After drinking two drinks, he got up and returned to the living room.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, and she could be seen standing in the center of the room, her arms leaning on the railings, and her long hair floating out.
The shawl I was wrapped in was also blown by the wind.
Looking at her back, I couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
Mo Shiqian stood and stared for a while, but still didn't walk over. He turned around and lifted the suitcase into the master bedroom.
About forty minutes later, the man came out of the master bedroom wearing a bathrobe. She was still lying in her anxious arms with her head tilted. The lights in Jiangcheng had not yet been extinguished, and the world was full of prosperity.
But she stood there, as if standing outside the bustling city, with a deserted look all over her body.
He walked out anyway.
When Chi Huan heard the noise, he turned around and said suddenly, "Is it very late? What time is it... Go back to sleep. You have something to do tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he walked past him.
The moment they passed each other, the man reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Mo Shiqian's action was subconscious, but when he touched her wrist, he realized how cold it was. He frowned and said, "It's so cold, why don't you go inside?"
The cold wind has been blowing for forty minutes. Although it is not cold today, it is already cool in the autumn evening.
Her hand was held in his, generous and warm.
Chi Huan looked up at him, "It's not cold, the sea breeze is quite comfortable."
The man pulled her in, and with his other hand smoothly closed the French window and closed the curtains together.
There was a wall clock hanging on the wall as a decoration in the living room. Chi Huan glanced at the time and said, "It's already eleven o'clock. It's time to go to bed."
He didn't check the time, just looked down at her, "Yeah."
Chi Huan lowered his head and his eyes fell on his hand that was held by him... I don't know if he forgot it by the way, or...
"Do you have anything else to tell me, or do you want me to do something?"
"No."
"Oh, then you forgot to let go of my hand."
Mo Shiqian lowered his head and glanced at the hands held by the two of them, but still didn't let go, "What do you mean when you say you love me?"
"Does loving you mean anything else?"
"What do you mean you're not going to have anything to do with me?"
"Well... you and I are both old. If we are not going to get married, we really shouldn't delay each other. I know it is very difficult for you to marry me. As for me... I grew up here, I have lived here for twenty-six years, and all my relationships and careers are here... I don’t know... "
I didn’t say the whole thing, but the people listening naturally understood.
When it comes to whether Paris is far or not, it’s very close once you go there, but it’s far away if you stay there forever.
Leaving your hometown for a man... requires too much courage, and requires giving up too much. It's not that you can't do it absolutely, it's just...
She lowered her eyebrows, and her long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, blocking the expression in her eyes.
Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "Do you want me to marry you and stay in Lancheng for you?"
Chi Huan was startled and looked up at him, "I didn't think so..."
It was obviously extremely unrealistic for him to stay in Lancheng for her, and she had never thought about it.
If she didn't think so, what did she think
Mo Shiqian stared at her face, pursed his thin lips tightly, and after a while he calmly said, "Sleep in the master bedroom."
Chi Huan, "..."
She lowered her head and raised it again, a little shocked, "You... want me to sleep with you?"
He looked at her surprised expression and asked expressionlessly, "What's the problem?"
"No... do you believe what I said?"
Although she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, based on her intuition, she felt that Mo Shiqian couldn't say he didn't believe her, but he couldn't say he did.
Mo Shiqian frowned, "Can't I believe it if I don't say it?"
"Oh... no."
The man's brows relaxed a little, and he hummed, but still didn't let go of her hand. He took her hand and walked into the bedroom.
When he reached the door, Chi Huan stopped.
Mo Shiqian thought she was going to regret it, so he looked down at her and said in a deep voice, "What?"
"I'll go back and brush my teeth. Everything I brought is over there."
His face looked better now, but he still didn't let go and pulled her into the second bedroom.
Chi Huan didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't ask any more.
"You go and wash up, and I'll carry the things over."
She looked up at him and said a nice word.
Only then did the man let go.
Chi Huan had already taken a shower, washed himself and put on skin care products before, but he just picked him up and had dinner. He only needed to brush his teeth and wash his face.
After she finished cleaning up, Mo Shiqian was smoking on the bedside. The dim light and blue-white smoke lingered around him, like a post-processed shot in a movie. His handsome face was mature, sexy, and tinged with emotion. Incomprehensible depth.
When he saw her coming in, he looked up, snuffed out the unburned cigarette in his hand, and said softly to her, "It's late, go to bed."
Chi Huan closed the door smoothly, then lifted off the thin quilt and climbed into bed.
The man stretched out his long arm and pressed the main switch. All the lights went out instantly, and his vision suddenly became dark.
The bed in the hotel is so big that there is a considerable distance between two people sleeping on both ends.
After an unknown amount of time, Chi Huan still leaned towards him in the darkness, her soft body nestled against the man's waist, but he did not move. He was breathing evenly in the darkness, as if he had fallen asleep.
After running around all day, she was indeed tired and slowly fell asleep.
The bright moon hung in the night, not too bright, but still with a faint glow. After your eyes got used to the darkness a little, you could vaguely see the general outline of the house.
He lowered his head and stared at the woman in his arms.
Her body was close to his, and her bare arms seemed to still have the coolness of the cold night wind. He couldn't help but cover them with his palms, and raised his other hand, stroking her face with his fingers.
[Mo Shiqian, I love you.]
[I always love you.]
It wasn't until her cold, boneless hand finally slowly became warm in his palm that he lowered his head and pressed his thin lips to her forehead in the quiet darkness.
As if this was not enough, he let go of her hand, hugged her waist instead, then held her face, kissed her from the center of her eyebrows to her closed eyes, then her straight nose, sweet lips, and then It spread to the entire soft face, and finally buried his head in the hair on her shoulders, sniffing her scent deeply.