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Chapter 90
It's him?

It's him.

Cheng Xuran hurriedly washed the greasy foam off his hands, waved his hands and prepared to open the door.

The distance from the bathroom to the door of the living room was only a dozen steps, and the slender fingertips opened the doorknob, carrying a bit of residual warmth, in that morning.

"Song Yanqing!"

Cheng Xuran's eyes were bent, her eyebrows were gentle and generous.

The door opened.

Outside the door is a light and steady face.

He was wearing a white shirt, standing outside, lowering his head slightly, his black hair was shaved cleanly, his nose bridge was high, and his outline was clean.

Hearing the sound, he slowly raised his head.

His eyes fell on Cheng Xuran.

Eyes to undertake.

She is very homely, unlike a superstar who is stunningly beautiful at work, she is just a 25-year-old girl in front of tens of thousands of cameras, shedding all her glory in private.

He was wearing off-white casual clothes, with ball hair, and some washing powder foam on his face, maybe he didn't notice it.

The lining eyes are particularly big and black, very energetic.

"Morning." Song Yanqing greeted her with a clear and melodious voice.

One syllable, lingering in the ears, thinking about it thousands of times.

"Morning." Cheng Xuran tightened her fingers and said briskly.

Cheng Xuran never thought that seven years later, she would still be able to invite Song Yanqing into her home, even though it was not as a friend or lover.

"come in."

Cheng Xuran suppressed the inexplicable astringency and high tide, and turned sideways.

The sunlight in the living room was warm and came in from the outside, and there were fine dust floating up and down in the air.

Song Yanqing hummed, and walked in. The white sneakers stopped at the entrance for a moment.

"No need to change shoes." Cheng Xuran said that she forgot to buy men's slippers and didn't have any at home.

There are two people next to each other at the entrance, the host and the guest.

Cheng Xuran smelled the sweet smell of his shirt.

People are cold and indifferent, but they are three points sweet.

He must have eaten candy again just now.

"Like lemons." Cheng Xuran said unconsciously, but by the time he realized what he said, it was already too late.

Song Yanqing glanced at her with a half-smile, and snapped his fingers in front of Cheng Xuran with his slender fingers. His voice was crisp and clear, with beautiful veins. He walked in first, lazily: "Guess is right."

As he walked sideways, the fabric of his white shirt rubbed Cheng Xure's shoulders. The subtle and inadvertent friction brought a bit of warmth in the morning, like a butterfly stopping briefly to flap its wings.

A touch of lemon fragrance, cold and unorthodox, mixed with the fresh smell of washing powder.

A sudden breath of air passed by.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly thought of that summer, in the small shop of No. [-] Middle School, a young man who had just finished playing basketball and bought a soda, passed her by breathlessly.

The sound of a pull ring being pulled apart.

"Click-"

"Cheng Xuran." A voice rang in front of him, and another snapped his fingers, "What are you in a daze for, didn't you get enough sleep last night?"

Cheng Xuran looked away, and saw a cold and superior face in front of him.

She grabbed his wrist subconsciously, "Enough sleep."

Song Yanqing was also stunned for a moment. The two of them maintained that posture for a few seconds. He hummed, withdrew his hand and dropped it by his side.

The cuffs of the white shirt were folded up twice, revealing a section of Cen Bai's powerful wrist.

Question: "Aren't you afraid?"

If at the beginning, there is a little bit.

But later, there was no dream.

Cheng Xuran's throat choked, and he smiled, his almond eyes slightly curved, always giving people a very sincere feeling, and he would not deceive anyone.

"Thank you for the movie last night."

(End of this chapter)