Chapter 437 (1/2)

It's him!

Twenty minutes later, Yan Shiqi finished washing and came out wearing a white suede robe. His soft hair was wrapped in a bath towel.

Her face was red and delicate with steam. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw the man sitting in the window smoking.

The light in the room is not bright. It's wheat yellow with Jiangnan flavor.

She walked to him with her slippers and poked his shoulder with her fingertips. ”Fourth brother, do you want to wash?”

”Don't worry. What time will you be shooting tomorrow morning?” The man put out the cigarette end in the ashtray, pulled her wrist and pulled her to the knee, stroked her white skin with his thumb, and her eyes were very gentle.

When inkstone seven head of bath towel some heavy, she raised her hand finishing, said: ”seven o'clock, in a B & B Inn, very close to here.”

The man nodded and saw that she had been fiddling with the bath towel on her head, thin lips and shallow hooks, ”blow dry your hair and have a rest earlier.”

”And you?” When yanshiqi pulled down the bath towel, he asked.

He immediately got up, stood in front of her, closed her hair, and printed a kiss on her lips, ”with you.”

Later, Yan Shiqi didn't know how he fell asleep.

The time when the man blew her hair was too warm, or maybe the warm wind made her sleepy. When her hair was blown dry, she already yawned.

She vaguely realized that she was carried back to her bedroom by a man, lying on a soft bed, half asleep and half awake. She heard someone gently say in her ear, ”good, sleep.”

……

At 9:30 p.m., a bed and breakfast in the deep lane on the east side of the water town.

The location of this B & B is very remote, not facing the street or water, at the end of a deep lane with dim street lights.

At the door of the B & B, a man stopped to look at it.

Not long after, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from the deep lane. Mu Yi was staring at the dark night, where the man's figure came slowly.

At night, the temperature in the water area became colder and colder. In the air stained with damp fog, he was wearing a knee length tweed windbreaker, and his clothes swayed around his legs with his steps.