Requiem Chapter 21 Passionate naked chat? (2)
Every effect has its cause! Yin Hui thought, it seems I still need to sort out the whole thing from beginning to end. I went to work and became her colleague. I needed to rent a house and she also needed to rent a house, so we rented together, she paid half and I paid half. No, this is totally unrelated. She cleaned the room and decorated it, I cooked dinner and she washed the dishes, she changed my shampoo, she urged me to brush my teeth twice a day, she asked me to wash clothes and change socks frequently, she seemed to be the same good to me from the beginning to now, without any change at all.
Did she fall in love with me when she first met me? How is this possible? This is absolutely impossible! Yes, she doesn't love me. She served me tea and water because she is helpful; she listened to my complaints because she is approachable; she asked me about my well-being because she cared about me. Yes, she just cared about me. But why did she care about me so much? Because... I am her friend?
But...but why is she crying?
Yin Hui: "Tell me quickly, what is going on?"
Conan Doyle: "If you don't love her, why do you care so much about why she does that to you?"
Yin Hui: …
At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and a tall girl tiptoed into the room like a thief. It was none other than Tang Yan, who had cried last night.
Entering the room, Tang Yan felt a little uncomfortable with the dim light. She frowned slightly and soon discovered that Yin Hunchi was shirtless, staring at the computer screen motionlessly.
She looked closely and vaguely saw Conan Doyle in pajamas on the screen.
This discovery made her eyes widen and her mouth open. Fortunately, she covered her mouth with her hands in time so she didn't scream.
She hesitated for a moment, tiptoed, and quietly walked behind Yin Hui, trying to see what was going on.
At the same time, in the picture, Conan Doyle opened his hands, yawned, and his collar was lifted up, revealing a piece of white spring light.
"You're so disgusting, Yin Hui. You actually got up so early in the morning to have a passionate naked chat with a foreign girl!" Tang Yan blushed when she saw Conan Doyle's 'charming' movements on the screen, and cursed shyly.
"Who?" Yin Hun was still wearing headphones and thinking about what Conan Doyle had just said. At this moment, a sudden explosion sounded in his ears, making him shiver involuntarily and jump up from his seat. His first reaction was an earthquake, so he looked around.
Seeing Yin Hun so panicked, Tang Yan naturally thought that he was just being caught doing something wrong. Her expression kept changing. She took a deep breath, then widened her eyes, stared at Yin Hun, and angrily snorted, "Yin Hun, you bastard!"
Faced with Tang Yan's scrutinizing gaze, Yin Hun felt a little puzzled.
"Hey, why are you in my room? When did you come in? Is there...something?" "I saw that you didn't come out to make breakfast today, so I wanted to ask you to make breakfast. As a result, I saw you having a passionate naked chat with this girl who I don't know which European country she is from! Humph! You are so shameless to do such a dirty thing so early in the morning!" While speaking, Tang Yan deliberately turned her head away, not wanting to look at the blushing scene on the screen, but in her heart she was secretly jealous of Conan Doyle's perfect figure, especially the tall and straight breasts, which were much bigger than hers.
Passionate naked chat?
Hearing these four words, Yin Hun was startled at first, and then countless black lines appeared on the back of his head. He knew that this girl had misunderstood, but he couldn't defend himself because he knew the principle of making things worse. Besides, even if he had mouths all over his body, he might not be able to explain himself clearly.
"Humph! You agree, right?" Tang Yan saw Yin Hun remained silent, and she became more and more angry. She waved her fist and shouted, "I saw you doing something disgusting, and you still want to deny it. Tell me! What are we going to do about this?"
Tang Yan's crisp tone, mischievous expression and unique youthful atmosphere were like a clear stream, flowing through Yin Hun's soul, washing away the thick haze in his heart, and pulling him back to reality from the complicated psychological struggle.
When Conan Doyle saw the girl appearing on the screen, she was also stunned for a long time. Then she was surprised to find that Yin Hui's originally cold expression improved a lot after seeing the girl. She seemed to understand something, and her expression was very complicated, with relief , but also a hint of - a slight loss.
Then, Conan Doyle pondered for a few seconds, gave a slightly apologetic smile, and then went offline.
Although Tang Yan didn't stare at the screen , she still looked at Conan Doyle on the screen with her peripheral vision, comparing her body with his. Seeing the smile on Conan Doyle's face, she thought he was demonstrating, and immediately showed an expression of shame and anger, and scolded Yin Hui: "Humph! What's more hateful is that you masturbate on video, and you actually found a foreigner. Isn't it just a bigger breast and a bigger butt? What's the big deal!"
