已是深夜，这些声音就变的格外清晰突兀。                                                                                画面感特强。                                                                                他不知道苏韵是不是已经习惯，还是在她一个人睡的时候也会被这些声音吵的心烦意乱，更加睡不着？…                                                                                半个小时，一个小时…也可能更多的时间都过去，路上的车也渐渐少起来，但轮胎摩擦地面的声音还是声声入耳。                                                                                他大脑清醒的就跟刚刚睡到自然醒一样。                                                                                摸过床头的手机看了眼，已经凌晨两点。                                                                                他却困意全无。                                                                                于是思忖着该做点什么。                                                                                苏韵是被一阵阵快感给弄醒的，将醒时，她以为自己做了春.梦，还深感羞.耻了一番，后来感觉不对啊。                                                                                凉飕飕的。                                                                                她这才清醒，原来不是梦。就是蒋慕承。这人，伤了还不老实歇着。                                                                                “四哥。这里隔音不好。”                                                                                蒋慕承：“我知道。我会注意。”他太低估了这里的隔音有多差，也高估了自己会有多隐忍。                                                                                苏韵再次提醒，“四哥，你注意点！”                                                                                蒋慕承还是那句：“我不傻。”