Qin Huan has always been indifferent, calm, and neat in doing things. It is really hard to see her hesitating like this. The breath in Red's heart gradually dissipated. This kind of Qin Huan is really like the first time he met her.
, at that time, she would smile at him, her smile was so bright and cheerful that it made his heart melt.
Unlike now, in the past five years, she has become more and more calm, indifferent, and alienated. She has frozen herself in her own world and refused to be approached by everyone, especially him.
Not to mention one step, even half a step, he couldn't get close to her.
The Qin Huan in his memory finally overlapped with the current woman. His heart softened a lot, and his voice also softened, "Hurry up..."
Even he himself didn't seem to notice it. There was a hint of lingering charm in his low and hoarse voice, but Qin Huan heard it.
Her hands suddenly clenched, and the trace of disgust and embarrassment in her heart instantly turned into a wave of coldness. She suddenly stood up straight, opened her eyes and looked at Red, "Either you do it yourself, or you suffocate to death."
After that, he slowly but without explanation removed Red's hand and walked out of the bathroom.
Her movements were crisp and swift, and Red couldn't react for a while. In addition, he was sick and a little light-headed, so he had no strength to stop Qin Huan from pulling away. It wasn't until she disappeared at the door that he slowly reacted.
Immediately, his back leaned against the wall, anger welling up in one moment, but self-mockery and loss were covered up in the next second.
This woman never treated him with any tenderness, and would not even... accept his tenderness.
She doesn't love him, even...she hates him.
It's not that he doesn't know this fact, it's just that he usually ignores it, because this way he won't feel pain or get discouraged, and only then will he have the courage to continue to persevere.
He forced himself to satisfy his physical needs and left the bathroom. Qin Huan was no longer in the room. He didn't want to lie in the empty room, so he walked out.
When he passed the study, he glanced at it. There was no one inside, so he went downstairs. There was no one in the living room either. He was slightly confused, and then he looked towards the kitchen.
Through the kitchen door, you can see a figure busy inside.
Qin Huan was wearing an apron and was cooking porridge with extremely skillful movements, seasoning with one hand and stirring with the other.
Red stopped unconsciously and stood blankly at the door of the kitchen, staring blankly at Qin Huan's back. That very familiar situation that had appeared in his dreams many times in the middle of the night was the first moment he was tempted.
Time seems to have traveled back in time, the same scene, but a different touch.
Qin Huan also used to take care of him when he was sick, cooking porridge for him, checking his temperature, and wiping his sweat. She was so gentle and considerate, so gentle and pleasant.
He could even remember her smile and the slight dimples at the corners of her lips clearly.
Weren't they that good in the past? Why not now? No, everything is still possible, everything is still possible.
As long as she wants, they can go back to the past, to the happy time they had before.
Red's long legs took a step forward, and he couldn't help but spread his arms to hug Qin Huan from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his hot breath fell on her ears, and he said hoarsely: "Huanhuan, we are fine,