这个女人就在他眼前了,他却有些心不在焉。他怎么会站在这间陌生的客厅里?深更半夜,撬人家的锁吗?他不记得曾花费过这样的心力,也绝不承认自己竟会有这样的勇气——如果可以称之为勇气的话。对于还差几个月才满十七岁的少年来说,她的的确确就是个女人了。白色软绸的裙子伏在她斜倚的腰身上,打着朵的花儿那样,低垂 The woman was at his sight, but he was absent-minded. How could he stand in this strange living room? At midnight, pry people’s locks? He did not remember having spent such an effort, he would never admit that he would have such a courage - if it can be called courage . She is indeed a woman for a teenager who is still seven months old after a few months. White soft silk dress waving in her reclining waist, the name of flower flowers, drooping