In the evening, Sister-in-law Lin was busy making dinner in the kitchen.

Yan Shiqi wanted to help, but she politely refused to push out of the kitchen.

It seems to be disgusted.

The sky is getting late, the dusk fills the room with gold through the window, and in the twilight haze, the clouds are stacked in the corners of the sky, and the inkstone Shiqi closes his eyes a little sleepily to ease his mind.

In less than three minutes, she opened her eyelids and looked at the dim sunset, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

She got up, walked upstairs with her slippers, stepped up the steps, hesitated for a second, then turned around and ran to the kitchen, "Sister-in-law Lin, after cooking in a while, you can go back first, don't wait to clean up." ”

"Huh?" Sister-in-law Lin, who was stir-frying, looked at her in surprise, stir-fried the bottom of the pot twice, thought of some possibilities, nodded her head clearly, and smiled happily, "Okay, then I'll leave after cooking." ”

Yan Shiqi leaned on the kitchen door and caught Sister-in-law Lin's joyful expression of 'young man, I understand', and was stunned for a moment.

The corners of her lips twitched, trying to explain something, and suddenly she realized that there was no silver here.

"Ahem, I'll go upstairs first!"

couldn't stand Sister-in-law Lin's ambiguous eyes, Yan Shiqi turned around quickly, tripped over slippers without checking for a while, and trotted upstairs with a blushing face.

Sister-in-law Lin, who was stir-frying, smiled enviously and shook her head, it's good to be young.

......

Half an hour later, Sister-in-law Lin cooked the meal, put it in the insulated cabinet, said hello to Yan Shiqi, and left Linhu Bay in a hurry.

It was past 7 o'clock, and he hadn't come back yet.

Yan Shiqi sat in front of the dressing mirror, carefully pulled the fluffy hair behind his head, and hooked two strands of broken hair above the collarbone in his ears, which were graceful and delicate.

She took the perfume and wiped it on her wrist, rubbed her wrists for a moment, and then stepped forward to sniff it.

And behind the ears, also wiped a little.

It is said on the Internet that this is the position where the male incense must be applied.

Yan Shiqi painted eye makeup, her eyes were already round and clear, and the natural curve of peach blossom eyes was outlined by the eyeliner, becoming more and more charming.

She looked at herself with satisfaction, got up and walked to the closet and began to rummage through her dress.

Blue, watery, but not bewitching enough.

Pink, pure, but not eye-catching enough.

Picking and choosing several colors, in the end, Yan Shiqi's eyes sat on a set of pure black silk dressing gowns.

This one, which she never wore at home, was given by the brand as a gift from the brand for all the models during the Milan Fashion Week shoot.

The pure black fluorescent glossy skirt rippled like ripples when it swayed, and the ribbon at the waist was half-hung, which made her inadvertently think of the effect of wearing it.

Well, that's it.

In order to match this nightgown, Yan Shiqi also deliberately changed to a set of black underwear, wearing the nightgown on her body, and the ribbons were impartially embellished on both sides of the waistline, perfectly lining her exquisite curves.

At half past seven, Qin Baiyu came back.

Stepping into the hallway, the man's eyes fell into the living room, and he didn't see Yan Shiqi's figure.

Further inside, she was nowhere to be seen in the lighted kitchen.

At this time, the man who had just taken off his coat heard the movement from the second-floor spiral staircase, moved his eyes to his gaze, and his breath sank with just one look.

It was still dark, and there was no light in the living room. Outside the sky was almost cyan dimness, except for the bright light from the kitchen that poured half of the warm yellow through the crack in the open door.

In such a pale clear light, a slender figure at the staircase on the second floor stood like a shaoguang.

The man stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the woman who was walking up the steps.

She wore a silk skirt with a swaying floor, a nightgown tied with a ribbon, her figure was slender and measured, and a pair of long white legs loomed between the skirt lines when she walked......