It was very late at night, Yun Xia rubbed her eyes, and after entering the room to wash, she planned to lie down and go to sleep.
But unexpectedly, he saw that the silver-haired boy was also in the room, with a slender figure leaning against the window.
The boy's height brought a sense of oppression, his gray pupils drooped, and his face was always expressionless, like a delicate and perfect sculpture.
This person has a relatively slow personality, and he is expressionless no matter what.
Except for turning into a puffer fish when he was angry, at other times, because he had no expression, Yun Xia couldn't see his emotions.
Unable to control the emotions of the younger brother, the big devil couldn't help being frustrated. If in this world, there is some artifact that can detect mood!
"Why are you still here?" she asked suspiciously.
The zombie boy was slightly stunned, and stood up straight.
Looking at her with crystal-like pupils, the young man frowned slightly, and after pursing his lips, he whispered obediently: "No one took me to another room..."
As he spoke, he was puzzled again, wondering why the girl asked such a question.
His gray and beautiful pupils were narrowed, and the young man's voice was melodious and low, with obvious doubts: "Can't I be here?"
His eyes looked innocent and bewildered.
The big devil was also taken aback, his round eyes were wet and cute, he stared at the boy and asked: "...why are you here?"
Yan Zhuo stared blankly at her.
The room was silent for a second or two.
The little zombie seemed to have never expected that she would answer like this.
Then Yun Xia saw that this guy puffed up his face expressionlessly, his white cheeks were as angry as a puffer fish, staring at her expressionlessly.
Yun Xia: "..."
Yun Xia was also at a loss.
... what's the fuss about it? She is a majestic devil, and she has never slept in the same bed as anyone else.
Not a three year old.
The girl walked over, ignored the little zombie's expressionless anger, and grabbed his wrist.
In Yan Zhuo's child form, his wrist was soft and white and cute, but now in his juvenile form, every detail from the wrist bone to the fingers is delicate, and it feels very comfortable to hold, Yun Xia couldn't help pinching his wrist again.
Yan Zhuo didn't notice the small movement of the boss pinching his wrist.
He was still angry at "I can't sleep here", after being pulled by the wrist, he was dragged away by the other party with a blank expression on his face.
Yun Xia pulled him towards the door, ready to take him out, and said casually: "Go out and ask the leader, let him find another room for you."
The little zombie remained expressionless, watching the girl reach out to open the door, her thin lips pursed.
Yun Xia was about to open the door.
A slender white hand reached out and pressed against the door panel coldly. There is a slight click.
The door that had just opened a gap was closed again.
The man put his pretty fingers against the door, lowered his eyes slightly, and the girl was immediately caged under the slender figure, and met the boy's cold eyes.
In the end, Yan Zhuo couldn't stand the grievance.
He stretched out his hand against the door, lightly lowered his curly thick eyelashes, and stared at the other party coldly.
His juvenile form was much taller than the girl's, he bent slightly to look at her at the same level, his white fingers pressed against the door behind her, his pupils were as cold as ice.
The little zombie asked sulkily again, "Why can't I sleep here?"
Yun Xia was slightly startled, looked at the room, and was also puzzled.
Why worry about whether you can sleep here.
She asked, "Do you like this room very much?" Well, it's not impossible to give it to him.
However, the little zombie pursed his lips and stared at her: "What room? Isn't it you that I like?"
(end of this chapter)