. Tang Yili, who was turning the pages of the book, looked up from the book, with a slight surprise in his peaceful eyes.

Needless to say, the size of the T-shirt is suitable, but it is only two arm circumferences. Tang Yili underestimated the strong arm circumference of a swimmer, leaving a little space and looking a little tight.

Tang Yili asked: "Do you need to change it?"

Xun Lang said, "No need, it's already very good."

Tang Yili closed the book, walked over, stood on tiptoe, raised her small face halfway to look, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the only candle in the darkness of silence.

She stretched out her hand to smooth the corner of her clothes and looked at it seriously.

Xun Lang didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that a little more wind would blow away the tranquility of this moment.

"It's okay, it's acceptable."

Tang Yili stepped back and said with a smile, "Tang Yili produces high-end ready-to-wear, a gift for you, happy new year."

The new year has long passed.

Xun Lang: "Why not a Valentine's Day gift?"

Tang Yili smiled lightly: "If you can't be a lover, you can still be friends. I don't want you to have the urge to throw away this dress when you see it in the future."

Xun Lang was startled: "Tang Yili, what do you mean?"

"I--"

Before she could say a word, Tang Yili was forced to take a step forward by Xun Lang. If this man didn't have a fit, it was because he was too lazy to deal with it.

Tang Yili hurriedly dodged back, only to find that she was trapped by the window sill. When she leaned back, the protruding edge of the granite was poking at her waist.

The sharp pain traveled all over the lumbar spine, causing Tang Yili to frown and take a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)