Chapter 2407 Denial (35)
She stood up, without reacting for a while.
Subconsciously picked up the phone and checked the time, it was only past six o'clock.
Why is he here?
She walked to the door, lay on her stomach, and slowly poked her head out.
The living room is very quiet, only the slight sound of typing on the keyboard.
The position is wrong, nothing can be seen.
She listened for a while, wondering how he came.
The arm touched the door inadvertently, and the door slowly opened.
At the same time, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped.
It further complemented the excessive silence in the suite at this time, with no movement or sound.
It was so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat.
She was standing by the door when her phone vibrated suddenly.
The voice is even more abrupt, clear and loud.
She glanced at the message.
"are you awake?"
It was from him.
It was as if a surveillance camera had been installed in the room. Even though she didn't make a sound, he could detect it.
Amazing acuity, just like a cheetah.
She looked outside the door, put down her phone, and threw it back on the bed.
Fiddled with hair, walked out.
"I thought you wouldn't come tonight."
She was wearing slippers, with disheveled hair and no makeup.
As if he had no bones, he sat limply on the sofa, hugging his knees.
Only showing those beautiful and smart eyes looking at him, the slender and white wrists are wearing hair bands, and there are plasters on the back of the hands.
curled up and looked at him, like a poor little nobody wanted.
Withered.
The voices are all squeamish, huh huh.
The man who came here after work had already taken off his old-fashioned suit jacket and put it aside quietly.
He was only wearing a light blue shirt, with the top two buttons unbuttoned.
Sleeves rolled up, revealing thick arms.
It looks a little casual.
There are materials on the coffee table, and the old computer is turned on, and the screen flickers from time to time.
He still wore ugly black glasses, turned his face, and looked up at her.
Immediately, quickly avoided.
I rarely meet her eyes, and I don't know why.
"I promised you, I will keep the promise."
His voice was warm, lowered, and his articulation was gentle.
Like the quiet and introverted white shirt senior in the youth campus, even the tone of his speech is extremely comfortable.
Gentle and slow, word for word.
Inexplicably innocent, like a blank sheet of paper.
She raised her face and looked at him steadily.
He wouldn't meet her eyes, so he turned to her sideways, and his averted eyes fell on the ground covered with blankets.
The eyelashes drooped slightly, blocking his expression, making him unable to see clearly.
She looked at him and said nothing.
Suddenly, his nose moved, as if he sensed something, he looked towards the kitchen.
... Soup fragrance?
Has he cooked?
She straightened up in an instant.
"Gulu~"
My stomach rumbled just in time.
She is hungry, very hungry.
"I made pork bone soup, I don't know...whether it will suit Miss Yun's appetite."
"If Ms. Yun doesn't dislike it—"
Before he finished speaking, he was thrown down.
I was thrown down by a cat-like delicate person who was covered in the fragrance of flowers, and hugged me tightly.
Sitting on his lap again, close to him, without the slightest time to react.
His soft whispering voice stopped suddenly, and his body was visibly stiff.
The hands that wanted to push away touched her soft body.
For a split second, retract.
"Yun...Miss Yun..."
She hugged him tightly, pressed her cheek against him, and hummed.
rubbing against each other, as if in a happy mood.
(end of this chapter)