Avril's arrival, like the dew that slipped from the leaves in the morning, dripped into Lao Lei's heart, trembling and flicking, and then snapped into a long-lost rain, so that Lao Lei's noisy heart was temporarily moisturized. Looking at Avril Lavigne, who was talking and laughing in front of her, relaxed, natural and generous, the corners of Lao Lei's mouth unconsciously curved upwards in a wonderful arc.

Talk about schedules, talk about work, and scold an unknown slut together...... The two who haven't seen each other for a long time soon found their previous tacit understanding, and they got along very well, naturally and happily. But only they know that they have been wandering on the edge of the boundary, and they have tacitly guarded this boundary with each other, and no one has taken the lead in crossing it. I don't know if it's a wordless agreement between the two sides, or if no one has the courage to cross it. Friends are above, lovers are not reached, perhaps this is the most appropriate sentence to describe the relationship between the two of them at this time.

After an afternoon of chatting, the evening soon followed. If it weren't for Lao Lei's occasional glance at the big wall clock in the living room, the two who were still full of sex might still ignore the solemn protest of their respective stomachs. The two looked at each other, causing another burst of heartfelt laughter.

Then, under Avril's solemn protest, Lao Lei had to put down the phone to order takeout, put on an apron and began to walk to the refrigerator. However, he is not a loser, and without the slightest sense of ownership, he relied on his identity as an injured person to give Avril who was going to sit on the sofa and watch the play