Creation of Dongying Guitan

"However," Qiuhui said, "if you live alone at night, you will be really scared."

"otherwise,"

She suddenly blinked at Gu Xing, "Go to my house and help me strengthen my courage, okay. It only takes one night, and I will be very grateful."

Qiuhui prolonged the last sentence on purpose.

In particular, the word "very grateful" sounds gentle and ecstasy, which inevitably makes people dream about it.

Gu Xing frowned.

Going to a single strange woman's house in the middle of the night, alone and widowed, what is that called.What's more, this woman is obviously not normal.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you, please ask Gao Ming."

Gu Xing bowed and closed the door.

"What's the matter with this woman?"

【I don't know too well, anyway, the aura just now is very ominous, very ominous, stay away from her】

【Well, I'll add her to the blacklist too】

Outside.

Seeing Gu Xing's indifferent expression, Qiu Hui's eyes lit up instead.

She waited at the door for a while, making sure that Gu Xing would not open the door again, and then with curly steps, she knocked on the door of another room that was very close to Gu Xing.

"咚咚-"

The strange thing is that Qiuhui knocked on the door very loudly, but no one could hear it except Jiro Nomura, the owner of the house who was knocked on the door.

Nomura Jiro opened the door sleepily, and saw that it was Qiu Hui who came, and suddenly became refreshed.

He subconsciously looked back into the room, his wife and son were sleeping soundly.

Nomura Jiro lowered his voice:

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

For this beautiful neighbor in front of him, Jiro Nomura has been paying attention to her since the first day she moved into the basement.

When meeting each other in the corridor several times, Nomura Jiro couldn't help but take a few more glances, feeling how could such a beautiful woman live in the same basement as him.

As for Qiuhui's beauty, in the small circle of men in the basement of Nara apartment, it has been fully realized.

consensus.

When almost every man encounters Qiu Hui in the corridor, his heart beats faster, his blood flow quickens, and his eyes keep wandering.

If two men met Qiu Hui in the corridor at the same time, they would definitely have a discussion after Qiu Hui left.

Nomura Jiro had such a conversation with a young man next door——

"Qiu Hui is too beautiful."

"Yeah, I'm afraid the whole book is not as good-looking as the second one. Compared with Qiu Hui, none of the stars on TV can play."

"I heard that Qiu Hui is still single?"

"That's right, I just don't know any man who is so lucky to be able to marry Qiu Hui."

"Haha, it's impossible for me to be a married man. I have to support my wife and children. You, an unmarried young man, still have a chance."

"Oh, it's a pity that I have a girlfriend. We have a very good relationship."

Although the young male neighbor said so, his eyes still kept drifting in the direction of Qiu Hui's departure, as if being pulled away by an invisible rope.

Nomura Jiro is also a man with some experience, and he can tell the other party's duplicity at a glance.

If Qiu Hui is willing to offer an olive branch, this fellow man may not hesitate to dump his current girlfriend and fall under her skirt.

Of course, you can't just laugh at others.

If the object of Qiuhui's olive branch is Nomura Jiro, he probably won't be able to resist it. It is really the charm of this beautiful neighbor who is too deadly.

Hmm... Not only Jiro Nomura, but even the whole book may not be able to withstand a few men.Those who can resist the temptation are either not real men, or have abnormal orientation, or have simply lost that function.Well, that's exactly what makes sense.

"Haha, man,"

Thinking of this, Nomura Jiro said to the young man at that time:

"If you don't try a few women, how will you know which one you really like? Besides, you are facing a top-notch woman like Qiu Hui who is rare in the whole country.

Being able to meet Qiu Hui in this kind of basement, which is comparable to a slum, at such an age of youthful enthusiasm and no need to care about the consequences, is probably a fate that you can only cultivate for a hundred years or a thousand years.

When young people should make a move, they should act boldly. Don't wait until I am my age, with a wife and children, wanting to be romantic, restrained, and full of worries.

Alas, those of us who have gone downhill can only look at the romance of young people. "

"You are quite right."

The young male neighbor nodded approvingly.

Unexpectedly, a few days after this conversation ended, Qiu Hui would knock on the door of Nomura Jiro, a down-and-out middle-aged man, in the dead of night.

How could Nomura Jiro's heart not beat wildly.

"I'm so sorry,"

Qiuhui looked at Nomura Jiro with eyes like autumn waves,

"The ceiling light in my house suddenly broke down just now. Could you please help me to take a look... I know this is too presumptuous, but I really don't know many people in this basement. You are the most intimate person here."

"This……"

Jiro Nomura rolled his eyes.The first thing he thought of was - in the middle of the night, it seemed inappropriate to go to the house of a woman who lived alone to fix the light bulb.and……

He looked back at the house, if his wife woke up in the middle of the night and found that she was not in bed, but ran to the room of a strange and beautiful female neighbor... repairing electrical appliances, I'm afraid it would be difficult to explain.

"If you find it inconvenient,"

Qiu Hui seemed to see Nomura Jiro's concerns, and then said: "You can call your wife together."

"But,"

Nomura Jiro looked into the room again, "My wife is asleep...she is a light sleeper."

Qiuhui smiled.

She approached Nomura Jiro, and the faint fragrance poured into Nomura Jiro's nose one after another.

This breath made him intoxicated, and there was no place in his body that did not become soft due to it.

Qiu Hui said in a very soft voice: "Let's keep our voice down, so we won't disturb your wife——I think that as long as you go out, it will be repaired soon. After repairing, you will come back, okay?"

Keep your voice down—this term really makes people think about it.

The last coquettish voice made people completely unable to think of refusing.

Ahem... What Qiuhui said makes sense.

Went to fix the light bulb and be back soon, my wife slept so soundly that she wouldn't notice.

What's more, Jiro Nomura just went to fix a light bulb for a weak and helpless neighbor, which was perfectly normal.

Even if his wife finds out, he can have a clear conscience and respond freely.

At this time, Nomura Jiro inevitably remembered the conversation he had with the young male neighbor.

So what about being young.When encountering trouble, the first thing Qiu Hui thought of was a mature, energetic, and attractive middle-aged man like him.

"it is good,"

Nomura Jiro nodded, "Neighbors should help each other... Well."

He said this to Qiu Hui, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself.

Jiro Nomura closed the door slowly, and the two walked towards Qiuhui's room with light steps, one in front and one behind.

Qiu Hui's back is graceful and graceful, and her clothes are very thin, so her back is even more charming than her front face.

It really looks like the legendary fox girl... How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world, and how could she be so lucky to knock on his door.

Nomura Jiro's heart was pounding.

He was afraid of being discovered by his wife and the residents of the basement, and he felt the excitement of having an affair under the noses of everyone.

The bulb was fixed quickly.

In fact, it's just the filament that's broken.

Qiu Hui has a brand new light bulb ready at home, and all Jiro Nomura needs to do is step on the stool and replace the good light bulb.

It's that simple.

As long as Qiuhui is willing to step on the bench, she can do it herself.

Nomura Jiro even suspected at a certain moment that Qiu Hui came to him for help late at night, purely to give each other a chance to get close.

In this quiet and dark room, Qiu Hui's flashlight was emitting a dim yellow light, and an ambiguous atmosphere was wandering around. The hormones of the two rubbed each other, and Jiro Nomura felt a little hot.

I can't wait any longer, something will happen if I stay any longer...

"All right,"

He let go of the light bulb with some reluctance, "Try to turn on the light."

"boom--"

Qiuhui didn't turn on the light, but closed the door instead.

"You are..."

Jiro Nomura felt all the blood rushing to his head.

moving.

Qiu Hui turned off the flashlight, and the room was instantly dark.

"Nomura-kun,"

In the darkness, the cold Qiu Hui threw herself into his arms, "I'm so cold, please give me a little warmth, okay?"

Like a flood, the blood broke through Nomura's weak dam.

He became hot all over.