MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 25 Start reading

Because of the shower, Lan Ning still had the smell of showering milk, and it was blown by the night wind, all of which was poured into the heart and lungs of the Confucian language.

He has not used drugs, banned drugs, products, do not know what it feels, but it should be inseparable from the present, can paralyze the nerves.

Lan Ning's nephew also had a little panic, and the shallow water vapor left in the tip of the hair made the voice of the Confucian language become warmer.

He has never held a girl. It turns out that the girl's body can be so soft... well, it seems to be a bit soft.

Lan Ning felt the hand that was covering his chest. After a second, he waved his face and shook his fist: "Speaking in Confucianism, you give me death!"

This punch used ten to ten of her skills, just in the corner of the rhetoric. The Confucian language snorted with pain and began to move from her.

The corner of the mouth seems to be torn, and the Confucian language sticks out the tip of the tongue and gently rubs it, with a slight **** smell.

"I don't think it's a person who has played sandbags. It's really awkward to start."

"I still feel that it is light!" Lan Ning got up from the bed angrily. It seemed that he hadn't gotten angry yet. He rushed to want to punch him again.

It was not because of the lack of defense that the Confucian language had just smashed the punch. Now it is not so easy to slap his second fist. He escaped Lan Ning's fist and looked at her sideways: "What are you doing?"

"Playing the wolf!" Lan Ning was mad at the tunnel.

The Confucian language seems to have thought of something, and the look has become somewhat unnatural. He licked his lips and said to her: "It was an accident just now. I saw that you were going to fall, and then I went up to help you."

"If you didn't suddenly come in, would I fall? You didn't sleep at night, ran to my room to do something?" Lan Ning did not ask for geology.

Confucianism said: "I heard your screams, so come and see."

Lan Ning looked at his collar and watched him with caution: "Why is there a sudden blackout?"

"I don't know, the whole villa is out of power. I am going to check the electric gate."

Lan Ning thought for a moment and said, "Let's go check it out! Right, you just forgot me!"

After talking about Confucianism, he suddenly smiled softly: "You are lying down like a flat, I have almost no feeling."

Lan Ning: "..."

She was not angry yet, and her whispering eyes were swept away from her bare legs: "But the legs are still wrong."

Lan Ning: "..."

She picked up the bag on the side and slammed it into the head of Confucianism: "You will roll me right away! If you don't roll me, you will kill you!"

The Confucian language was beaten by her, and the door was slammed in front of him.

He touched the mouth of the bloodshot mouth, looked at the closed door, and went back to the room to find a flashlight, went downstairs to check the switch.

Lan Ning had put on her clothes and pants during this time. She didn't know where there was a flashlight in the room, so she had to use her mobile phone to illuminate it. When I took a shower, my hair got wet. She took a dry towel in the bathroom and wiped her hair and walked out.

When I first came out, I heard the door being knocked twice. Her brow wrinkled and shouted at the door: "What?"

The Confucian language said outside: "I just checked the electric gate. There is no problem. The circuit should be broken. It is too late to be repaired tomorrow. You should go to bed early today."

Lan Ning snorted and said, "That's alright."

It was quiet outside for a while, and the voice of Confucianism was passed on again: "You should not be afraid of black?"

"Not afraid! I am going to sleep now, and I will light up when I wake up!"

"That's the best, good night."

Lan Ning wrinkled his nose and ignored him. He climbed onto the bed. The Confucian language seemed to stand at the door for a while before he heard the footsteps of his departure.

Lan Ning covered the quilt with drowsiness, but because of the surprise, she is still very excited now, and she has been unable to sleep for a long time. She took the phone out and listened to the song, and finally fell asleep.

A high octave sound from the earphones awakened her, and Lanning took off the headphones and looked at the time on the phone.

It took only an hour, she thought it was bright.

The phone's power has turned red, and she turned the mode into energy-saving, and began to drowsiness.

Without the music in the ear, the surrounding area is extraordinarily quiet, and the shadow of the trees outside the window is stretched into the wall of the room by the moonlight, like a monster with claws and claws.

Lan Ning is really not afraid of black, but in this villa where the deep forests and old forests have suffered power outages, it is impossible to say that they are completely guilty.

To make matters worse, she feels hungry now.

In the evening, in order to sing with the Confucian language, she did not eat dinner, only half a bread pad, and now the stomach is empty, so hungry she can't sleep.

She climbed up and overturned her travel bag and found that the snacks she had brought were all eaten up.

Thinking of snacks, she thought of the pudding that was eaten by Confucianism. If it weren't for him, she would not be so miserable now!

There is still food in the refrigerator downstairs. Does she stay until dawn, or is it smeared to find food?

Lan Ning hesitated for a long time, and finally could not resist the empty stomach, picked up the phone and went out.

The downside of a house is not only easy to make you feel lonely, but also to make you feel that there are people everywhere in the house.

Lan Ning is now the feeling, the corners of the front corridor, the stairs, the sofa... and the back of himself.

She swallowed and didn't dare look back. She held a straw-like cell phone and turned the flashlight on. Just now, in order to save power, she only used the cold light of the screen. Now she thinks it is better to be brighter.

When she passed the door of the Confucian language, she hesitated for a second to ask him to go with him, but when she thought of the hand on her chest, she resolutely gave up the idea.

She stepped down the stairs step by step, not even dazzling too much. There seemed to be a wind blowing outside, and there was a rustling sound.

"Don't be afraid, you are a person who has received higher education, don't believe in these strange things!" In the heart so comforted himself, Lan Ning lifted his foot and walked toward the kitchen. She didn't land on her toes, and she heard the footsteps behind her.

Hey, hey.

Lan Ning: "..."

Wait, wait, maybe you are too nervous to get it wrong.

She stood still in the breath, and the footsteps behind her did not disappear, and she was getting closer and closer to her.

The power of the mobile phone was exhausted at this moment, the body vibrated a bit, and the power was automatically turned off.

Lan Ning: "..."

After the light of the flashlight suddenly disappeared, the room was much darker than before. Fortunately, there are two large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, so that the house will not fall into the darkness of the fingers.

The dark woods outside the window can deepen the fear in people's hearts.

She is still hesitating to turn back, and the footsteps are close to herself. She clenched her fist in silence, screaming and punching when she felt something standing behind her: "Yeah!!"

"What are you doing?" The Confucian language grabbed the fist she had hit and looked at her. "Is it addictive?"

Lan Ning gasped a few breaths and stared at him. "Why are you going downstairs without a fight? Is it fun to scare people?"

Ruan Confucius gently raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you say that you are not afraid of black?"

"Have you heard that "people are scary and scary"?"

"I am the one that is scared by you? Suddenly screaming and punching, the person with a heart can be scared to death."

Lan Ning licked his lips and struggled twice: "Let go."

The Confucian language loosened her hand and kicked the flashlight: "What are you doing down? Isn't it going to let you go to bed early?"

"I am hungry, come down to eat something." Lan Ning grabbed the flashlight on his hand and walked over to the kitchen.

This person clearly has a flashlight, but does not open, clearly deliberately scared her!

The Confucian language walked behind her, with a little taunt in her voice: "Who will let you not eat dinner?"

Lan Ning turned around and looked at him. "It is you who lost. You talk to me first."

Confucian language: "..."

"The loser has to do something for the winner."

The Confucian language moved his eyebrows: "It seems that I didn't say this at first."

"I said now, in the end, you must hand me the manuscript tomorrow." Lan Ning said that he thought of something here, and suddenly looked at him with horror. "Have you saved the manuscript when you lost the power?"

When the seniors wrote their graduation thesis, they had a classmate in their bedroom. The paper wrote half of the power outage, but she had not had time to save it.

She still remembers the screams of the classmate who was heartbreaking at the time.

The Confucian language looked at her in an understatement and said, "Don't be stupid, how can I still write a draft later?"

Lan Ning: "..."

Yes, hehe.

She opened the refrigerator and looked for it for a while. She asked the rhetoric around her: "Don't you say that this is a week's food? Why is there such a thing left?"

"One week means the amount of me alone. Now I have added you, and you can eat it especially."

Lan Ning: "..."

You have eaten a lot!

There was a bowl of sealed rice in the refrigerator, which should be left at night. Although she did not eat it, she did not dump the Confucian language and took it into the refrigerator.

Lan Ning took the bowl out and looked at him. "Is this what you left?"

The Confucian language nodded. "I have already guessed that your food will be hungry tonight, so I will keep it for you. You can use it for fried rice."

Lan Ning: "..."

Although she would like to do individual tricks, she found that only fried rice is the fastest and most suitable.

She hit an egg and started to fry rice. She said that the Confucian language left the flashlight in the kitchen and just followed her and went out to find the candle.

During the time of Laning fried rice, he found a lot of candles, one lit, and the room gradually lit up.

In the Confucian language, a few candles were placed on the table, and asked Laning, who was sitting opposite: "Is there a candlelight dinner?"

Lan Ning gave him a white chopstick and didn't want to answer such a mentally handicapped question.

She snorted and ate, and the Confucian language sat across from her face. It may be that I feel a little boring. He said with loneliness: "In fact, it didn't feel like it."

Lan Ning: "..."

"You roll!" She angered the chopsticks on her hand.