The pupils of Wen Yi's eyes slowly focused, but they were still a little distracted when looking at him. She didn't know whether she was really looking at him or "watching" him thinking about other things.
When Mo Shichen thought she was going to express her resistance to him in this way, she held her forehead and slowly sat up. Maybe it was because she had just gotten up, or she hadn't drank water for too long, so her voice was a little hoarse. , still a little astringent, she hummed and said, "You order, I'll go wash up."
After saying that, she didn't even look at him. She opened the quilt and got out of bed to look for shoes.
Mo Shichen had already gotten out of bed one step ahead of her, standing on one side and looking down at her, "Let's go to the restaurant outside to eat."
She wore slippers and pulled out the hair that had fallen into her clothes. Her eyelids were drooped, as if she hadn't woken up, "I don't want to go."
The man was quiet for a while, but still controlled his emotions and spoke to her in the gentlest tone, "The food in the hotel tastes average, and the environment in the restaurant is better."
Without looking at him, she walked straight past him towards the bathroom, leaving only a faint sentence, "I'll just have something to eat. If you don't want to eat in the hotel, go out by yourself."
Wen Yi didn't change her clothes after washing up. She was still wearing a nightgown and a long shawl. The water on her face was still wet, and her hair might have been combed with her fingers. Although it wasn't messy, it was close to her usual appearance. Despite the meticulous neatness, there are still obvious gaps.
Naturally, it was impossible for Mo Shichen to leave to the restaurant alone. He stood on the balcony outside the living room, looking down at the bustling river view with calm eyes. It was not until there was a slight movement behind him that he turned around and walked back to the living room. inside.
"Lunch has been ordered and should be delivered shortly."
She hummed without raising her head, and then sat on the sofa. She didn't turn on the TV or pick up the magazine from the coffee table. Even her cell phone seemed to be left in the bedroom because there was no place to put it on her clothes. , and she was empty-handed.
Sitting like this, she was neither imageless nor sluggish, but she also did not follow the elegant sitting posture that she had formed a habit of before.
She closed her eyes and let her body lean against the back of the sofa without saying a word. She waited just for the sake of waiting, and did not show any expression of impatience. But even so, she still clearly conveyed a sense of dejection and tiredness. meaning.
Mo Shichen stood by the door between the balcony and the living room and looked at her for a long time. His handsome eyebrows were deeply furrowed and his thin lips tightened unconsciously.
He walked towards her with his long legs, sat down next to her, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you sad that I forced you last night?"
Wen Yi opened her eyes, looked at him flatly for a while, and asked, "I see, are you sad?"
She didn't feel that she was in a sad state of mind.
Mo Shichen looked into her eyes, looked at her, and then said, "Why did you sleep until now?"
She propped her head on her elbows, half-closed her eyes, and said in a casual tone, "I think there's nothing I can do. Sleeping is both comfortable and killing time. Isn't it great?"
After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Aren't you going to find Mo Shiqian?"
Wen Yi looked up at him and smiled faintly, "Isn't it just what you want?"
"In that case," he sat next to her, and naturally what he saw was her side face, "come back to Paris with me, and let's stop making trouble?"
Her faint smile deepened, and then she replied calmly and indifferently, "You have the ability to take me back, but don't expect me to be willing."
She had indeed planned to go to Mo Shiqian last night, but for some reason, after being pressured by him twice, she seemed to have lost her energy. She didn't want to go to anything she could or should do. After doing it, I would rather lie on the bed with the quilt rolled up and sleep endlessly.
No need to think about anything, no need to face anything.
Pretty good too.
Although he vaguely felt something last night, Mo Shichen was not sure until now that this woman seemed to have used her weariness and fatigue to erect a new barrier between them.
Lunch was quickly delivered by the hotel waiter, and Wen Yi stood up and sat down in the restaurant.
Everything she ordered was what she liked. The food in this hotel was indeed average as Mo Shichen said. It was not particularly delicious, but it was not unpalatable either. Wen Yi lowered her head to eat, and it seemed that she did not have a good appetite. His expression showed that he ate very slowly and very little.
Because they were in China, he ordered a meal. She touched every dish and reluctantly finished a small bowl of rice.
During the whole process, she didn't look at him or say a word to him.
After the meal, she put down the tableware, took her mobile phone to the study and called Mother Wen for more than ten minutes. She just opened the door casually, her voice was not high, and Mo Shichen stood outside the door for a while, and did not continue to steal. listen.
After ending the call, she poured herself a glass of warm water. After drinking it three times, she put down the glass and walked back to the bedroom—
Mo Shichen stood beside the sofa and called her, "Wen Yi."
She paused and looked back at him. She didn't speak, but asked with an indifferent expression, "What's the matter?"
"Don't tell me that you are going to bed again."
She looked away, turned around and continued walking into the bedroom.
Mo Shichen's eyes narrowed, and he chased after her with a few long steps. He grabbed her arm from behind and turned her around. When he spoke again, his tone was deep and heavy, with a bit of joy and coldness, "Wen Yi."
"how?"
"Why are you running into the bedroom again?" There was nothing in it except the bed, and she didn't even go through her own suitcase except for clothes.
"Sleep, take a nap after lunch," she said lazily with a silent smile on her lips, "You told me not to tell me, so why bother chasing after me to ask."
He pinched her chin with his fingers and said in a calm voice, "You did it on purpose, huh?"
"What am I doing on purpose?" She seemed very puzzled and said in a funny voice, "Am I bothering you even if I'm sleeping?"
He stared at her and said in a calm tone, "Sleeping too much is not good for your health."
She replied lightly, "I can't do this and I can't do that. What can I do if I want to be in good health? I may not be happy if I live for a few more years."
Mo Shichen didn't speak for a while, only the gloom between his brows showed his displeasure at this time.
But Wen Yi didn't care. He didn't speak and she turned around and went back to the bedroom.
When she walked in and was about to close the door, the man held the door against it just like last night. He lost the patience to talk to her in nice words. His gentle tone revealed the strength he carried in his bones, " You are not allowed to sleep anymore. Either I will accompany you for a walk, wherever you want to go, or you can get up and read a book, watch a movie or play other things, or sit still, but you are not allowed to sleep anymore."