Suddenly, the woman who was neither surprised nor pleased did not give an answer. So the man continued to say something.
"If not, stay with me."
There was a light flashing in his eyes, which was the stubbornness that an absolutely confident person could show without deliberately showing it; his tone was not serious, but rather like picking up something in a shopping mall and saying to the salesperson, "Give it to me"
The tone to use when getting up.
But Qin Xiaoman once again found herself realizing the seriousness in her eyes.
Just like one time, when she asked Yan Zisong why he fell in love with her, the man's eyes filled the room with a joking look, and he bit her earlobe in a low voice and told her, "I saw her the first time."
You, I just want to go to bed with you...'
If she had heard these ridiculous words ten years ago, her only reaction would have been to completely ignore and escape completely; just like she did on that cold night to Yan Zisong, who confessed his love to her for the first time.
The same.
But ten years later, after experiencing such deep-seated love, she could already look calm and normal.
In this world, it's the same with anyone except the person you love deeply; except for that person, any words of love are no different from discussing the weather.
Qin Xiaoman weakly put on a smile, not shy or apologetic, but like a customer who had no intention of buying anything responded to a merchant enthusiastically selling goods, polite and plain, "No, thank you."
I sat on the sofa in front of the TV and stayed there all night.
It wasn't until it was time to take a shower and go to bed that she discovered that she had forgotten the most urgently needed shower gel during her afternoon shopping.
The woman who picked up the keys and change from the table and was about to go to the small shop downstairs to buy a bottle for emergency use was stunned when she opened the door.
On the wall of the elevator room near the fire escape, a man was leaning against him, smoking with his head lowered. The moment the door opened, he raised his face, and it turned out to be Yan Zisong...
Qin Xiaoman subconsciously retreated to the room, and the door was quickly closed.
With his back pressed against the door, the few coins he held tightly in his hands had been kneaded into incredible shapes.
How could this happen? How could she do this? Is it serious enough to have hallucinations? Thinking about him in your head is no longer enough; now you have to add this realistic hallucination! I dream about him in large areas at night, and during the day
I kept thinking of something he said unnaturally. I thought it would gradually lessen over time, but now I even have hallucinations.
How will she live her life? She will be driven crazy by herself...
The pair of weak hands spread on her face slowly lowered them and twisted them on the doorknob. Even if it was a hallucination, she wanted to take a closer look at her face, which was clearer than in the dream; she still couldn't help but look at it again.
Open the door once.
The tall and tall man she had been dreaming about stood right in front of her. Before she could react, he had already hugged her and closed the door.
"You said, you abandoned me again, how should I punish you now?"
Yan Zisong stroked her face over and over again. Under her expression of surprise and disbelief, her tears had already slipped away without speaking.
Without waiting for the woman's answer, he had to set an example with his lips; he pressed them against the two trembling pale pink lips, patiently turning them to comfort her. Her slightly cool, salty liquid squeezed into their lips.
Intertwined, lingering on the lips of two people, that is the taste of love...
Yan Zisong wanted to hug his woman and tell her, "You don't have to do this, we can be together; there is no blood relationship, there are no problems"; but these words could not come out of his mouth.