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在床下的月下不算——他还说边说边笑,自问自答,“不,她不敢,那么……就表示她还躲在这间方才让曲练踹开房门才得以进来的房间里。”
                                                                                                                                                                斐知画坐在床上,沉沉的“咿呀”声让月下觉得上方仿佛有块千斤沉的巨岩压着,他的双腿像两条铁栅将她关着无法动弹。
                                                                                                                                                                “我想,月下应该不会笨到躲床底下才是,那里可是头一个会被找着的地方呢。”
                                                                                                                                                                月下没听出他语气里的戏谑,倒抽凉气,立刻狠狠咬住自己的手背,不出声。
                                                                                                                                                                糟了糟了,她就要被斐知画找到了——她要不要干脆自己现在先出去,装出一副“咦,你怎么在我房里?”的吃惊嘴脸,他要是多问,就说她是在床底下找一支滚下去的毫笔……呀呀——这么蹩脚的理由连她自己都不相信了,斐知画又不是呆子,他会信才有鬼!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           可是、可是她有义务向他解释她的行为吗?她讨厌他又不是一天两天的事,为了不和他独处,她会逃会躲才是正常的呀!谁会心甘情愿和讨厌的人待在同一栋楼里,他该有自知之明嘛,所以、所以他当然不能期待她会高高兴兴赏他好脸色呀!
                                                                                                                                                                再说、再说,她也没必要担心他找到她之后会摆什么脸色给她看,因为他从来不生气的,不管她多任性、多刁难,他都没发过脾气,还不是老冲着她傻笑,笨死了!被她指着鼻头骂也不回嘴,笨死了!
                                                                                                                                                                而且、而且——月下心里的嘀咕还没“而且”完,眼神已经对上了弯下腰,一头乌黑长发几乎披垂到地的斐知画。
                                                                                                                                           

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