Chapter 17 Heartbeat Accelerates Because of His Approach
Staring at the injury on her forehead, Bingchuang Che's handsome eyebrows were deeply furrowed. He couldn't help but reach out to brush the hair away from her forehead, but his cell phone vibrated and rang. He went to the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window to answer the call and answered in a low voice.
Even so, when he turned around after answering the phone, Bai Yuxin had already woken up.
She looked at him in a daze. The light from the balcony shone on his well-fitting black suit, which seemed to be coated with a layer of warm light. It had an indescribable clean temperament. Some people are born with super strong energy.
Even the sunshine became his foil, so dazzling that she had to half-squint her eyes to look at him.
"Are you awake?" He did not come over from the balcony immediately. Instead, he half-leaned on the edge of the balcony, with his hands in his trousers pockets, assuming a very casual posture.
If it weren't for the sharp and deep light in his eyes, Bai Yuxin would have thought that he was the most approachable big brother next door at that moment.
Just three words from his mouth were enough to form a question. He didn't have too many emotions when he spoke. Even as soon as he finished speaking, his perfect and sexy thin lips were tightly pursed, making it impossible to guess who he was.
What exactly is he thinking, but it is certain that he is not a talkative person.
Bai Yuxin's answer was more concise than his question. He used three words to ask. She just blinked, indicating that she was indeed awake and heard his words.
"Oh……"
Then, he smiled lowly and walked towards her.
If she had such a light smile that never reached her eyes, if it were any other woman, she would have been dizzy. Bai Yuxin frowned lightly, feeling a little cold.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, staring at the new wound on her forehead.
"...It doesn't hurt." It really didn't hurt. Compared with the pain she felt when her adoptive parents lost money, got drunk, and vented their anger on her, this was nothing to mention.
She thought he would first pursue her for wearing his clothes without permission and staining them with blood. After all, for people with mysophobia, this should be intolerable. However, she did not expect that this extremely strange but extremely intimate man would first
Asked about her injuries. This made her stunned, but not grateful. She had not forgotten that the woman who slapped her to the ground and bruised her forehead was his exclusive maid. A maid could be so indulgent and willful.
, it must have been pampered by his master.
Thinking of this, her eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and she felt a little vaguely unhappy in her heart, but she didn't want to find out where such emotions came from.
"You will never see that servant again." He said coldly, as if he could easily understand all her inner thoughts.
And he was getting closer to her, so close that his hot breath could lightly brush against her cheek when he spoke.