"Wha... what?" Jiang Su began to stutter involuntarily, and the four sinful words "promise yourself" suddenly popped into his mind.
Yan Anqing pursed her lips and smiled, with a calm expression: "I'm thinking, should I call you Jiang Su? Or should I call you Su Shen?"
Jiang Su was stunned.
Su Shen is what fans at Station B call him.
Then he realized with hindsight - yes, he had already exposed his vest by running over so desperately...
Although Yan Anqing has known it for a long time, but...
Self-revealing is the stupidest thing!
Seeing a trace of annoyance flash across Jiang Su's face, Yan Anqing snickered: "Did you know? I am your loyal fan! From your drawing book..."
"Stop, stop, stop talking, stop talking."
A dignified old man in Jiangsu was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in!
"It's really getting late, I really need to go!"
Jiang Su just wanted to escape from this shameful and charming place as soon as possible.
"Ahem, you think you can get out of this house."
Yan Anqing had a cunning look on his face and raised his eyebrows in gloating.
"What...what do you mean?"
"In order to ensure my personal safety, my parents set the access control time remotely. As long as it is after ten o'clock in the evening, the highest level access control system is activated. I can neither go out nor others can come in. Now - it is already half past ten. .”
Yan Anqing explained and shrugged, "Of course, the policeman can definitely unlock the door through various methods, so if you want to go out now, there are only two ways: first, call the police and let the policeman save you. Secondly, give My parents called and asked them to remotely cancel the access control and let you out."
Jiang Su:......
It was outrageous, it was outrageous. Did he and Yan Anqing have to spend one night together?
"Didn't you say that your parents will be back tomorrow?"
"Yes, I'll be back at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."
Jiang Su was startled. He had obviously done nothing wrong, but he became inexplicably nervous when he heard that his parents were coming back: "Then I can't stay here!"
"You can leave before seven o'clock."
"...It seems right."
Jiang Su sat down again and thought carefully. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that something was not right.
Yan Anqing sat down next to Jiang Su, looking sideways at him with soft eyes: "Jiang Su, I have a question for you."
"What's the problem?" Jiang Su can't think clearly at the moment...
"Do you like me?"
"Ah? What? How..."
"You don't have to rush to answer."
Yan Anqing was still smiling, tilting his head, his eyes twinkling: "Let me ask you another question, do you know that I like you?"
Jiang Su looked at her bright and moving eyes, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Yan Anqing understood in her heart, she smiled, lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and said softly: "Sure enough, you know that I like you, and you have also known for a long time that I know that you are the painting master Su."
There was a sense of calmness and a sense of sadness in his tone.
"So, whether it's Jiang Su in real life or Su on the Internet, we have deliberately kept a certain distance from each other... Don't rush to deny it, I... can all feel it."
Yan Anqing raised his head and looked at Jiang Su seriously, "I can feel it whether you like me or not. I know it in my heart."
Jiang Su pursed his lips and felt as if his chest was stuffed with cotton, unable to say anything.
"But." Yan Anqing suddenly laughed again, even though her smile made Jiang Su feel deeply distressed.
"Your timely appearance at the comic show and your desperate appearance tonight made me feel... I don't regret liking you."
Yan Anqing's eyes are pure and sincere.
Jiang Su was moved.
"It's just a pity...my parents will come back tomorrow to pick me up." Yan Anqing's eyes dimmed.
Jiang Su finally had the ability to think: "Where are you going?"
"Go abroad."
Yan Anqing paused, "My parents knew about this, and also knew that I have always liked makeup and dancing. Maybe it was because they were busy with business all year round and felt they owed me something, so they decided to take me abroad. Art school allowed me to do what I love.”
Jiang Su was silent and looked at Yan Anqing steadily.
Tomorrow, she will leave.
When Yan Anqing said that she was going to study at an art college abroad, Jiang Su was not surprised at all, and even felt that "indeed, this result is the most suitable for her personality."
A well-known uploader with hundreds of thousands of fans, a high school student who loves Hanfu, Lolita and cosplay, and a young rich woman who lives alone in a mansion worth tens of millions.
The parents have strong financial resources and are in debt to their daughter because they are busy with business all year round, so they do their best to compensate her daughter materially.
After her daughter encountered online violence, she quickly took action to suppress the online violence and sent her daughter to study at a foreign art academy.
Sure enough, there is nothing worthy of scrutiny in any aspect.
"So, today is your last night here?" Jiang Su calmly accepted this fact.
"Yeah, yes." Yan Anqing nodded, "My father will send someone to arrange the transfer, so I don't need to show up."
"Um."
Jiang Su responded.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into oppressive silence.
Jiang Su felt mixed emotions. Just...one second she was confessed, and the next second she told herself that she was leaving.
He didn't know how he felt.
Are you a little disappointed? Or maybe a little confused?
"Jiang Su."
"Um?"
Yan Anqing suddenly called him.
"I want to hug you."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Jiang Su agreed or refused, Yan Anqing turned around and hugged him.
Very tight.
It was as if her whole body wanted to be embedded in his body.
Her little hands grasped his back, her thighs were touching his thighs, one foot was intertwined with his, and her whole body was tightly clinging to his.
For a moment, Jiang Su's mind went blank.
Then, the body reacts before the consciousness.
The first is the close touch on her chest, warm and soft, and you can even feel her shape and size.
This tenderness was wrapped in strong fireworks, as if it was going to burn a hole in his chest.
Yan Anqing's arms hugged him very tightly, even so tight that he felt a little painful.
Jiang Su had hugged Gu Ruirui like this before, but it was a delicate and gentle hug, while Yan Anqing gave him a hot and scalding impact.
Jiang Su felt a rush of blood rushing to his brain. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, wanting to hug the girl in his arms.
The two palms originally landed lightly on the girl's back, but the moment they touched her body, they held her tightly in his arms violently and tightly, as if they had knocked open some mechanism.
Petite, delicate, smooth, gentle.
Jiang Su's chin rested on Yan Anqing's head. Yan Anqing tilted her head and leaned against his neck, blowing gently on his Adam's apple.
A kind of emotion spread in his body like ants gnawing at him, and Jiang Su couldn't explain how he felt now.
My heart was itching to the core, but my blood was beating with a dull pain.
