[R18] Upstairs and downstairs (1v1) h – “Upstairs, Downstairs (1v1)h” Is this your girlfriend?! [English]

Fu Xianling wandered outside for almost fifteen minutes, and then bought a box of Winnie the Pooh band-aids from the jewelry store in front of the school. While picking out hair bands, she received a call from Yu Xiangxi.

“Have you finished eating?” she asked.

Yu Xiangxi’s voice was hoarse and slightly drunk from the wine. It sounded very pleasant when it came through the radio, “Sister, where are you?”

“It’s in an accessory store across from your school.” She picked out a few apple hair ties and went to check out. Other boys’ voices came to her ears, “Miss! Where are you? Come out and let us take a look!”

“Lu Shengteng! Give me back my phone!” Yu Xiangxi’s voice said.

Fu Xianling felt relieved. She smiled and said to the other end of the phone, “Are you still in the eating place? Don’t move there.”

After hanging up the phone, she scanned the QR code to pay, holding the small jewelry bag in her hand, and then walked towards the door of the restaurant where Yu Xiangxi and her classmates were eating.

From a distance, I saw the boy standing at the door with his coat in his hands. His white shirt made his face blush, and even his eyes were red.

The buttons on his collar were fastened meticulously, and the dark blue tie was clipped to his shirt with a golden clip. As he bent over, the shirt tightened, faintly revealing the strong texture lines underneath.

He picked up the rose hair tie on the ground and put it on his wrist. During today’s competition, he took off the hair tie and put it in his pocket. When he just took out his mobile phone, he accidentally dropped the hair tie.

He often pressed Fu Xianling in the bathroom to do it. In order to avoid getting her hair wet, he found the rose hair tie he bought before from her makeup box and wore it on his wrist every day.

“It can’t be she, right?” A voice came from the discussion.

Yu Xiangxi looked back and saw that Fu Xianling was walking over from a short distance away. She was carrying a small jewelry bag and was wearing a beige dress. Even in a loose dress, she could tell that she had a great figure. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, making her face indescribably gentle and charming. She had a smile on her lips and her eyes were watching him from a distance. Seeing him raise his head, the arc of the corners of her lips deepened.

“Holy shit!” The roommate came over and bumped his arm, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise and shock, “Yu Xiangxi! Is this your girlfriend?!”

This temperament alone puts him ahead of all the girlfriends of his roommates.

Yu Xiangxi nodded, “Yes.”

I don’t know if it’s because of drinking, but he really wants to call her my wife.

Fu Xianling walked over with a smile and said hello to several people. Then she stood in front of him, stretched out her hand and touched his face, “How much wine did you drink?”

Yu Xiangxi rubbed her palm and said honestly: “Two bottles.”

Fu Xianling checked the temperature of his forehead and made sure there was nothing wrong. Then he turned around and asked the other person, “Do you want to go somewhere else to play next?”

The girlfriends of several roommates didn’t look very good. First of all, Fu Xianling didn’t carry any brand-name bags, but she exuded the noble temperament of a rich person. Moreover, she was holding a cheap jewelry bag, but she didn’t look tacky at all.

“I’m not going, I’m not going.” Several roommates said to her with a smile, “Well, Yu Xiangxi drank too much. You can take him back. Do you want us to help?”

One of the roommates had a car. He immediately took out his car keys, pointed to a car not far away and said, “Come on, how about I give you a ride?”

Fu Xianling chuckled and shook her head, “No, I drove here.”

“Ah, that’s it.”

Several roommates did not take Fu Xianling’s words seriously, thinking that the car should cost only two to three hundred thousand yuan. When they saw Fu Xianling helping Yu Xiangxi walk to the car, their eyes gradually widened.

“That car belongs to her?”

“…It seems so.”

“What’s the number of that car?”

“…Seven figures.”