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Chapter 192 Night Market, 11:52 pm
"The black ring...isn't even considered a wedding ring," Luo Xi said with difficulty, the sentence was cut into scattered words by the gasp.He was pushed down on the table, and he could only press his feeble fingertips against Deng Huailing's chest. It was more like a superficial temptation than a refusal, "That's what you gave to Rosie when you were on a mission...."
He stopped talking in his confusion, they had already reached a rational consensus on the topic of bionics, but he couldn't see Rosie and himself as one person emotionally.Luo Xi no longer cares about this matter, and he doesn't want to spoil the other party's interest.
"Is that so?" The rapid breathing around the neck slowed down, Deng Huailing left Rosie's neck, leaned up a little and stared at the other party, Rosie was startled by the deep emotion in his deep eyes.He took out something from the inner pocket of his clothes, "Then you don't want to wear this either?"
Between Deng Huailing's index finger and middle finger, there is a golden gravel-like rose earring, "I wanted to help you put it on, and then I saw you being beaten by me... If you don't like this, I will put it away."
Just as he was about to put the earrings back into his pocket, Rosie quickly grabbed his wrist: "Wait, wait!"
Deng Huailing stopped, staring at the flustered lover in front of him for no reason.
"...help me put it on." Rosie lay on the table, turned her face away, let go of the other's hand, and put her messy hair behind her ears.His gaze was erratic, and he deliberately did not look at Deng Huailing. His long black hair set off the graceful curve of his neck, as if a tough prey was actively exposing its vulnerable parts, tacitly acquiescing to the hunter.
Seeing this, Deng Huailing smiled, and rubbed Rosie's earlobe with fiery fingertips, and the snow-white skin immediately smudged into a crimson color sensitively.He leaned down slightly, and leaned close to the other's ear: "Are you not afraid that I will treat you as someone else?"
"Do you want me to wear it or not?" Rosie gritted her teeth, both ashamed and impatient.He thought that the bastard on top of him was making fun of him again, but when he turned his head and met Deng Huailing's gaze, he found that although the other party's tone was flirtatious, his eyes were extremely affectionate, and his pupils were dyed tenderly by the lightLike amber, the handsome brows and eyes were coated with a thin layer of halo, making Rosie a little dazed.
Those brown eyes, which had always been indifferent and unruly, were full of love and admiration, only reflecting his figure alone.Rosie stared into each other's eyes dazedly, feeling like she was going to melt in the eternal gaze.
Why would anyone have such a constant and intense love for another human being?He thought dazedly, as if standing in the middle of the tide, swallowed by the hot tide, the waves wrapped around his arms and let him sink under the waves.And he was captured by the tide, and he didn't even bother to move his fingers.
"Of course I want to help you put it on... I think about it day and night. Only this time, unlike the previous meanings, this earring is not a brand, nor does it mean that you are my personal belongings. It represents the futureIn the future, my name will accompany you with me and stand by your side forever."
Deng Huailing gently put on the earrings for Rosie, "You can take it as a badge, a badge to prove my loyalty to you."
After he finished speaking, he seriously kissed Rosie's earlobe, picked her up and turned off the light.The light in the room disappeared immediately, and only the golden rose earrings shone in the boundless darkness, just like fireflies in the dark night, circling zigzagging and bumping around.
The white veil hanging by the window fluttered with the wind, and the night was like a sea tide, carrying artificial moonlight into the entire room.The tiny firefly danced on the top of the waves, and the air was filled with snow foam and water mist. It fluttered its wings and flew over the silver moon, over the steep peaks, lakes and valleys, and finally perched tremblingly on the mountain of love.The jungle under the sea.
At 11:30 in the middle of the night, Rosie walked into the living room barefoot in a thin bathrobe, her long hair was dripping wet on her shoulders.The living room was in chaos, the coat rack had been knocked over, the sofa cover was in a mess, and the recently pasted wallpaper was wrinkled, with a corner hanging pitifully from the seams.
Every room is so messy, as if it has just been ransacked, and the people who ransacked did not spare their belongings.The computer on the desk fell and broke into two pieces. In the wine cabinet, there was only one bottle of wine that Rosie treasured and was reluctant to drink. The rest fell to the ground in rows and turned into useless glass residues.
Rosie sighed and walked around the overturned furniture to the table in the center of the living room.The slippers had been kicked somewhere, and he stepped on the floor carefully, bent over to pick out the fragments of the overturned vase, picked up the scattered bunch of eustomas, and gathered the scattered white petals in the palm of his hand.
Deng Huailing also walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, picked out his crocodile slippers from the crack of the sofa, knelt down naturally, gently held his ankles, and put on the shoes for him, with a focused expression as if holding a crystal slipper.
"Don't hurt your feet." The little hunter said amidst the chaos in the room.
Rosie looked down at him, feeling her heart beating faster.He had obviously been messing around with Deng Huailing all night, but he was still moved by the other party's casual behavior. The gentle love was like spring water flooding his heart, and there was no sign of the tide ebbing.
He couldn't resist stretching out his hand, gently stroking Deng Huailing's hair, his fingertips brushed behind the other's ear, sending out a new invitation.Deng Huailing lowered her head and remained silent, but Rosie clearly felt that the fingers holding her ankle were tightened, and the callus made by the knife in the tiger's mouth rubbed roughly against the ankle bone, and slowly climbed up her calf.
Rosie shrank back a little regretfully, he found that the wildfire in Deng Huailing's eyes was burning more vigorously than his, even more intense than three hours ago, the brown eyes looked at him as if looking at food.The other party will not give up until he is wiped clean.
Just when he was timid, there was a sudden "grunt" in the room.Rosie frantically pressed her stomach, but it was too late, Deng Huailing stood up, touched his lower abdomen with ease, and whispered: "Hungry?"
"No," Rosie nervously denies, "I'm full!"
"It's not flirting," Deng Huailing said helplessly, "It's really asking if you're hungry."
"Then... I'm hungry." Rosie blinked, and seeing that the other party didn't intend to hold on to him, she acted recklessly and hooked Deng Huailing's neck affectionately, "I'm afraid you're in a hurry and didn't have dinner in the eveningI rushed to the hospital, originally thinking of taking you home first, and then going to the public cafeteria, but when we got home we... now the cafeteria is closed."
Listening to what he said, Deng Huailing's expression gradually became serious: "You didn't have dinner? Why didn't you tell me?"
Rosie knew she was wrong, and explained in a low voice: "I just don't want to spoil your fun..."
"My interest is not that important." Deng Huailing frowned, with a hint of anger in his voice.But he was still not willing to get angry with Rosie, and he folded his waist into his arms and asked in a soothing tone, "Is there anything to eat in the refrigerator?"
"Probably not. I usually eat at the administrative center, and I didn't ask the logistics officer to buy ingredients." Rosie shook her head, "Even if there are ingredients, do you know how to cook, Huailing?"
"Not really." Deng Huailing admitted frankly, and smiled under Rosie's surprised eyes, "Why, do you think that your lover can do everything, such as using a knife, fighting, flying a helicopter, and cooking? IHe is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, besides, Cesina's damned place doesn't need the skill of cooking."
Rosie was stunned for two seconds, realizing that Deng Huailing's words made sense.Fresh ingredients in the main city can only be bought by the upper class. Since Robert came to power more than ten years ago, the crazy expansion of factories has engulfed the scarce sky farms. Since then, the poor at the bottom can only eat synthetic food.
Deng Huailing's income can afford the price of natural ingredients, but he needs to save money.Rosie still remembered that in the hive in the main city, the little hunter hoarded a freezer of energy sandwiches and ate this tasteless synthetic food every meal. Before meeting him, the life of the other party was amazingly monotonous.
There is no shortage of land in District 2. Rosie ordered countless automated farms to be reclaimed on the ground ten years ago. As long as people don't care about the hazards of irradiated crops, people have plenty of natural food to enjoy.
However, as another member of the family, Rosie also can't cook.His single life is as monotonous as Deng Huailing's, full of bloody wars and tedious political affairs. Cooking is an activity that he will never consider. The time for cooking a meal is enough for him to attend two small meetings.Process dozens of documents on the Internet and browse hundreds of emails.
If he could cook with Deng Huailing, he would rather put those boring documents aside, smell the smoke and fire from the boiling oil pan, and study Chinese dishes that are said to have been lost for a long time.But in order to prevent blowing up the kitchen, Rosie regrettably snuffed out the fantasy and offered a more practical suggestion:
"Although the public canteens are closed, there are still a small number of shops open at night in the second district. I can go out and buy something to eat. If my memory is correct, there is a small night market nearby, which was quite lively ten years ago."
Under the dim light of the artificial moon, Rosie and Deng Huailing walked side by side on the bridge built with steel girders, a huge city like a spider web was spread out under their feet, and tunnels hanging like pale white spider silk criss-crossed in the air.The capsule train stopped running in the tunnel, and without the scream of the air scraping the train, the whole city was as quiet as an empty nest.
The flickering row of lights by the bridge illuminated their faces, and the ventilation system of East 1 sent a warm spring breeze on the ground, carrying the unique smell of dust and rock debris in the dungeon, as well as the hot water vapor in the cave.Congeals slowly in the cool night.
Not far away is the night market in Rosie's memory. The dim lights are not as prosperous as ten years ago, but they still exist.Rosie planned to come out alone and let Deng Huailing rest at home, but the other party accompanied him without any explanation, and even helped him dry his hair, and found a thick coat from the closet for him to put on.
It's late spring now, and his little lover is still worried about him being cold—Luoxi thought with a little sweet sadness, Deng Huailing has become like Rosie.In the past, he was the one who reminded the other party to eat regularly and add clothes, but Deng Huailing learned to take care of others more and more, and soon he would probably be completely spoiled and become a squeamish ghost who is at a loss when he leaves his lover.
Obviously he is five years older than Deng Huailing.Obviously when he met Deng Huailing who had just grown up, he was still a cold, withdrawn, impatient A+ hunter.
Rosie was thinking ecstatically, and let Deng Huailing hold his hand through the overpass and into the golden lights of the night market.The shops on both sides are almost withered, some have half-rolled doors, some are simply closed, and only a few are still open.
The impact of Victor's ten-year rule cannot be offset overnight after all.Although the economic situation in the second district is rapidly improving after Rosie took office, the people who are worried still haven't developed the habit of spending, especially the extra consumption in the night market.
Without customers, of course, no one runs the night business.The two walked around, but didn't come across a few open restaurants. Rosie gradually became sleepy, leaning limply on Deng Huailing's shoulder, and followed each other, her consciousness was ups and downs in the blurred sea of light.
While feeling drowsy, he suddenly felt Deng Huailing's footsteps stop.Before he could struggle to raise his head, Deng Huailing said, "This restaurant that sells macaroni and chocolate rolls has a familiar sign... Is it the same name as the one you and Robert used to go to??”