News about the two people came in one after another.

Following He Ruanyang's long paragraph was He Yunyi's verification information.

Although it was just a friend verification, it at least proved that He Yunyi was online at this point.

He didn't ignore anyone either.

For the first time, Xin Kui had a little doubt about the friendship between He Ruanyang and He Yunyi.

But thinking about it in the blink of an eye, she couldn't mention it to He Ruanyang directly, let alone tactfully.

The other party was probably already gliding on the plane, so she symbolically reported it was safe and moved her fingertips slightly on the screen.

Wait until you reach the page and then return to the chat box.

Xin Kui lowered his eyes and looked at He Yunyi's profile picture and the official line of information listed at the top for verification.

Did she really just add it...?

So... what should I say?

Is the first sentence a greeting or not? If you are greeting, should you send an emoticon or not send an emoticon? Should you send an emoticon commonly used by middle-aged and elderly people or in modern bars and discos?

If the atmosphere is too awkward, how can she ease it?

Xin Kui really has too many entanglements.

In the midst of her confusion.

For a while, the other party didn't send any message.

Xin Kui curled her toes and raised her hand to hit her head. She suddenly regretted her decision just now.

It is not more direct and convenient to send a text message, but it may be intercepted directly and considered to be a fraudulent text message.

When Xin Kui lowered his head again, a row of small characters appeared at the top - the other party was typing.

Probably because I think she is quite capable of procrastinating.

Xin Kui quickly lowered her head and typed a line of words quickly.

Xinxin Xiangkui: Good morning, good morning!

However, just for this sentence, the other party in the row just now disappeared while typing.

Ah...what a bad thing.

Xin Kui suddenly raised her hand and covered her face in annoyance.

With He Yunyi, it seemed that she could never be as calm as she was with He Ruanyang.

Perhaps it was because she had too many not-so-serious contacts in the past, but now that she thought of him, those scenes that were not embarrassing but extremely embarrassing would automatically appear in her mind.

Tell me directly, senior, how decent you are! How normal! How——

Before Xin Kui could finish, her cell phone buzzed.

nephelo: It's getting late.

Xin Kui turned her head and looked at the ticking quartz clock hanging on the wall in the room.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning, almost eleven o'clock.

It seems really late.

She rushed to her residence, took a bath, opened the gift box, and asked He Ruanyang for her contact information.

When we got down there, it was almost noon.

Xinxin Xiangkui: Well, it seems to be getting late.

Xinxin Xiangkui: Well, is it convenient for you now?

Xinxin Xiangkui: Mainly, I think I might do something that you might misunderstand again.

nephelo:You say.

Sure enough, when he mentioned the previous things, he became such a cold man.

But he didn't choose not to listen directly.

Xinxin Xiangkui: If I say I want your address——

Halfway through the typing, Xin Kui began to secretly think about what she wanted to say next and the tone she needed to use.

But……

Didn't she just get the wrong gift box? Why did she get so upset just because of an address?

Xin Kui took a deep breath.

Just when she decided to tell the whole story clearly, He Yunyi replied.

nephelo:What needs to be done with my home address?

Xinxin Xiangkui:......

Look, isn't this what it is?

She reported it in advance, and the result was probably the same as the previous times.

If there is no God's perspective, what kind of thing is her behavior like this?

Yep - play hard to get.

Xinxin Xiangkui: It doesn’t have to be your home address, your company or broker will do.

Xinxin Xiangkui: I sent the wrong gift box from Shiyang Pictorial. Give me your share and I will send it to you.

Xinxin Xiangkui: Senior...are you listening to me qaq

nephelo:Give me your home address.

Xinxin Xiangkui:?

nephelo:I'll go get it.

After a few seconds, he seemed to be explaining his itinerary.

nephelo: I'm not at home now, and I have another shooting later, so I'm only in city z today.

Xinxin Xiangkui: Ah, is that so...

Xinxin Xiangkui: That's okay. Our underground garage is pretty good and well enclosed.

Xin Kui had not yet reacted to the sudden change of situation, and her words were a little erratic.

Mindless.

After regaining consciousness, He Yunyi received two new messages.

It's voice.

"Are you sorry?"

"If you really want my address, I can give it to you."

"..."

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The conversation ended with Xin Kui's wild slap in the face and the little whirlwind emoticon.

She was obviously the one who was sent to the address, but in the end, she was nailed to the pillar of shame in the name of hooking up.

Perhaps to show fairness, or perhaps because the resentment exuded by Xin Kui's last emoticon was too deep - He Yunyi and Xin Kui exchanged addresses.

When you come and go, be very cautious.

He Yunyi then went to work. The moment he put down his phone, Xin Kui raised his hand and pushed the phone away as if he had been burned.

Why is this so different from what I imagined?

Why is it completely the other way around?

Xin Kui stared at her phone for a while, the screen was dark, and she lay quietly on the bed.

Nor can it jump out of thin air in the next second.

She silently took the phone back, and then silently pushed the phone away.

After three or two times, Xin Kui turned over on the bed and made a rustling sound.

She felt like a salted fish that had been roasted and turned over repeatedly, tossing and turning.

But she couldn't control herself to calm down.

Once her vision froze or her movements stopped, she would involuntarily echo He Yunyi's words just now.

The voice quality in WeChat was blurred, and He Yunyi spoke with a lower tone.

The tail note is light but appealing, rising slightly.

It's like whispering.
To be continued...