She jumped up: "Impossible!" Cen Zhiqiao suddenly shouted, how could she hold him and prevent him from leaving?
Aunt Lan was startled, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Cen Zhiqiao looked even more frightened than she was. No, no, how could she lean into that man's arms desperately? She must have had a fever and burned out her brain.
Yes, yes, that’s it!
But - but why, that solid and warm touch seems to still linger on her fingertips. No matter how you think about it, it doesn't look like an illusion.
"Ah ah ah -" Cen Zhiqiao scratched his hair irritably. Why couldn't she tell whether it was reality or a dream?
"Madam, stop shouting and hurry up and have breakfast." Aunt Lan reminded her kindly.
"Oh, okay." Cen Zhiqiao agreed, taking her clothes and entering the bathroom. The scene just now was still in her mind, and her cheeks felt hot.
How could she do that kind of thing? It must be a dream. She comforted herself about the dream.
After washing up and going downstairs, Gu Nianchen was fully dressed and sitting at the dining table. There were several newspapers in front of him. He seemed to be reading them very seriously, and he didn't even notice Cen Zhiqiao coming downstairs.
This atmosphere made Cen Zhiqiao feel more and more embarrassed. He was also confused about the awkward things yesterday and the 'dream' that he couldn't distinguish between true and false.
She stood like that for a long time, and it wasn't until Aunt Lan finished cleaning up the room and came down from the second floor that she came back to her senses and walked quickly to the dining table.
"Uh...morning..." She pulled up her skirt and sat down, saying hello with a dry smile. After thinking about it, she felt something was wrong. It was already past ten o'clock, so it shouldn't be considered morning, right? After thinking about it, she said again
:"good afternoon."
Gu Nianchen finally raised his head, looked at her with a strange expression, and finally lowered his head again, but just said lightly: "Let's eat." Then he pushed the newspaper aside with a calm expression, took his fork and started eating breakfast.
Cen Zhiqiao also picked up the tableware, but stared at his side face in a daze. Under the faint sunlight, the sharp lines of his face softened, but no emotion could be seen.
"What's wrong?" As if he felt her gaze, Gu Nianchen suddenly raised his head. When their eyes met, Cen Zhiqiao's breathing stagnated slightly and his chest pounded.
She hurriedly lowered her head as if to cover it up and scooped two mouthfuls of porridge into her mouth. It was so hot that she almost burst into tears. She could only stick out her tongue and shake her head in confusion: "It's okay, it's okay."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips, he reached out and handed a glass of warm water over, and said calmly: "You have the ability to drink, but now you know you are afraid?"