Chapter 22 Sleeping together

In the quiet darkness, Yang Zhi covered his mouth with his hands, and goose bumps all over his body. She stared at the crack in the door-

That was a pair of men's feet.

After a stalemate for half a minute, the black shadow on his feet moved slightly, but did not move away.

At this time, the door handle rang, and someone obviously held it.

Yang Zhi's heart was in his throat. She threw herself out of the table and grabbed the phone that was charging.

Call the police, yes, call the police! Wait, how many calls are there

My mind was blank.

She trembled her hand and opened the call record. The most recent one was a call with Kou Xiang, and she pressed it without hesitation.

It didn't take long before the phone was connected.

"Brother Kou"

When Kou Xiang received the call, he had already fallen asleep. The girl's voice was trembling on the phone, which made him "live" and turn over and sit up, without any sleepiness—

"What's wrong."

"It seems that someone outside my door." Yang Zhi's voice was soft and weak, but he could not help but tremble. He could hear that her emotions were on the verge of collapse: "I'm afraid"

Kou Xiang grabbed his coat and put it on his own, and strode out of the door: "Open hands-free."

Yang Zhi followed what he said, tremblingly pushing away the hands-free button with his fingertips, and then turned the volume to the maximum.

"Who is outside the door?" Kou Xiang's voice came out through the phone receiver, very fierce: "I don't sleep at night, so I'm tired of damn it, are you?"

Yang Zhi held his breath and stared at the shadows of his feet outside the crack of the door. He saw the other party move back and then disappear.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Yang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the hands-free, and lowered his voice and said, "He seems to be leaving."

"Well, then I'll have a hang up first." Kou Xiang reminded her: "Remember, don't open the door and go out to see."

"Oh, okay, thank you Brother Kou." Before Yang Zhi finished speaking, a beeping busy voice was already heard from the phone.

Yang Zhi guessed that he should be sleeping, and she felt very sorry for disturbing her at this night.

Outside the window, the rain seemed to be much heavier, and it was like a person holding a basin and pouring water downstairs.

Yang Zhi turned on all the lights in the room, including the desk lamp.

She sat by the window holding her knees, paying close attention to every move outside the door.

No strange sound came, and Yang Zhi guessed that the man should have left.

About twenty minutes later, the phone rang again—

Kou Xiang's call.

"What's the room number?"

"ah!"

"I'm on the third floor, what's your room number?"

“302.”

Yang Zhi was still a little unbelievable, so he quickly walked to the door on his slippers. Sure enough, he heard familiar footsteps, from far to near.

Bang bang bang, knock on the door.

"Is it you Brother Kou?"

"Open the door."

It's the sound of the bandits.

Yang Zhi quickly opened the door. The man outside the door was only wearing a thin black vest and shorts, and his whole body was soaked. The rain dripped down his hair, and his hair was all hanging on his face. It was as embarrassing as it was.

"Why are you here?"

Yang Zhi couldn't believe it.

Kou Xiang did not go into the house directly, but looked around her neighbors and looked for the traces of the suspicious person.

"You're afraid that you'll be like that, how can you not come?"

This casual remarkable question made Yang Zhi feel a warm feeling. She quickly pulled Kou Xiang into the house and used a towel to wipe his hair: "Do you not even hold an umbrella for such heavy rain?"

Wet like this.

"I drove here."

Yang Zhi knew that he was driving the motorcycle again. It took him forty minutes to send her back last time, but this time he arrived in just twenty minutes. In this kind of thunder and rainy weather, God knows how dangerous it is to him on the road.

Yang Zhi felt scared, but he was also angry and couldn't say a word.

Kou Xiang took the dry towel, wiped his short hair, and looked around her room.

The room is not big, about 20 to 30 square meters, just like the school dormitory, with a wardrobe and a single bed, and there is no extra furniture. Although the house is old, it is cleaned cleanly and tidy.

There were neatly placed on the table with a stack of textbooks and books, and on the balcony opposite, her dress and man's underwear were drying.

He is smart, not without a little bit of defense.

"Are you still afraid?" he turned around and asked her.

Yang Zhi shook his head: "You won't be afraid if you come here."

Kou Xiang said disgustedly: "How can you live in such a place? You're not losing money."

It is indeed very chaotic here. There is no community or property, and the residents are mixed, and the safety is not guaranteed. However, Yang Zhi considers that the rent here is cheap, if a house with a community, the rent will be several times higher.

"Your clothes are wet." Yang Zhi turned around and took out a man's shirt and black pants from the closet: "Switch this."

Kou Xiang took the clothes, and the middle-aged man's style was not of great quality.

"I bought it as a cover," Yang Zhi explained: "Buy it casually."

"If someone else wants to pay attention, what can a few pieces of clothes work for? Just observe more and you will know that there is no man living in the house."

He let out a soft hum in his breath: "Idiot."

Yang Zhi curled his lips. Now she knew that this kind of trick was actually useless. The guy who was eyeing her was probably the neighbor who greeted her on a daily basis.

Kou Xiang no longer blamed her and just said, "I want to take a shower."

Seeing that he was soaked all over, Yang Zhi must have felt uncomfortable, so he took him to the bathroom and took off a pair of men's underwear from the hanger and handed it to Kou Xiang.

Kou Xiang raised his eyebrows and picked up the underwear, and a look of teasing appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"Don't laugh." Yang Zhi pushed him.

Kou Xiang held back his smile and said, "The number is small."

"It's not small." Yang Zhi pulled out his underwear: "It's elastic."

"The crotch is small."

""

She ran to the closet and rummaged through it, and finally found the panties that were larger. When she bought them before, she didn't even look at them, so she bought a few of them, ranging in size.

Kou Xiang took his underwear and closed the door and said, "Remember to buy four corners next time."

Yang Zhi:

Who has the next time with you?

Kou Xiang took off his wet clothes, threw them into the bucket, opened the spray head, and hot water poured out, slapped his wheat-colored skin.

The shampoo and milk shower gel for girls were placed on the shelf, and even the bath flowers were pink.

He looked away, and nothing was used to make a personal belonging. He just flushed it and ended it sloppyly.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stop, Yang Zhi stood by the door and said, "The bath towel is the lotus color, hanging on the second hook."

Kou Xiang's voice came muffled: "Can I use it?"

Yang Zhi paused and said, "You shouldn't have moved none of the things you take a bath in the bathroom."

“What can I use?”

Yang Zhi: ""

After obtaining permission to use all items, Kou Xiang turned on the spray head again, dipped the bath flowers in shower gel to take a fragrant milk bath, and then wiped her body clean with her bath towel, put on a clean shirt, and she was refreshed and comfortable.

He always felt the faint smell of milk on her body, and he sniffed his armpits, as if he had it now.

When Yang Zhi saw him wearing the middle-aged man's shirt, he realized that his style was indeed old-fashioned. However, Kou Xiang's figure with the clothes rack was used to him wearing those hip-hop casual T-shirts, and changing his style from time to time, which made him feel a different feeling.

"Are you hungry?"

“Not hungry.”

Before he finished speaking, his stomach gushed twice, as if protesting.
To be continued...