The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Jiang Li'an wanted to borrow a candle and a lighter.

   The safety passage sign in the corridor exudes a faint green light, and the boundless darkness swallows people. Jiang Li'an swallowed, and subconsciously tightened the collar of the windbreaker, listening to the knock on the door echoing in the silence: "Hello?"

  Please, open the door.

   This will really scare people to death.

  The door opened from the inside, and the person who came to open the door was an unfamiliar boy. He looked about 20 years old, quite young, with good features, and a very gentle and ordinary appearance.

   When he saw her, he was stunned: "Who are you?"

  The door was ajar, and Jiang Li'an could still hear loud talking, laughing and scolding, a little noisy, there were quite a lot of people, it sounded like a gathering of friends, and the voices were all young boys mixed together.

  Jiang Li'an looked at him and paused for a while. He didn't expect his neighbor to look like this...

   In her impression, from what the other party said to the tone of voice, he was probably an 18- or 19-year-old male high school student, perhaps a little colder and arrogant, and perhaps a little more drawn when he laughed.

   is a bit like Shen Qingzhuo.

  I didn't expect that the real person was so gentle!

   is like the big brother next door.

   completely subverted Jiang Li'an's impression!

"Hello." Jiang Li'an came back to his senses, looked at this face, and then thought of the conversation in WeChat, his mood was a little subtle, and he sorted out his words: "I'm the next door neighbor, do you have any extra candles in your house? I can purchase."

   "Wait," the man said.

From behind him, he can see the living room, the power is off, the vision is dim, and it is vaguely discernible that the space is very large, decorated in cool tones of black, white and gray, the home of a boy who lives alone, there are several boys sitting on the huge sofa, there are also on the chairs, on the coffee table Stacked with tobacco and alcohol, they talked, bowed their heads and played games, their voices were lazy and noisy.

  On the far left of the sofa, there is a person sitting alone, half of his body is sunk into the soft sofa, hidden in the dark and unable to see his expression, his posture is very relaxed, and his outline is deep and cold.

   He was holding the phone in his left hand, swiping on the screen, the other hand holding a cigarette, the scarlet flickering between his fingers, lining the thin and slender knuckles, he never raised his head from beginning to end, indifferent.

   His voice was absent from the crowd of noisy voices.

   Obviously it was a very lively atmosphere, but it was frozen on his side, and he seemed to be in a bad mood, but that didn't stop him, he was the center of everyone, and they all revolved around him.

   "Fuck, Kim Eunze, you **** **** me."

   "I didn't watch!"

   "Come, come, start a group!"

   "Brother, what are you doing tonight? Are you in a bad mood? I almost thought I owed you five million."

   "When he's in a bad mood, he's like this. It won't be because he broke up with his partner. Fuck me, no, brother, you will be dumped one day too?!!"

   Those voices came to Jiang Li'an's ears, and she couldn't help but look at that person more.

   The living room was so dark that Jiang Li'an couldn't see his face clearly, but he raised his foot and kicked the person who was talking, his movements were a little cold and ruffian.

   From the perspective of his body shape, he is an extremely superior type. He is cold and decadent, not easy to mess with, and has a youthful air.

   Dumped? How miserable!

   If you look handsome, you will be slag.

   Jiang Li'an couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to him, but on the other hand, there was an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, why does this person look so much like her object?

  Impossible, how could Shen Qingzhuo appear next to her!

  Jiang Li'an can only attribute this absurd feeling to his hallucination because he misses his boyfriend too much.

   She looked back and waited for someone.

  The boy who opened the door rummaged through the box for a while and shouted, "Brother Zhuo, where are the candles in your house?"

  ——Who are you calling?

   "The far left, the second drawer below, take it yourself." The indifferent voice sounded, shattering Jiang Li'an's last fantasy.

  What a coincidence, this person not only looks like her boyfriend, but also has the same voice!

   Ming Feiyi snorted, went to the boy's side to find a candle, scolded the boys beside him, winked, and lowered his voice.

"Look at the door, beauty! This little sister is real, isn't she better than those big stars? I took the legs, white and straight, when did you have such a beautiful neighbor? Do you have WeChat? I want!"

  Shen Qingzhuo's fingers operating the game suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at the door!

  The girl stood there a little embarrassed, the whole living room and even the corridor were pitch black because of the power outage, she was so white that she glowed.

From the dim perspective, she was wearing a long trench coat, and the exposed calves and legs were extremely beautiful. She felt a little damp for some reason, and her whole body was damp. looking into the house.

   Eyes meet.

Shen Qingzhuo stared at her, not even knowing when the game characters were killed. His teammates hurriedly turned on the microphone and cursed. The voice resounded in the living room in the chaotic background. He directly turned off the phone, threw it on the coffee table, and issued bang.

   The other boys who were startled all looked at him, and the atmosphere was briefly quiet.

   "What's the matter, Brother Zhuo?"

   "You hang up?!!!"

  Jiang Li'an took a half step back, his brain was still in confusion, he couldn't believe that he would see Shen Qingzhuo here.

Sitting on the sofa, he has a neat and deep outline. Even in the dark, he is far more noticeable than others. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at her with short broken hair. His eyes were dark, very aggressive and Dangerous, as if she would be pierced in the next second.

   The smoke between his slender fingers was a little scarlet like a cold flame in his eyes, and the faintly lingering smoke cast an indifferent shadow on the bridge of his tall nose.

   With that bang, it was not only the boys who woke up, but Jiang Li'an as well.

   She licked the corner of her lower lip with difficulty, her heartbeat was bulging, and she always felt like she was going to finish it.

   "Brother Zhuo, are you going to help me get WeChat? I don't need to ask for it myself..." Ming Feiyi was particularly moved.

  Shen Qingzhuo stood up straight, put out the cigarette, and walked to the door step by step.

   That body shape, that walking posture.

   Jiang Li'an involuntarily took a small step back.

   walked to Jiang Li'an, the white sneakers approached her toes.

   He lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Li'an from top to bottom, and then moved from his legs to her face: "Neighbor?"

  's voice is very casual.

   That kind of eyes are very unscrupulous, indifference and desire are intertwined into a sway with special meaning.

   As if he just glanced at him, he took off all his clothes.

   "Uh, yes..."

   He was very tall, so standing in front of her like this, he felt oppressive, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body.

   Jiang Li'an was a little stunned, and lost his speech system in an instant.

She had just finished taking a shower, her slightly curly hair was wet and scattered behind her, and water droplets dripped along the ends of her hair. Her face was bright and delicate, her eyes were misty, her lips were red, and she looked at Shen Qingzhuo blankly. .

   Those eyes made Shen Qingzhuo see a fire.

   "What would you like to borrow."