Insomnia

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Wen Qingying held the glass vase and did not reply immediately after reading the message. She only pursed her lips lightly.

Tao Ling looked closely at his expression and noticed something, then typed: It's okay. When you are ready, go to my house first. Do you want to watch a movie?

When he was writing the last sentence, his mind was not in it. After finishing it, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He immediately clicked to withdraw, but Wen Qingying had already seen it and responded: What are you looking at?

Tao Ling smiled: What do you want to see?

What do you like to watch, sir? Wen Qingying asked.

Tao Ling felt a little disappointed and replied: I only watched half of Wuthering Heights before. Come watch this with me.

Wen Qingying nodded, and the two of them got into the elevator and went upstairs together.

On the sofa, Tao Ling leaned in Wen Qingying's arms. Wen Qingying put her arms around his shoulders and watched a movie together.

This person was right next to him, but Tao Ling suddenly felt that he was far away. After pondering for a long time, although he was still staring at the screen, his spirit seemed to be divided into two halves. Half of them were guessing how Wen Qingying felt in the silent world, and the other half were a very unfamiliar emotion upon closer inspection.

It's a grievance.

He really wanted to ask Wen Qingying why he couldn't go to his house, but it wasn't his character, so he couldn't even ask.

Halfway through the movie, Wen Qingying seemed to notice his absent-mindedness, moved slightly away, and looked down at him.

Tao Lingjue noticed his gaze, but did not turn around to look at him.

After a long moment of silence, Wen Qingying raised her hand to gently kiss his face. Tao Ling had no choice but to raise his eyes. They looked at each other and kissed each other again. Finally, their lips parted. Tao Ling sat back a little and leaned on the back of the sofa.

The phone vibrated and Wen Qingying said, Sir, can I invite you to my home?

Tao Ling turned his head and saw the clean smile on his face. He couldn't hold it back for a while, so he leaned over and licked his fangs, then immediately got off the sofa and entered the bathroom.

When Tao Ling came out, the two went out again.

Wen Qingying took Tao Ling through the small intersection next to the community, turned around, almost bypassed the entire community, and finally returned to the intersection of the flower shop street.

Tao Ling was a little confused at first, and became more and more surprised as he walked. It wasn't until he passed the intersection and walked to the right that he finally confirmed his thoughts. He wanted to laugh a little, lowered his head and typed: So it's not just a ride, you always take me home?

Wen Qingying blinked after reading this and nodded after a long while.

The waves in his heart surged again, and before Tao Ling could calm down his emotions, the two of them had already entered the community.

Wen Qingying lived on the sixth floor, with two bedrooms and one living room. It was much smaller than Tao Ling's place, but it was very clean and tidy. Only the many books on the table were slightly messy. There was a note sandwiched between them.

It seems to be reading several books at the same time.

As soon as the door closed, Wen Qingying immediately went over to collect the books, but Tao Ling had already seen the general situation.

He basically had those books, and several of them had Tai Chi pictures on the cover. Tao Ling was extremely familiar with them. They were Taoist classics series published by Zhonghua Book Company. In addition, there are books on religious empiricism and shamanic spiritual research, all of which Tao Ling introduced in class.

There was a stack of printed things next to it. Tao Ling took two steps closer and found that it was the courseware he had copied to Wen Qingying some time ago.

Tao Ling turned around and suddenly saw another book beside the sofa. The first few words of the title were Trauma Treatment.

Before he could see it clearly, Wen Qingying turned around with the book in her arms and finally found this book behind her. She immediately stretched out her long arms to grab it. Without even having time to look at Tao Ling, she immediately moved it into a pile in front of her and carried it in. bedroom.

Tao Ling stood in the middle of the living room. After a while, Wen Qingying came out, pulled him to sit down, and then took the cup on the table into the kitchen.

The kitchen space is not big, and Wen Qingying is tall, so standing in it always seems a little uncomfortable.

He was holding a kettle and was collecting water when Tao Ling suddenly came from behind him, hugged his waist tightly, rested his chin on his shoulder, and his breath brushed past his ear.

Wen Qingying, Tao Ling said, I love you.

Wen Qingying was startled suddenly, and the kettle in her hand fell down with a loud bang.

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