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Moe Academy Chapter 016 A touch of strangeness

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    Song Qian once studied why he was so sensitive to alcohol, so sensitive that he couldn't even drink even a little bit.

    The so-called "alcohol capacity" actually refers to the content of two enzymes in the human body. The content of these enzymes in Song Qian's body is very scarce. It is almost said that the amount of alcohol consumed is absorbed. There is no decomposition, and every drop is absorbed.  This is how you can control your drinking habits.

    Song Qian slept very uncomfortablely this time. He opened his eyes in confusion. He was in a corner behind the door of the room. Next to him was a large wardrobe that took up one-fifth of the space. He was holding the wardrobe with one hand and holding the other with his other hand.  His hands touched a brand new silk quilt and he sat up, feeling a sudden numbness in his legs that almost made him unable to move.

    Song Qian looked around with unfocused eyes. The unfamiliar environment made him a little panicked. After his eyes returned to clarity, he saw a personal photo of Han Caiying placed on the bedside table from a distance. At this time, last night  The memories surged, and suddenly, he didn't panic anymore.

    He remembered drinking last night. He hated the smell of alcohol, the taste of alcohol even more, and the emptiness he felt after drinking and not remembering anything at all. Some people said that drinking is to enjoy the clarity of being drunk and not having any worries.  , but for Song Qian, being unconscious in the end was the scariest thing. He was sure that he must have had sex with relatives again last night, but he didn't know if he got to kiss Han Caiying.

    The room was empty, there was no one around, and there was no sign of anyone sleeping on the bed. Song Qian's imagined drunken sex incident did not happen.

    Song Qian rubbed his numb legs, and after the blood flowed smoothly, he stood up leisurely. The dirty coat and torn pants made him stunned for a long time, but he could not figure out where these injuries came from.

    I carefully opened the door and took a look. Outside the room was a small studio. Several steel horizontal bars were covered with a few pieces of very smooth fabric. Several plastic models were wearing semi-finished clothing.  Standing on one side and in the center is a table covered with various kinds of needlework and messy sketch paper.

    Han Caiying was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the leather chair behind the table. Her long black hair was spread out, covering half of her bare face. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her long eyelashes were occasionally fanned, and her nose was hanging.  Bold, the thin and measured lips open and close, gently exhaling the fragrant breath.

    "When the day is beginning to grow, I have taken off my light skirt for a while and the jade blanket is cool; in the desert tent, there is a smoke cage on the jade pillow, and my pink skin is sweating with the scent of white lotus." Seeing her peaceful sleeping posture, Song Qian felt warm in his heart and couldn't help but use a poem  Li Yuanying's poem lamented.

    Song Qian himself didn't know what attracted him to the woman in front of him. He had seen all kinds of beauties since he was a child. She was so inexplicable that he didn't know how many times they met by chance. But he fell in love with her the next moment and did it for her.  Trembling, unstoppable heartbeat.

    "It's a pity." Song Qian's face turned gloomy for a while. The most painful thing in life is this. I met you, but the beautiful woman was no longer waiting, and she married someone else early.

    It is said that women are born with a sixth sense. Just after Song Qian came out, Han Caiying felt someone watching her, her bright eyes opened, and she woke up from her deep sleep.

    Song Qian touched the back of his head and smiled naively. He stood blankly at the door of the room and said, "Good morning."

    "Morning." After glancing at Song Qian at the door, Han Caiying arranged the blanket and began to pack away the manuscripts on the table.

    In order to avoid being in the same room last night, after taking a shower, she came out and stayed here to work. Maybe Song Qian gave her a lot of different feelings. When she was drawing the sketch last night, inspiration continued to flow like a fountain, and she sketched in pencil  During this time, I was so busy that I couldn't help but lie down until three or four in the morning.

    "Sit for a while, I will take you back later. Remember, don't leave here." Han Caiying pushed Song Qian out of the room door, entered the room with a calm expression and closed the door gently.

    Song Qian nodded stupidly toward the door, sat on the chair and waited obediently.

    Maybe the drawings on the table were too attractive, or maybe Song Qian was curious about what Han Caiying drew last night. After sitting for a while, his hand involuntarily reached for the sketch paper and started reading page by page.  .

    The drawings on the sketch paper are all men's clothing, and the colors have not yet been applied. Only clean and smart lines outline simple outlines. Song Qian has been immersed in cultural studies with the old professor all year round. Although his painting skills are not very good,  His appreciation ability is extraordinary.

    From these simple lines and some occasional patterns, Song Qian could see that these designs all revolve around one word, that is, youth, which is like the shyness of the rising sun and the freshness of the budding spring. In these shy freshness, there is also a sense of freshness.  Cute, giving people a feeling of vitality. Looking carefully, Song Qian suddenly felt that if these clothes were worn on him, they would have a charm like first love.

    There was a sound at the door of the room, and Song Qian immediately fiddled with the door.?'s drawing, sitting obediently on the chair.

    Even with a tired face, 30% light makeup and 70% natural looks, Han Caiying, who is as strange and dazzlingly beautiful as a mixed-race child, is still shining and moving, wearing the latest gorgeous spring dress of Rachel-Hans designed by herself, white  The shoulders are embellished as if snowflakes are floating, and coupled with the mature charm accumulated over the years, the slender and perfect figure becomes more delicate and sexy.

    Han Caiying bit her lower lip and glanced up and down at Song Qian, who was dressed in tatters, frowned, and walked straight out of the door on the other side of the studio. After a while, she walked in with a brand new set of men's clothing and threw it to Song Qian.

    Song Qian felt unbearable itching all over his body. After taking the clothes, he wanted to get into the bathroom in the inner room and take a bath.

    But Han Caiying stopped him with one sentence: "Change here. You can't go back into the room. After you change, knock on this door and I'll be outside."

    After saying that, Han Caiying walked out from the door just now.

    Song Qian was inexplicably stunned on the spot. He was allowed to sleep in the room last night. Although he was sleeping on the floor, what happened if he was not allowed in today?

    After a while, Song Qian changed his clothes and knocked on the door twice. As expected, Han Caiying walked in immediately. She scanned Song Qian carefully with her eyes, took out Song Qian's sunglasses from the desk drawer and handed them to her.  He said coldly: "Follow me and don't make any noise. The store outside is already open and the clerks are all here."

    No matter what, Han Caiying is also a married woman. No matter how she takes in a young man at home, it cannot be justified. Moreover, she is a public figure, let alone spreading this matter. It will ruin not only her, but also him.

    Song Qian nodded to express his understanding. After Han Caiying walked out of the door, he followed Han Caiying quietly. Han Caiying couldn't help but smile. She didn't know whether to call him cute or stay silent and tell him not to make a sound. He would look like a thief who broke into the house in the middle of the night.  In the same way, to anyone with this appearance, the two of them have nothing and are misunderstood.

    Behind the door is a passage that leads to the shop in front and the alley at the back door. After walking through the passage and confirming that no one was there, Han Caiying quickly covered her face and stepped into the car, followed closely by Song Qian.

    "Where do you live?" Han Caiying asked calmly as she started the car and entered the busy road.

    "Let me think about it." Song Qian raised his head and recalled the house number he remembered yesterday afternoon: "No. XXX, Zhongwu 2 Street."

    "Zhongwu Road? Do you live on Zhongwu Road?" Han Caiying was stunned for a moment and parked the car on the side of the road.

    "Yeah? What's wrong?" Song Qian asked.

    "This is Toegye Street in Myeongdong. Go all the way to the end of this road and turn left at the third traffic light to reach Chungmu 2 Street." Driving through Toegye Street is much slower than walking. After all, this is Seoul.  The busiest area.

    After doing this for a long time, the place where the two of them lived was facing the street. If she had known that she would have sent him back last night, Han Caiying looked a little angry.

    Song Qian was frightened by her sudden temper, and didn't know what he was angry about, so he could only reply blankly: "I just arrived in Seoul the day before yesterday, and I am on the same road"

    "Forget it." Han Caiying waved her hand to interrupt Song Qian's words, started the car and drove into the crowded lane.

    Morning is the peak traffic time for work and school. It only takes ten minutes to walk, but it takes 20 minutes of driving to get there.

    Han Caiying rubbed her temples and sat in the driver's seat staring at Song Qian who had already got out of the car. She was a little shocked. She didn't react when she heard the address. When she arrived, she realized that the place where Song Qian lived was actually Li Cangdong's house.

    But it doesn¡¯t seem to be any of her business.

    "Come to my store at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will go to CK together." After saying this, the car left a trail of exhaust and disappeared into the traffic.

    "It's inexplicable, why are you so angry?" Song Qian looked at the back of the car and said to himself secretly.

    "Han Caiying, wake up, you are no longer a little girl, young love is too far away from you, and you are already married!" Han Caiying, who was driving the car, leaned on the back chair and exhaled.
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