"If this continues, I really think I am a shell creature..." Song Shu lowered her hand, she stood up and pulled open the cabinet of the marble table in front of the sofa, and took out a box from it.

Then she opened the box, revealing many strings of small shell bracelets of different styles.

Song Shu raised his head slightly, his cheeks were red with alcohol. She stuffed the box to Qin Lou, who was stunned with a wooden face.

"Look, every time I went to a city before, I could not help but buy this bracelet..."

Qin Lou took it in a daze.

After holding the box for dozens of seconds, he lowered his eyes slightly and laughed hoarsely, "Actually you haven't sobered up yet, right, little clam shell."

Otherwise, she hid so well, just as if she had never thought that he had never been injured in the past few years, so how could she show him such a thing?

His clam shell is so cute. He will feel as if he is drunk.

"……nonsense."

Song Shu refuted him gently, then she bent her waist slightly, lay down in front of her knees, and reached out to pluck the little shells in the box.

After playing for a while, Song Shu curled up the corners of his lips and raised his head lightly, "Is it good-looking?"

Before he finished speaking, the man came up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"None of them are as good as you."

"...Is that true?" Song Shu frowned seriously. After asking, she hugged the box and studied it carefully, "But I think they look pretty good."

"It's not as good as you."

Song Shu thought seriously, "Then what color is my clam shell?"

Qin Lou was stunned.

Song Shu said distressedly: "I can't see my clam shell myself."

Qin Lou could no longer hold it back and laughed in a low voice.

Song Shu frowned and said, "Why are you laughing at? Is my clam shell ugly?"

"I want to drink you every day." Qin Lou said with a hoarse laugh, and then he hugged Song Shu, who had shrunk and looked much smaller, into his arms, "Your clam shell is the most beautiful color."

Song Shu's eyes lit up, but he still had to work hard to keep a stern face and pretended not to care so much.

"What color is it?"

Qin Lou lowered his eyes, looked at her for a few seconds, and he raised the corner of his mouth, "It's light orange."

Song Shu was stunned for two seconds, "Light orange?"

"Well, there's a little bit of white pearlescent light orange."

“…”

Qin Lou lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and kissed her hair lightly.

"There is a little girl sitting inside the clam shell, wearing a white skirt, always holding a sixth-level cube in her hand... Every time I see her in my dreams, she hides in the clam shell and refuses to come out to find me, and refuses to see me. No matter how I call her, she ignores me... I have been waiting for her for many years, and the little clam shell, she finally comes out to see me."

Song Shu was stunned.

She felt something cool falling into her long hair in her ears, and the nice voice became a little bit hoarse.

She reached out and hugged him slowly.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl asked carefully: "Then I will open the clam shell a little and let you come in too?"

Qin Lou stopped slightly.

After a moment, he kissed the corner of her lips with red eyes, as if he was smiling and crying, "Okay... this is what you promised me, and you are not allowed to go back on your word."

The girl shook her head and held his hand tightly, "I won't go back on my word. From now on, my clam shell will be yours."

Qin Lou laughed silently, "Okay."

The next morning, Saturday.

There is no need to go to the company or have a meeting. After being tired for a week, this should have been the happiest time, but Song Shu is lying on the big bed in his apartment with blank expression and empty eyes.

——Who can tell her that the memories that seemed to have happened last night were the memories that happened last night, and who was the one who used her body?

Otherwise, how could she ask the words "What color is my clam shell?"

"ah……"

As the memories were played again, Song Shu rarely lifted up the quilt and covered himself with a very close collapse.

Why doesn't she have the skill of cutting off the pieces after drinking...

"Awaken?" A sound of footsteps came from the other side of the flat floor of the apartment. Qin Lou walked around the bookshelf that was used as a partition on the front of the large bed, walked up the three-story wooden steps, and then stood by the bed.

Song Shu slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing half of his emotionally unconscious face.

Qin Lou was wearing only a strappy bathrobe, and was wiping his wet hair with a towel, looking at her with a slightly lowered eyes.

Song Shu struggled to find his voice: "Why are you still in my house..."

"I tossed me like that last night, and I wanted to throw it out after I used it. Would you be too heartless?" Qin Lou stopped beside the head of the bed and leaned down slightly.

Song Shu: "Don't say such... easily misunderstood things."

"But I'm telling the truth."

"..." Song Shu moved his eyes away, "I don't have men's clothes to change at home."

Qin Lou stood up straight, "It's okay, I asked my assistant to come and send it."

“——?!”

Qin Lou paused for two seconds and laughed softly, "So you will have such uneasy times, small, clam, shell?"

“—”

Just three short words once again evoke the unbearable memories of last night. Although Song Shu tried hard to hold it up, his face gradually turned red.

She held her voice hard, "Wouldn't it be bad for you to ask the assistant to come?"

“Where’s not good?”

"Easy, causing misunderstandings?"

"As they saw, there is no misunderstanding."

“…………”

Song Shu gave up communication at this time - now the right time, place and people are not with her, so she needs to wash her face and wake up and change to the "battlefield".

The bathroom and bathroom next to the entrance are the only room on the flat floor that has been individually built with partition walls.

Song Shu was washing his face with cold water in the bathroom and trying to wake up as soon as possible, he heard the door ringing sound from the door.

Song Shu hesitated for two seconds.

It was these two seconds that made her lose the opportunity to compete for the initiative in discourse—

"Mr. Qin, what you want." An Xingyun's calm voice came back from outside the door, and Song Shu's expression was stunned.

After a rustling sound, Qin Lou took it and put it in the entrance hall, "Thank you for your hard work as an assistant."

"As an assistant, it's just a matter of duty." An Xingyun paused and asked, "Is this your new residence for Mr. Qin?"

"——!" Song Shu in the bathroom turned around quickly, wanting to run to the door to signal Qin Lou not to talk nonsense.

However, before she could reach the middle of the way, Qin Lou's happy laughter had already been heard outside the glass matte door of the bathroom.

"No. This is Qin Qing's residence."

“…………”

The air filled with long silence and death silence.

After about ten seconds, An Xingyun's voice rang again, sounding like normal, but there was a little more difficult time: "So that's it, I took it easy. Sorry, Mr. Qin."

"No need to be sorry, I will say it even if you don't ask."

"..." An Xingyun paused slowly and lowered his head, "Then Mr. Qin... Miss Qin, keep busy, I'll leave first."

"Um."

"Bang." The door closed.

Qin Lou turned around happily and passed by the bathroom. He saw that the frosted glass door was opened at some point. Song Shu stood inside the door without expression, looking at him critically.

Qin Lou raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

"That's how did you see Assistant An just now?" Song Shu's eyes slowly swept over Qin Tower - a half-open bathrobe with its collarbone exposed, wet hair and lazy eyes.

The whole thing looks like after the incident.

Imagining An Xingyun's possible psychological state and mental journey at this time, Song Shu only felt that the reason he had just worked hard to re-establish was threatened with the threat of collapse again.

Song Shu lowered his head and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"...Forget it, it's nothing, just be happy." After saying that, Song Shu turned around and prepared to go back to the bathroom.

However, the rotation was not completed ninety degrees, and she was first pulled by the person outside the door and pulled out, and then pressed against the wall outside the bathroom.
To be continued...