In an almost ambiguous warmth, he heard her voice——
"Uncle, can I like you?"
In the lightning flash, he suddenly woke up
His fingertips moved away from her little face neatly, and he opened her body silently, leaving a cold feeling all over her body. He avoided the topic with coldness and alienation: "You have a fever, take a good rest."
"Don't leave!" Her groggy head made her obsession even deeper, and she didn't know where she found the courage. She grabbed his sleeves vigorously and yelled almost ruthlessly, "Is it okay or not?"
He frowned, his face darkened
"I have a fever, not drunk, my head is very clear!" Her little hands tightened the hem of his shirt, and the wetness of her palms left light stains on his white clothes, crumpling his flat clothes.
Baba, "Uncle, I really like you...is it okay?"
Tong Yao tried her best to keep her eyes wide open, with a faint glimmer of water in her clear eyes. She tried hard to ignore the waves of dizziness in her head and captured any reaction on his face, but...
He is more indifferent
Finally, when she felt aggrieved and wanted to cry, Qin Muyuan's tightly pursed lips opened slightly, and a calm and low voice came to her: "Are you sober?"
"...Yeah." She was slightly startled and nodded nervously.
Qin Muyuan laughed, curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and raised a hint of sarcasm: While calling him uncle, he asked him such a question... Tong Yao, do you think it's okay?
"Then Tong Yao, listen carefully -" he paused, held her shoulders, and in her expectant eyes, spoke clearly and coldly, "No!"
The decisive words coming out of his mouth were like a bomb, blowing her heart into pieces with a bang.
My uncle doesn’t want her!
My brother-in-law doesn’t want her!!!
Her heart sank under his cold gaze, and her face suddenly turned pale. She wanted to say something, but a layer of sobs filled her throat first.
"Is this why you came to the company to talk to me today?" After a long pause, he slowly broke the silence and asked:
Tong Yao's figure couldn't help but trembled
She raised her head and wanted to explain, but when she faced his coldness, she couldn't help but keep silent. She insisted on holding back the sourness in her heart: That kind of instinctive dependence, that is, liking, so what if she said it out loud?
Are you going to be rejected by him again?
She clenched her fists, holding on to her last little dignity, and murmured in a low voice: "I have a fever, my head is dizzy, I don't know anymore..."
While speaking, she lay back down with emotion and covered her head with a quilt. Under the influence of the medicine, she really fell into a drowsy sleep. But in the hazy state, she was still praying: Just think of it all.
all fake!
She pretends that she is not clear-headed, uncle...can you pretend that I never said that?
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