Chapter 23: I want to try him

Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Wen Xian just looked at his face close at hand, his thick and dark eyelashes, his slightly drooping eyelids, and his unattainable nose...
This is the first time two people are so close.
But it was so unexpected, so unexpected.
She could see every inch of his face, even a small scar slightly blocked by the sharp black hair on his forehead.
There is wind blowing.
Messed up her hair.
It seems that it also touched her...
Wen Xian's eyes flickered, and it was rare to reveal a hint of incomprehension.
The cigarette ignited in his slight inhalation, a faint scarlet light appeared, and when he left, the smoke overflowed from his breath.
His voice seemed to have been smoked, and then he spoke, and his voice was heavy and mute: "Thanks for a fire."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, and the cigarette was stuck between his lips and teeth again, and his hands continued to be busy.
Wen Xian hasn't moved.
Just looking at him like that: "..."
He was wearing a black T-shirt, his sleeves rolled up, and his arm was slightly hardened, and the blue veins appeared. The hand holding the polishing tool was slender and strong, with distinct bones.
Wen Xian stared at those hands, and suddenly remembered that someone had said something to her.
The man with thick and long fingers...
There, too.
...
Wen Xian stepped back two steps, and those eyebrows were slightly narrowed, dark, as if there was some turbulent undercurrent surging in the depths.
One hand encircled his chest, and one finger held the cigarette and took a deep breath.
I tried my best to suppress a certain desire in my heart-hope.
Lu Xiao, he looks really good.
She has learned.
But in fact, she thought, too, she also thought about it...!
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Every time Wen Xian wanted to tell Lu Xiao something to leave, he was interrupted inexplicably.
In the evening, the team members also returned.
The youngest son of the grandmother in the canteen is here again, and the little wolf and dog puppies in the yard. Compared with the barrenness and loneliness of the entire no-man’s land, all this is a rare excitement.
Wen Xian didn't talk to Lu Xiao anymore in the afternoon, he was busy all the time.
From the window upstairs, she could see him in thin clothes but rubbing his forehead from time to time.
By the end of the day, the smoke from his grandmother's cooking, he also completely completed the final work.
Dinner is in the evening.
When Wen Xian came down from the second floor, Lu Xiao had just returned from the yard.
His face was cold and handsome, but his short black hair was a little wet with thin sweat.
Everyone was almost sitting at the dining table. After seeing him come in, my grandmother quickly handed him a clean towel: "Oh, I've been busy all afternoon. Go and scrub and eat some warm food."
Lu Xiao took the towel and wiped his face, just about to walk in, suddenly—
A figure came down on the second floor.
That figure made people startled slightly.
Wen Xian wore very beautiful tonight.
Leaving early tomorrow morning.
At this time she was wearing a burgundy suspender skirt.
The skirt is a one-shoulder style, revealing a large exquisite collarbone, and a thin sling hung on the round and tender shoulders.
A tailor-made skirt came down her white thighs and covered her knees.
Her long hair is charming, slightly curly, and her skin contrasts sharply with the vintage burgundy dress, making her skin whiter and tenderer.
A little red lips, confused and seductive.
At this time, she is so beautiful.
Lu Xiao just stood there, watching her step by step, step by step.