"It's not that I can't remember, it's that you are completely different now than before." She smiled guiltily. In fact, she really had not forgotten him, but he had always been the image of a big boy with an indifferent appearance and a soft heart in her heart, so
She didn't rely on that boy, a man with a glamorous appearance and a fashionable career, at all.
"You haven't made any progress." He smiled slightly and glanced at her up and down deliberately.
"Why haven't you grown?" She became angry when she heard this and pushed out her plump breasts in dissatisfaction. She was very satisfied with her figure. What kind of eyes did this boy have?
"But how could I recognize you at a glance? According to what you said, it can be seen that you haven't changed at all over the years."
"After all, you're angry because I didn't recognize you." She sat down next to him frustrated, "Well, it's not enough for me to say sorry. I will never do anything like this again. Even if
Even if we haven't seen each other for 70 years, I will definitely recognize you first. I promise."
She raised her right hand to swear, but he slapped it down.
"It hurts." She complained aggrievedly, blowing on her red finger.
"Seventy years? You can imagine that." He didn't want to let her run away again. The last concession had already caused him seven years of torture. How could he allow himself to make another mistake?
"I'm just a metaphor." She pushed him, but was startled by the temperature of his bare chest, "Aren't you cold? Why don't you quickly put on your clothes?"
"Why, I'm always like this at home." He refused lazily.
"You're stupid! It's winter now! At home? Ah, by the way." She slapped her forehead, "I'm here to talk to you, and I have to call my aunt. Why did you just take it away from me?
Phone! Really." She stood up and wanted to find the phone.
"No need to fight." He pulled her to sit down again.
"Why? The address is wrong. I have to ask my aunt for the correct address."
"The address is correct." He rolled his neck leisurely.
"Huh?" She didn't understand what he meant.
"This is where you came from." He further explained.
"But it's you who lives here." She was still confused.
"That's right, so from now on I will be your roommate, you have to take good care of me." He smiled happily, showing his white teeth.
"What!?" Her voice couldn't help rising.
"Are you surprised?" He lowered his head and smiled at her.
"But, is it really convenient for me to live here? Didn't your girlfriend misunderstand it like this morning?" She could not forget the ambiguous appearance of the woman's disheveled clothes.
"She is not my girlfriend." He stretched out his legs and rested them on the soft stool, his expression unchanged at all.
"Isn't your girlfriend going to spend the night at your house? Stop joking." She was not a fool, and she didn't like his cynical appearance.
"It's just a staycation, nothing like what you think." He liked to see her cute and slightly sullen look.
"I'm not thinking of anything! Even though I'm not smart, I can still see how you two have something to do with each other." She was slightly annoyed for a moment.
"Aren't you jealous?" He deliberately approached her charming face.