my sister is bismarck

Years have passed, and memories have faded.

But even so, the memory is still fresh in memory.

Yixian nodded lightly: "Yes, in a blink of an eye, you are so tall now. Time is really a butcher's knife... Puff!"

At the end, she covered her mouth and chuckled.

Did you say that about me?

Zhou Ming showed helplessness, a little dumbfounded.

He stared at the smiling cheongsam beauty in front of him, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Sensing Zhou Ming's strangeness, Yixian also stopped, his smile disappeared, and he tilted his head to look at Zhou Ming curiously: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Ming shook his head lightly, seeing the figure of Yixian in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, and seemed to muster up the courage to extend his right hand to Yixian: "Sister, it's too dark at night, I'm a little scared, can you hold me Where is my hand?"

Yixian was startled.

Under the light, the black-haired beauty in cheongsam stared at Zhou Ming's outstretched palm, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc, and there seemed to be waves of light flowing in her eyes: "Okay."

She gently placed her palm on Zhou Ming's outstretched right hand.

"Don't let go!"

Zhou Ming chuckled, "Of course."

A drop of liquid suddenly fell and hit his face.

He was slightly taken aback, then raised his head subconsciously to look at the night sky without a single star, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart: "No way..."

As if some kind of switch was turned on, raindrops fell from the sky and turned into heavy rain in a few seconds.

Not caring about looking at the night sky, Zhou Ming hurriedly pulled Yixian into a run: "Run, it's raining!"

The heavy rain poured down, and the continuous raindrops slapped everything outside the window, and a unique performance that didn't know when to stop kicked off.

Standing by the window, Z46 stared out the window as the rain slid down the window.

She bit her cherry lips lightly, her eyes full of worry: "Mr. Manjiu will be all right?"

Sitting on the sofa, Bismarck, who rarely played games, looked away from the window: "Don't worry, Zhou Ming will be fine."

Z46 looked out the window and didn't speak.

Bismarck took out his mobile phone and called Zhou Ming.

It took a long time for the call to be connected, and Zhou Ming's panting voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Sister, what's the matter?"

Bismarck hesitated for a moment: "...are you alright?"

"No, I just found a place to shelter from the rain, but my clothes are soaked."

"I see," Bismarck thought for a moment, "Then are you coming back tonight?"

"..."

Zhou Ming fell into a long silence, and finally he replied: "If the rain stops sooner, I should be able to come back."

"Well. Be careful."

After giving some instructions, Bismarck hung up the phone.

She turned her head to look at Z46 who was looking at her at some point, with a calm expression: "Did you hear that just now?" In the spacious living room, a soft and comfortable sofa is placed in the center, and an LCD TV is hung on the wall opposite to the sofa. , a few flowers quietly bloomed on the long glass table.

At the end of the aisle in the living room is a closed door, which should be Yixian's bedroom.

Outside the window, heavy rain poured down, raindrops the size of bean beads fell continuously, colliding with the icy ground and smashing to pieces.

The ground has long been soaked, and there are puddles of various sizes.

Zhou Ming looked away from the window, sighed and put the phone aside.

He didn't sit down - the clothes on his body were already wet by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, when the heavy rain just started, he and Yixian happened to be not far from Yixian's residence.

Yixian came out of the bathroom, holding a white bathrobe in his hands.

The wet cheongsam clings to her body, outlining her graceful figure.

Zhou Ming didn't dare to look any further, so he quickly looked away.

Yixian walked up to Zhou Ming and handed him the bathrobe: "The hot water has been placed for you, you can wear this later, I just bought it today."

Just bought it?

Zhou Ming was taken aback for a moment, a little puzzled.

If it wasn't for the rain, he would have helped the proprietress carry her things back to the dormitory.

So why are you still buying this thing?

Yixian chuckled lightly, and changed the topic: "Go take a bath, or you'll be sick if you catch a cold!"

"Oh well."

Zhou Ming, who didn't get an answer, was slightly disappointed, took the bathrobe and walked towards the bathroom.

After Yixian watched Zhou Ming walk into the bathroom, the smile on his face faded.

She turned her head to look out the window at the heavy rain that didn't know when it stopped, and the beating heart in her chest accelerated a bit.

Although I really planned to take advantage of this evening to do something, I never thought that even the heavens would help me this time!

"This opportunity must not be missed!"

Yat-sen encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart.

She suddenly noticed the drenched cheongsam on her body, and a blush stained her cheeks.

She wanted to go back to the bedroom and change into a new set of clothes, but she fell into hesitation when she heard the sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Yixian patted his warm face lightly, walked to the sofa and sat down silently, took a deep breath: "Calm down, calm down..."

The night is still long, if you are excited now, it is very likely that the bamboo basket will be empty!

Time slipped away quietly while Yixian waited patiently, the door of the bathroom was gently pushed open, which made her subconsciously stand up from the sofa.

Zhou Ming wiped his hair with a towel and came out of the bathroom. After noticing Yixian in front of the sofa, he asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong with the lady boss?"

"No, it's nothing..." Yixian shook his head, and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower first!"

"Oh……"

Zhou Ming was confused by Yixian's actions, and shook his head helplessly.

After drying his hair, he walked to the sofa and sat down, and picked up the mobile phone he had put aside before.

Eight sixteen.

Zhou Ming raised his head and glanced out the window, frowning slightly.

The heavy rain outside the window was still falling and showed no sign of stopping.

He sighed softly: "It seems that I won't be able to go back to the dormitory today..."

"That is to say," Zhou Ming suddenly realized a problem before him, "I, am I going to spend the night in the boss's dormitory today?!"

It would be great if the proprietress had prepared an extra set of quilts - he could spend the night on the sofa.

But if the proprietress forgets...

Zhou Ming's throat moved, and he suppressed his imagination: "No, according to the proprietress' personality, she must be ready!"

Even though he comforted himself, he didn't have any confidence in his heart - he just called the proprietress in the morning to invite her to live in the dormitory.

Therefore, there is a great possibility that the proprietress did not prepare a second set of quilts...

If this possibility really arises, where should he sleep tonight?

Zhou Ming muttered, "It's impossible to sleep with the proprietress, right?"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the bathroom: "Ah!"

His thoughts were interrupted, Zhou Ming stood up subconsciously, and looked towards the bathroom: "What's the matter, what happened to the proprietress?"

"Well, there was a little accident..." Yixian said with a bit of shyness, "Commander, can you help me hand me the bath towel hanging on the wall outside the door?"

"...?"

Zhou Ming was startled, can this be forgotten?

Shaking his head helplessly, he walked outside the bathroom door, took off the only bath towel hanging on the wall, and knocked on the door lightly: "Miss Boss, please open the door a little bit."

The door of the bathroom was opened a crack, thick and hot mist overflowed along the crack of the door, and a white jade-like arm with dripping water stretched out: "Thank you."

After handing the bath towel to Yixian, Zhou Ming hesitated and asked, "Well, lady boss, do you have any extra quilts here?"

After a moment of silence, Yixian's voice came from the bathroom: "...No. No one usually comes to my place, let alone stay here overnight, so I didn't prepare a second set of quilts."

Zhou Ming subconsciously apologized: "Sorry..."

"It's none of the Commander's business." Yixian paused, and asked what he was most concerned about, "What is the Commander going to do tonight?"

"This..." Zhou Ming hesitated for a moment, "I'll make it up on the sofa."

Anyway, it's just one night, so it doesn't matter.

Although it's colder...

The door of the bathroom was gently opened, and with the mist and fragrance coming out, a woman wrapped in a bath towel appeared in Zhou Ming's sight.

Yixian wiped his wet long black hair with a towel in both hands, a drop of water dripped from the tip of his hair onto his delicate fragrant shoulders, and walked towards him with his slender white legs.

Water hibiscus.

Walking in front of Zhou Ming, Yixian looked at the former who suddenly became a little nervous, with an inexplicable light shining in his red eyes: "But if you sleep on the sofa, it will be very cold. If the commander catches a cold, I will Sorry."

The movement of wiping her hair stopped, she leaned close to Zhou Ming's ear, and hit his ear with a gentle but charming breath: "Actually, my bed is quite big - tonight, there are only the two of us here. Personally, don't worry about other people disturbing you."

After a pause, she said word by word, "I won't resist."

Hearing these tempting words that seemed to come from the devil, Zhou Ming's throat couldn't help but move, and the beating speed of his heart accelerated a little uncontrollably.

The rain finally stopped.

Crystal dewdrops slipped from the overwhelmed leaves, dripped on a puddle accumulated on the road, and blended with the puddle silently.

Suddenly, the breeze blows, the leaves move with the wind, and the dewdrops that condense on the leaves fall one after another.

When it falls on the ground, it gathers into small streams and flows to the nearest puddle.

The black leather shoes stepped on the puddle, and when it was lifted up, the puddle had already formed circles and ripples.

But before he calmed down, another pair of high heels added to the confusion.

Zhou Ming carried a small suitcase and walked along the road paved with tiles.

A cheerful and light tune came from behind.

He glanced at it indistinctly.

The beauty in the white cheongsam smiled softly, with her hands behind her back, humming a song that Zhou Ming had never heard before, and followed behind him unhurriedly.

Zhou Ming hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to Yixian: "...it's really nice, what's the name of this song?"

The tune stopped abruptly, and Yixian looked at the back of the commander in front of him with a smile: "There is no name. It was taught to me by a friend I met when I was traveling a long time ago. Do you want to learn, Commander?"

Zhou Ming, who was quite self-aware of himself, shook his head: "I'll let it go."

Singing or something is not suitable for him.

Yixian didn't seem to give up, and walked quickly to Zhou Ming's side: "It's actually very simple, just learn it a bit."

Zhou Ming still shook his head.

Seeing Zhou Ming's firm expression, Yixian also had to shake his head regretfully: "That's really a pity."

She quietly looked around, and lowered her voice after confirming that there was no one there: "Compared to humming, I actually think my moan~groan~ sounds better, what do you think?"

Her pretty face blushed a little because of this sentence.

"?!"

Zhou Ming was caught off guard by Yixian's sudden words, and he could even feel the heat on his face.