Instantly made his life a lot easier. When 329 finds out that he has become the only resident of the new employee dormitory (comfortable environment and remote location) for some reason, and his work card is registered as attendance every time he is absent, he is absolutely sure who has benefited from this job.
The turn of spring and summer is quite busy, and most people in the shelter come and go in a hurry, and Asha is no exception. She often complained that she was too busy, and put her head on 329's lap, asking him to give her a massage. 329 has never learned any massage skills, so rather than doing a massage to relieve fatigue, it would be better to say that he is just randomly rubbing Yasha's head and stroking her hair. Asha closed her eyes and sighed, looking contented.
High technology can make her still radiant, and she can't see fatigue from her appearance, but 329 can see a little bit from her actions and demeanor. Probably because of the familiarity, Yasha is not as dignified in front of him as before, she can suddenly collapse in any corner of his dormitory, like a boneless cat.
"It's so busy." She leaned on the sofa, leaning on 329's lap, "I'm exhausted, some things really need to be done by myself to know how troublesome it is."
The girl never said what she was up to, and 329 never asked, despite speculation. Fifteen years old, the poor are working hard, ordinary people are still in middle school, and the children of the rich and powerful have probably tried to learn from their parents to take over the family business. Technology can compress the time of learning many times, as long as you can pay enough costs.
"Is there anything I can do?" 329 said.
There was clearly nothing he could do about Asha's busyness, but he wished he could do something to improve her mood. Yasha played with his fingers and smiled softly, the vibration in his chest spreading to his legs. She said, "You've been doing a great favor by being here!" (JNe? (H
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"When you fully master these new things, you won't be so tired anymore." 329 comforted.
"Yeah, wait until I get the hang of it," Yasha said, sounding half confident and half upset, burying her face in her arms like an ostrich with its head in the sand. 329 laughed silently, brushing her hair with his fingers.
That red hair is fluffy and curly, reaching shoulders and not reaching waist, she finds it troublesome if it is longer, and she doesn't like it if it is shorter. The braids were not tied up now, and the long hair fell behind Asha like a fiery waterfall. Fingers combed in, fingers submerged, sunk in a sea of fluffy soft plush.
Yasha's back rose and fell gently. She lay on her stomach for a while, took a long breath, and fell asleep like that. Since she started to be busy, she reduced the time she took 329 out, but increased the number of times she spent the night with him. There is a big bed in the dormitory, so she doesn't need to bring much to sleep here. 329 continued to sit on the sofa for a while, then carefully pulled out, picked her up, and laid her flat on the bed. Sleeping on your stomach is not a good sleeping position. Even if you don't wake up with chest tightness, you will have a backache tomorrow morning.
She didn't wake up at all when she was moved, and neither did 329 when she covered her with a quilt. 329 tucked in the quilt and dimmed the lights, but didn't turn them off completely. Under the dim light, Sleeping Beauty fell asleep and clicked her lips in her sleep.
A strand of curly hair hung on Asha's forehead, flew up when she exhaled, and fell when she inhaled. Yasha has unruly hair, and after seeing her disheveled, 329 knows why she has to braid her hair neatly—it's not that her hair would look bad if it was loose. She looks like a princess when she has her hair up, but she looks too lively when she wears her hair, as if she can run, jump and roll on the grass with bare feet in the next moment, with grass leaves on her head as decoration.
329 pushed the curly hair to the side, and as soon as he took his hand away, the hair ran back again. He struggled with the hair for a few minutes before throwing up his hands in surrender and letting it sit there, biting him triumphantly. "Where I want to be!" 329 imagined the declaration of the hair, the tone and voice were exactly the same as its owner.
The young alpha has taken over his bed, and it feels so different from meeting you for the first time, like a bird perched on your windowsill. The previous low-rent housing had no windows, but the workshop had one. It was small, undecorated, and bare concrete spaces. If a bird is parked in such a window, the feeling will be completely different. 329 can't say it out, it means "something is there".
He wanted to touch Asha's cheek like he wanted to touch the back of a sparrow's head. When Yasha was awake, he also allowed him to touch the top of her head and hair, but he hadn't tried her cheeks. In the twilight, her face was pink like petals, and the fine down on her face looked very soft. 329 stretched out her hand subconsciously, and then retracted it. His fingers were rough and callused, he hesitated, and touched her with the back of his hand.
Asha opened her eyes at this moment.
She opened her eyes and looked at 329, 329 prayed that the other party didn't wake up. He immediately withdrew his hand, and before he could stop looking at Yasha and his expression, Yasha looked at him in astonishment, and blurted out: "Are you in love with me?"
It can be seen from this that she is indeed not fully awake, otherwise she would not have said this to the world. 329 smiled stiffly, and couldn't think of any witty words to get over it. He didn't have time to crack the joke, and missed the opportunity to immediately deny it. If anything was worse, it was the look on Asha's face.
She sat up, blinking constantly. She was visibly surprised and hesitant. Yasha is an inexplicable person, but her emotions and expressions are often open to 329, and 329 gradually learns to read her. He still couldn't guess her next move or specific thoughts, but at least he could read Asha's face.
A face troubled by the unexpected.
329's heart skipped a beat, and he fell straight down.
A decisive and eloquent person like her sometimes hesitates to speak. Asha was clearly stumped, probably torn between her politeness and self-cultivation, and didn't know what to say. "Uh..." she said. Just looking at her, 329 is like a punctured hot water bottle, the heat from his body is quickly leaving him. When she opened her mouth again, 329 finally couldn't take it anymore, he stood up suddenly and said, "I remembered that I didn't turn off the tap."
He fled, ran into the bathroom, and turned on the tap. The turbulent water surged out, like a thunderclap in the night. The water pressure in the dormitory was much higher than that in the rented room, and 329 obviously forgot about this in his panic. He hurriedly turned off the tap, it was already late, the sound of water could be heard outside, and he told a stupid lie.
329 wiped his face and closed his eyes. Asha's face seemed to be engraved on the retina, and it popped out as soon as she closed her eyes.
"I love you so much" "Because I like you" "My honor" "It's good that you are here"...
If you really think so, will you react like that when you find out that you might be loved
Surprise, regret, dilemma, in fact, there are also surprises, but the first few emotions are too eye-catching, and 329 can't understand. Feeling sorry while being happy? Embarrassed while being pleasantly surprised? If you understand "surprise" as something else, it will be easy to explain.
Asha said she loved him more than once. Even if she knows that she shouldn't care about it, occasionally 329 will want to ask: "Why do you love me?" Standing on the sidelines, 329 doesn't think there is anything cute about herself, let alone a powerful person like Yasha, she may Get what you want. He is no longer young, scarred and lifeless. If he has to say, maybe he has the sense of accomplishment of saving the bottom people and the freshness of the rich picking up trash. 329 occasionally has the urge to ask, but he doesn't know how to ask, and he doesn't even think about it very much. As I said before, people always have to think about it.
Asha's expression is like the answer to this question.
Freshness, desire to conquer, maybe she likes the fact that "he doesn't love her". He is a checkpoint. The rich and powerful young alpha has found a long-term challenge for herself. She didn't expect that the target of the attack would fall so quickly. She hadn't played enough, and the game passed the level.
What a joy, what a pity, what a dilemma. She liked him quite a bit, and she didn't intend to end it so soon.
329 turned on the faucet, and the water jet scattered on the sink, making a splashing sound. He let his mind go blank for a while, and then turned off the tap. The water bill is not cheap. He should start thinking something useful, he doesn't have the luxury of being phony about survival. But he couldn't control his brain for the time being, and there was chaos there.
He felt... naked, better than the first orgasm under Asha, he seemed to be naked, opened by a sharp knife from throat to belly, completely open. The internal organs fell out, clattering—"Are you in love with me?"—he knelt on the ground in vain, trying to stuff his heart, liver, intestines and stomach back into his body.
He screwed up.
There were footsteps coming from outside, 329 lowered his head and turned on the faucet, and began to wash his hands. Arms wrapped around him from behind, and he paused to watch the water run through his fingers and into the drain.
"I just received a message that I have to go back." Asha said behind him.
She didn't talk about what happened just now. No matter what she hesitated about, she had already made a decision at this moment.
"I'll be very busy recently, and I may not have much time to visit you." Yasha said slowly, as if she was considering her words, "Please... don't worry, everything will be fine!"
"Okay." 329 said.
She probably won't come again.
11. "Yes."
One thing 329 didn't guess right, he saw Asha again two weeks later. The little girl held his arm with a smile, as if nothing happened before she left last time. another thing 3