moonlight lure

She longs for someone who loves her unconditionally and passionately, and who has everlasting love for her to greedily claim. He doesn't mind her contradictory greed and cowardice, nor does he care whether he can get the same response. His existence should be able to replace the light of the sun in her world, because the sun will never tire, let alone leave.

This is the love she wants.

This could be a disaster for the uninformed person.

Song Shiwei slowly sat up, her narrow black eyes covered with gloomy fog.

She stood up and walked towards the door with her head lowered. The moment the door rang, the lights in the corridor suddenly turned on. She lowered her eyes and looked at the takeout bag placed in the middle of the open space in front of the door. When she was about to lean over, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of the corridor.

She was startled in her heart and raised her eyes to look over.

He squatted against the corner, looking up at her quietly, like an abandoned large dog, stubbornly waiting for his owner to take him home.

The night was dark outside the window, the moonlight was bright, and the corridor was so quiet that one could even vaguely hear the laughter from the variety show coming from the next room.

Song Shiwei looked at the person in front of her for a long time with a complicated expression, and her fingers on the door handle were clenched tightly.

Reason and sensibility were surging and fighting in her body, and her blood was catalyzed by the two evenly matched forces. The blood heated up rapidly and formed an indestructible network. The pressure was tied to her heart, forcing her to make a final decision at this moment.

Finally, she silently let go of her hand, leaned down to pick up the takeaway from the floor, and walked back into the house without closing the door.

The air behind him was quiet for a moment, and then the sounds of getting up and footsteps were heard. Finally, the door was gently closed, and the door lock clicked softly, as if to indicate that the relationship between the two people in the house was completely bound from this moment on. Together.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and bent down to take out the tableware from the cupboard, her knuckles on the edge of the bowl turning slightly white uneasily.

She knew that leaving this door open meant that she tacitly agreed to continue this ambiguous relationship, and that she was aware of his excessive emotions and was willing to accept and bear the consequences. From now on, she could no longer go back on her word and retreat at will.

The long-tangled worries were finally settled, but she couldn't feel relaxed at this moment.

Although her dilemma was resolved, her problem remained unresolved. Just like knowing that there is a time bomb, this relationship has just begun and is already full of hidden dangers.

She opened the lunch box in silence, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of him standing at the table, looking like a well-trained family dog ​​who dared not sit down without her order.

Her originally depressed mood was inexplicably funny for a moment. Just when she was about to ask him to wash his hands, the doorbell and knock on the door outside the living room suddenly rang at the same time.

This is Yao Jiajia's unique way of calling the door. Song Shiwei clutched the tableware for a moment, subconsciously feeling a little nervous: "My friend is here, you... you should hide for a while."

Ji Yanchen didn't want to hide, but now he could only cooperate: "Where to hide?"

She looked around and calculated quickly in her head. The master bedroom was too private for him to enter, and the second bedroom was too close to the door and easy to expose. After thinking about it, she gestured to the outside of the living room: "The balcony."

He glanced in the direction she pointed but said nothing. Song Shiwei thought he was unwilling, Qing Leng's face showed displeasure, and she pushed him over without any explanation, closed the door, and drew the curtains tightly.

After making sure that there were no flaws in the room, Song Shiwei walked over and opened the door. Lawyer Yao was obviously angry at the company today. After entering the door, she sat cross-legged on the sofa and started to complain madly. She cursed everyone from her colleagues to her boss to her clients for half an hour. During this period, she drank two bottles from her boss’s car. PANNA took advantage of her, and finally imagined the empty bottle as the opponent's dog head and crushed it with one hand: "Capitalist, ugh!!"

"........."

Song Shiwei listened carefully with a condensed face, and glanced absently in the direction of the balcony.

The outdoor temperature was 36 degrees, and the air conditioner was buzzing. She was vaguely worried that the people outside were so quiet that they might have heatstroke. She regretted not leaving a crack in the door for him just now, if he died in her house. Can she explain clearly that the police came on the balcony?

While she was thinking wildly, Yao Jiajia's anger was almost gone.

She raised her head and drank the water from the bottom of the bottle. Just as she was about to throw the bottle out, she suddenly became alert and pricked up her ears: "What's the sound?"

Song Shiwei straightened her back nervously: "...what is that sound?"

Yao Jiajia listened quietly for a few seconds: "There is someone on the balcony." Song Shiwei: "!!!"

"It's not a thief, is it?"

Yao Jiajia looked solemn, bent over and pulled out an anti-wolf electric baton from her bag, and at the same time motioned to the person next to her to enter the kitchen: "Go get the knife."

Song Shiwei: "..."

She said bravely: "Well, I went to the balcony when I came back just now, and there was no one there."

"Tsk, maybe it's the gangster who just came over from the corridor."

Yao Jiajia lowered her voice cautiously. She was still in the mood to talk at this time, "Maybe he is the lover of Lao Wang's wife next door."

Song Shiwei pursed her lips silently and suggested: "I'll take a look first. You go to the door. If the situation goes wrong, go out and call the police for help."

Yao Jiajia thought for a while. After all, she had some skills and ordinary low-quality men were no match for her. She nodded solemnly: "Alright."

The two acted separately.

Song Shiwei slowly approached the balcony with an electric baton in hand. After confirming through the glass that Yao Jiajia could not see inside, she opened the door a crack and stuck her head out to look at the man in the corner.

His face looked foul, and he squatted depressedly in front of the flowers and plants she planted. His exposed arm was bitten with large red and swollen bumps by mosquitoes. His other hand was scratching the back of his neck irritably, and it was obvious that he was also bitten badly.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Song Shiwei blamed herself and wanted to laugh.

Ji Yanchen saw that there was a faint smile on her lips, and her expression became even more unhappy. He asked depressedly in a very low voice: "When will she leave?"

Song Shiwei deliberately ignored him, closed the door and turned towards the foyer: "No one was there, the wind blew the flowers down."

Yao Jiajia felt relieved and yawned after taking back the electric baton. Song Shiwei handed her her bag and guided her to the shoe cabinet: "Are you still going to work tomorrow?"

"I'm going to meet the client tomorrow morning."

Yao Jiajia subconsciously took her bag and was led by her to put on her shoes. She said in a daze, "Then I'll go back first."

Song Shiwei nodded: "Okay, go to bed early."

It wasn't until she was sent out and stepped into the elevator that Yao Jiajia slowly came back to her senses in a daze.

She hadn't finished complaining, so why did she come out inexplicably?

Over there, Song Shiwei closed the door and finally released the tortured person on the balcony.

He walked out of the balcony with his head lowered, his expression not as resentful and depressed as before, but rather unnaturally embarrassed.

Song Shiwei looked at his profile in confusion for a few seconds and found that his figure was not as straight as usual, as if he deliberately lowered his shoulders and neck to avoid something.

Driven by curiosity, she subconsciously raised her head and looked over the balcony. The moment her eyes were fixed, her pupils turned to stone.

On a clothes drying pole that is more suitable for women's height, a pair of white lace underwear with thin fabric, transparent material and ties on both sides flutters in the wind in the summer night.

At the same time, she also vaguely remembered that when she violently pushed him into the balcony just now, something seemed to hit him in the face. At that time, his body stiffened for a moment, and he turned away to hide, but in her desperation, she took it as resistance and impatiently kicked him in the leg, forcing him in.

...let her die! ! !