His awkward words made Qiu Mo burst into laughter, looking at him with big tearful eyes and begging: "Don't drive me away."
Leng Xiao sighed almost silently, looked at her coldly and said, "You woman, you cry and laugh sometimes, what do you want."
Qiu Mo blushed in embarrassment, but she was happy in her heart. She moved slightly to the inside of the bed, leaving a little space between her and him. Such an obvious place seemed to be waiting for him.
It's like someone came to fill it up.
How could Leng Xiao fail to see what she was thinking? He raised his eyes to meet her expectant look. He felt that some nerve in him must have gone crazy, so he slowly moved his tall body over and was about to sit down. Suddenly
I heard a scream outside: "Brother Xiao."
Without thinking much, he turned around and rushed out the door.
The breath brought by the flying clothes was blown into Qiu Mo's nose by the wind. She was in a trance as if she was hallucinating. At that moment, he must have wanted to sit down, even if it was just for a moment on her bed. Thinking of this
She would feel excited about every scene, and the slightest change between them could ignite the gradually extinguished flame in her heart, even if it was close to ashes.
"Brother Xiao." Leng Xiaotian ran over when he heard the sound of the door opening. He threw himself into Leng Xiao's arms without hesitation. As if he was extremely frightened, he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Xiao, I heard a terrible sound.
,I am really scared."
Leng Xiao stiffened, his thick brows furrowed, he pulled Leng Xiaotian's shoulders and pushed her away, and his strong figure walked quickly downstairs.
"Brother Xiao." Leng Xiaotian didn't expect that Leng Xiao would push her away without saying a word. His face was filled with grievances for a moment, and he stood there with his little fists clenched, not knowing what to do.
Qiu Mo moved off the bed and walked to the door to collect the things that had been scattered on the ground. Due to her physical inconvenience, it was a bit difficult for her to squat down. She supported her waist with one hand and slowly picked up the messy clothes with the other.
With a bang, Leng Xiaotian kicked the door in. Regardless of the situation, he grabbed the clothes she had just picked up and threw them aside. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he stepped on them with his slippered feet.
The desk lamp, which was already twisted and deformed, was completely scrapped.
Qiu Mo's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, her eyes flashed with distress and anger. She raised her head and stared at Leng Xiaotian with cold eyes.
Leng Xiaotian was shocked when she saw her like this. She always thought that the woman in front of her was a soft persimmon who could be stepped on and pinched at will, because Brother Xiao didn't like her and she was not good-looking, but when she saw her just now,
Her eyes are sharp and sharp, and she doesn't look like the kind of little resentful woman who can suppress bullies.
She took a step back, her expression a little unnatural. As her feet moved away, Qiu Mo lowered her head and picked up the lamp from the ground.
She looked at the broken and trampled place for a long time, then silently turned around and returned to the bed, then found the toolbox from the drawer, and sat there to repair it carefully.
It took Leng Xiaotian a long time to come to his senses, but he obviously lost his confidence when he spoke, "Hey, what trick did you use? What is living at the end of the corridor on the second floor?"
Qiu Mo did her job again, her eyes and voice had returned to calmness, and she simply replied: "Miss Leng, I don't know."