Xun Lang sat there, unconsciously thinking of that day again in his mind.
After coming out of the police station, I felt the warmth and furry feeling of Tang Yili in my arms. When I tried to dodge the strange beast in his body, my red face and watery eyes...
Make him have some strange impulse.
Moreover, that fire is burning more and more fiercely.
There was no other way. Xun Lang endured it for a while, got up and went back to the shower room, turned the water on and took another shower.
The cold bath in early spring is really testing. After two minutes, Xun Lang's skin felt cold, but when he looked down, it still didn't help.
That beast is fierce and flamboyant, and will not stop until it eats human flesh.
Xun Lang raised his head and let the cold water wash down his face. He was really helpless. He was just recalling that day, but he was still in such a mess.
What's more, that night, he almost stayed up all night and even committed suicide twice before he could calm down the shock caused by Tang Yili's body.
Tang Yili probably came specifically to defeat him.
One look and one swing of his waist ruined the calmness and self-control he had cultivated over the years.
Xun Lang suddenly turned off the shower, put on a bath towel, and simply covered it. After a while, he felt that he had calmed down the urgent and raging desire.
Xun Lang took out his mobile phone from the closet and called Tang Yili.
"Xun Lang."
Xun Lang: "I'll leave tomorrow for Jin City."
"Um."
After he finished explaining, Tang Yili also knew that the purpose of this phone call had been achieved, but the two of them were unexpectedly silent, neither spoke nor hung up.
As time passed quietly, Xun Lang listened to Tang Yili's silent breathing, and the emotions he had just suppressed suddenly overflowed and flooded his heart.
Xun Lang finally couldn't hold himself back and asked her.
"Where are you?"
…
The location is still the same pattern-making classroom as last time.
Tang Yili was originally in the car, editing a message for Xun Lang, preparing to write out the whole journey of her breakup. She tried her best to choose her words carefully, stay calm and restrained, and finally finished writing. When she was about to send it, she found that she had written nearly three thousand
Character.
Three thousand words, no matter what the content is, this volume of text is already humble.
Tang Yili deleted it all in anger.
Finally, I wandered to the patternmaking classroom and received a call from Xun Lang.
He was going to Tianjin City. Before leaving, he made a phone call to inform him politely. Tang Yili really didn't understand why Xun Lang wanted to come to see her.
The two of them had nothing to say on the phone. Wouldn't it be more awkward to meet in person?
Tang Yili sighed inwardly, but still took an illustrated book and sat by the window, reading and waiting.
Not long after, Xun Lang came over, wearing only a black sweatshirt.
"Aren't you cold?" Tang Yili looked at Xun Lang.
Spring has begun outside, and the temperature is not low. In addition, Xun Lang has been soaking in cold water all year round, and has been wearing very little. In fact, he is not cold at all.
But before leaving, Xun Lang didn't want to have any more conflicts with Tang Yili, even if it was just a verbal disagreement, he didn't want to.
Xun Lang followed Tang's instructions and said, "It's a little cold."
Tang Yili put down the book, thought for a moment, took a soft ruler, walked up to Xun Lang and asked him to raise his arm.
Xun Lang did as he was told.
Tang Yili used a ruler to measure Xun Lang's arm length and shoulder width. Finally, she walked around in front of him, leaned forward slightly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and handed the ruler from her left hand to her right hand.
It was as if she was hugging him. During the few seconds that this posture lasted, Xun Lang felt a dull pain in his heart.
He raised his arms and needed to exert great control to prevent himself from dropping his arms and hug her back.
Tang Yili didn't know it, and her fingers accurately measured the distance of an inch and walked across his chest.
Xun Lang let out a long sigh in his heart, as if he could no longer bear the pain, he lowered his arms to hug her.
Tang Yili suddenly let go.
She took a step back and was stunned for a moment. Xun Lang's intention was so obvious that Tang Yili certainly noticed it.
If she had been there before, she would have definitely hugged him and burrowed into his arms full of security.
But now, there are lies there, and it is no longer her haven.
Tang Yili pretended that nothing had happened and said.
"I've finished measuring. You sit next to me and wait."
She took the fabric and hurried into the cutting room. Through a curtain, the sound of a sewing machine could be heard inside.
Xun Lang lowered his hands completely, his heart empty. He turned around and looked out the window. A few black magpies fell on the bare branches, like unlucky flowers.
After all, Tang Yili was a professional. He pulled out a piece of white cotton fabric with quick hands and feet. According to the data, he quickly measured the front and back pieces, cut them, and machine-sewed them. It only took twenty minutes. When Tang Yili walked out of the room,
The fabric has been transformed into a finished T-shirt.
"Try it and wear it under a sweatshirt. It has a layered look and is close to the body and warm."
A temporary fitting room was set up in the corner of the classroom to facilitate students to revise their homework.
Tang Yili opened the curtain and Xun Lang walked in. Before taking off his sweater, he took the clothes made by Tang Yili and looked at them for a long time.
A white T-shirt can be described as ordinary. The only thing that is different from the ones sold in the world is that there is a cloth tag wrapped on the hem of the shirt, which says "Yili Clothing", with white letters on a red background and white words.
On the T-shirt, it is particularly conspicuous.
Xun Lang put it on and walked out from behind the curtain. Tang Yili, who was flipping through a book, looked up from the book with a quiet gaze, slightly surprised.
Needless to say, the size of the T-shirt is appropriate. It only has two arm circumferences. Tang Yili underestimated the strong arm circumference of a swimmer, leaving a little space and making it look a bit tight.
Tang Yili asked: "Do you need to change it again?"
Xun Lang said: "No need, it's already very good."
Tang Yili closed the book, walked over, stood on tiptoes, and half-raised her little face to look. Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, like the only candle in the silent darkness.
She stretched out her hand to smooth the corners of her clothes and looked at it carefully.
Xun Lang didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that a little more wind would blow away the tranquility of this moment.
"It's okay, it's still acceptable."
Tang Yili stepped back and said with a smile, "High-end ready-made clothing produced by Tang Yili, a gift for you, Happy New Year."
The New Year has long passed.
Xun Lang: "Why not a Valentine's Day gift."
Tang Yili smiled faintly: "We can't be lovers, but we can still be friends. I don't want you to have the urge to throw away this dress when you see it in the future."
Xun Lang was shocked: "Tang Yili, what do you mean?"
"I--"
Before she could say anything, Tang Yili was forced one step forward by Xun Lang. This man didn't have an attack because he was too lazy to deal with it, but when he did, it was the pressure on his head.
Tang Yili hurriedly dodged back, only to find that she was trapped by the window sill. As she leaned forward, the protruding edge of the granite hit her waist.
A sharp pain spread throughout his lumbar spine, causing Tang Yili to frown and take a deep breath of cold air.