Qin Yin Shu nodded and stood up to continue packing up.
Nie He Feng looked to be in good spirits. When they arrived at the car park, he placed the suitcase in the back of the car and smiled to Qin Yin Shu. "I'll drive this time."
"Hmph, trying to be brave, immature." Qin Yin Shu stuck out her tongue and laughed at him.
From time to time, there would be young students walking around. They might be in their groups, or perhaps they were a couple with arms around each other's shoulders, or perhaps they were just a person carrying a book. Qin Yin Shu could not help but look forward to it and praise: "It's so good to be young."
Nie He Feng slowed down her speed and drove through the road. Unknowingly, he played a song: "Let's go, shake your head, at this intersection where the night is as cool as water, the singing youth is no longer in the wind. You are still reminiscing about that era of white clothes floating in the wind …"
It was Ye Bei's《 The Era of White Clothes floating in the wind》. Listening to her, Qin Yin Shu's heart started to fill up even more.
"We're here." Nie He Feng parked the car and said softly to Qin Yin Shu.
Nie He Feng lived on the twelfth floor. This was the first time Qin Yin Shu entered a man's residence alone, but for some reason, she became a little nervous.
Nie He Feng opened the door and said with a slight raise of her eyebrows, "Please come in."
After changing into slippers on the shoe rack at the entrance, he passed through a two meter long garden and entered Nie He Feng's apartment.
It was a very simple room. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was a milky-white glass wine mixing table with all sorts of glasses and wine on it. Inside, there was a dark blue sofa, bookshelves, and a dark blue round table.
Further up ahead was a glass sliding door. The inside of the door was made into a large balcony that was about ten square meters wide. There was a deck chair and a few books on a small table.
After Nie He Feng shut the door, she smiled and said: "Take a seat."
Qin Yin Shu nodded awkwardly and sat down on the sofa.
Nie He Feng put down her luggage, went to make a cup of coffee and passed it to her, with gentleness in her eyes: "Taste it."
Qin Yin Shu took a whiff, and the aroma filled the air. She couldn't bear to drink the smell of it that was turning things over and over in her hands.
Nie He Feng stared at her in a daze.
Qin Yin Shu blushed and replied, "What are you looking at? Do I have rice grains on my face that I didn't wipe away? "
Nie He Feng was startled for a moment, then slowly shook her head: "No."
There was a deep sense of loneliness in his eyes. These cute little movements were actually the same.
Qin Yin Shu deliberately took a sip, stuck her tongue out and said: "It's really fragrant, but too bad I don't have the blessings to drink it, it's too fragrant." After saying that, he took another big gulp.
Nie He Feng finally could not stand it anymore: "Miss Qin, are you drinking like a cow?"
"It's none of your business, I'm not very familiar with you." Qin Yin Shu pouted, looking extremely proud.
The deep loneliness in Nie He Feng's eyes was slowly swept away and she smiled as she asked, "Do you want to go to my bedroom?"
What would I do if he wanted to kiss me or something?
She was seriously considering this question.
"You're so nervous. Have you never seen a man's bedroom before?" Nie He Feng lightly shook his hair, his jet black jade-like hair shone with a faint luster.
Qin Yin Shu's competitive spirit rose. She put down her coffee cup and raised her head confidently: "How could that be, I've been playing in the neighboring house since I was three years old."
"A two-year-old boy has a bedroom? "Is that the nursery?" Nie He Feng's face carried a forgiving smile as he led her to push open the door and enter.
Sunrise's bedroom, about thirty square meters, was covered with a navy carpet, a large blue bed, a cot, a wall-mounted TV, a computer, a desk, and a closet. The window was European and elegant, with two rattan chairs and a rattan table with a laptop on top.
Everything was put in order neatly. Qin Yin Shu thought of the quilt that would never fold on her bed and felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in.
Nie He Feng held Qin Yin Shu's hand and walked to the balcony. She pressed her down onto the vine chair and sat down, then said indifferently: "Close your eyes and enjoy the sunlight."
Qin Yin Shu bit her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, then leaned her head against the vine chair and closed her eyes, allowing the sunlight to shine through.
With a nervous and uneasy mood, he enjoyed the comfortable sunlight. After an unknown period of time, Qin Yin Shu's eyelids were actually drooping as he fell into a deep sleep …
She slept soundly. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was lying on a soft bed. She was covered in a sky blue blanket, and her body was very lazy and comfortable.
"Where is this place?" She rubbed her eyes in confusion. Turning around, she found that her body was … There was actually a man!
Nie He Feng was leaning on the small bed beside the big bed, holding onto a book, she focused on reading.
Qin Yin Shu looked down at her clothes, it was undamaged, and carefully looked at Nie He Feng a few more times. She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but was hesitant to speak them out.
Nie He Feng had already seen her, so she closed the book and asked very naturally: "You're awake? Get up and wash up for lunch. "
"Did you bring me to bed?" Qin Yin Shu asked softly, her voice softer than a mosquito's.
"Yes." Nie He Feng gave her a dazzling smile.
"Did anything happen to us?" After asking this question, Qin Yin Shu regretted it immediately.
Nie He Feng passed the slippers to her and smiled: "If anything happens to you, you can tell me in advance next time."
"I'm sorry, I fell asleep somehow." Hearing Nie He Feng's words, she relaxed.
But at the same time, she was also a bit depressed. She heard from her mother that her mouth would be wide open when she slept. Wouldn't that be very ugly? If Nie He Feng saw it, wouldn't she lose a lot of face?