"Do you remember what you asked me last time?"
Mu Peipei and Wen Wen officially formed an alliance. The location of the alliance was in the women's barracks. In Mu Peipei's living room, Mu Peipei brought Zhao Xiaobo, Wen Wen brought Elder Bear, and Mu Peipei's lover, Jiaojiao, sat at the side, refilling tea for them.
Qiao Na walked on the dirty road of the gathering place, ignoring the venomous gazes around her. She was wearing a plain white dress, and a man's shirt with blood stains draped over her shoulders.
"Sorry, Miss, you asked the wrong person. I'm not a casual person."
Jiaojiao was originally a celebrity, and she was used to seeing handsome men. After seeing a lot of them, her standards naturally became higher. To her, just being handsome was useless. She also needed to have inner qualities, taste, elegance, and of course, a good family background.
After passing through a few wooden houses, Qiao Na came to the door of a small wooden house that was painted white. The small wooden house was particularly eye-catching among the colorful buildings. The uniform white paint made the small wooden house look like a white swan standing in the middle of the surrounding ducks.
Qiao Na had not been in contact with Liu Zetong for a long time, less than two hours. At first, she despised this ordinary man. She did not think highly of this ordinary man, even if he showed kindness. They were originally not on the same level. At the last moment, she saw the blood in Liu Zetong's chest and tasted the taste of heartache.
The light in the small house was slightly dim, and there were not many decorations. Every decoration was extremely luxurious for the gathering place. The most eye-catching one was a heart-shaped bed in the middle of the house. On it was a rose-colored silk quilt, and four or five giant dolls that were as tall as a human were either sitting or lying on the bed.
Wen Wen stood up. He had drunk too much tea, so he was a little unnatural.
"Bang …"
The wooden door was closed. The young man turned around and stared at Qiao Na, who was as pretty as a flower. The man was very handsome, very clean, and his clothes were very neat. He pursed his lips and smiled at Qiao Na. His gaze was deep, and his gaze conveyed deep affection.
"Creak …"
"Are you feeling better? Do you want me to play a few more?"
The man whispered softly, and his words flowed out of his mouth like flowing water. His eyes kept sizing up Qiao Na's expression. Suddenly, he could tell that Qiao Na was sad for another man.
The floor was made of logs and was spotless. Walking barefoot on it, one could feel a refreshing coolness in this warm summer. By the window, a piano was quietly placed there. The cover of the piano was lifted, and the white and black keys shone like jade under the light from the window.
"Baby, you're finally here …"
"Uh … could it be that sentence?"
"What's wrong?
Baby, are you unhappy today? "
"Mr. Wen, can I have some of your time?"
"I … Can you take me away from here!"
"Where's the bathroom?"
The location of the bathroom was not close to the living room. Jiaojiao stood at the door of the bathroom. Her heart was perturbed, as if there was a rabbit hiding in her arms and jumping around.
Since the first time Jiaojiao saw Wen Wen, her eyes had been secretly on Wen Wen. Wen Wen was a handsome and tasteful man. Whether it was his words or small actions, they were all perfect in Jiaojiao's eyes.
Jiaojiao crossed her hands in front of her chest and made a pleading gesture. Her limpid eyes looked pitifully at the indifferent Wen Wen. Wen Wen's brows furrowed imperceptibly. He smiled and nodded slightly.
Jiaojiao was very beautiful. This was her greatest confidence. She had been waiting for an opportunity, hoping that one day, a prince on a white horse would rescue her. Now, the leader of the third force had appeared, and it was such a refined and handsome man like Wen Wen. Jiaojiao, who had been suffering in disgust, had an idea. She silently observed Wen Wen. The more she looked, the more she liked him. Unknowingly, Wen Wen's shadow had occupied her heart.
The man was very sensitive. He could see that Qiao Na was not as passionate and caring as before. He held her little hand and let her sit on the wooden chair. Qiao Na covered her face and propped her elbows on the wooden table without saying a word.
After speaking, Wen Wen turned around and left, leaving Jiaojiao leaning against the wall and watching him leave silently …
The owner of the hut was not a simple person. The decorations of the hut were very stylish. There was a private courtyard outside the hut. Other people used every inch of land to grow vegetables, but the owner had planted grass in an ingenious way. The lush green grass had just grown about an inch long, and it was just right to dye a beautiful scenery.
After knowing the location of the armory, how to retrieve the weapons without alerting others was a problem that made people conflicted. Mu Peipei's idea was that the female soldiers would not show up. She only needed to retrieve one-tenth of the weapons. As for how to retrieve it, it was up to Wen Wen.
"I don't want to stay here anymore. I don't want to … Please, can you take me away? As long as you take me away, I'll be yours …"
"I'll take him away …"
Along with the soft piano music, her thoughts drifted in the air. At this time, the soul and the body began to separate. All the fatigue was relieved by the beautiful music!
However, that heart seemed to be unable to find a place to belong. It was constantly hovering and floating!
The door of memories was knocked open from time to time.
Mu Peipei raised her hand. Before her finger could point, Jiaojiao said to Mu Peipei,
Qiao Na raised her head and stared into the man's eyes.
The man's expression did not change. He whispered to Qiao Na, constantly tempting her to speak her mind. He was silently calculating something in his heart.
Wen Wen smiled. He looked at Jiaojiao with gentle eyes.
Walking in the gathering place, Qiao Na looked a little absent-minded. She felt that everything around her was unreal. It was as if everything around her was just a documentary on the screen. She walked in front of the screen, but always stood outside and could not blend into it.
Jiaojiao was not a lesbian. To be exact, she was occupied by Mu Peipei. Jiaojiao had always been disgusted by the love between women. Unfortunately, her previous identity was nothing now. In the eyes of outsiders, she was just an expensive vase, an excellent tool to vent their lust.
Hearing Jiaojiao's request, Wen Wen frowned. He looked at Jiaojiao, who had an expectant face, and felt somewhat inexplicable. He wondered if the woman in front of him was sick.
As the wooden door was opened, a magnetic and dynamic male voice rushed out.
"Tock, tock, tock …" The slender and fair index finger slightly bent and knocked on the wooden door.
Seeing that pair of bright and deep eyes, Qiao Na was not as intoxicated as before. Her eyes, which were submissive to Liu Zetong in her heart, were inferior to the eyes in front of her.
Wen Wen did not want it. Mu Peipei was freeloading. If that was the case, why should he form an alliance with Mu Peipei?
The two sides quarreled in the living room. The war of words quickly consumed the tea in Jiaojiao's hand.