[If you're with someone else, don't follow me...]
A word suddenly flashed through Qiao Yimo's mind. She subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, slowly with tears in her eyes, and persistently asked: "Those women can't get close to you... How could this perfume..."
Knowing what it was, she still stubbornly wanted him to answer in person. Since he didn't intend to confess with her, she could only ask for it herself.
She still couldn't hold back...
"Why did the perfume get on me?" Fu Sinian took it for her, but his eyes seemed to hear the funniest joke. His deep and handsome facial features couldn't see any fluctuations, "What identity am I? You don't know? I see more women every day than you know male stars."
Qiao Yimo's small hands tightened, and his face was pale without the slightest blood. He bit his lips tightly, "I believe you, because you are Fu Sinian."
He is Fu Sinian, Fu Sinian who doesn't even bother to lie.
The man glanced at her, clutching her fingers with white joints, his handsome face gradually burst into an inexplicable smile, like a mockery, without the slightest temperature, "Why are you always the most honest body? If you believe it, you will be more skeptical than anyone else in your heart. Who do you believe me to show such an abandoned appearance?"
Qiao Yimo's eyes flickered, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.
He still didn't want to tell her, even if she had already done this.
"Fu Sinian..." There was a slight panic in her heart.
The man glanced at her, his expression was faint, and his voice was calm without any ups and downs, "If you wake up, you can continue to spend it here. I'm very tired.
Go to bed. "
He pulled her hand away without seriousness, and he moved away.
Qiao Yimo was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of the clothes he was holding in his hands broke away in an instant, causing her to stagger slightly, and her mind went blank.
The strange and special smell of perfume seemed to still linger on the tip of her nose, and she stared up at the figure of the man disappearing at the top of the stairs in a daze.
Fu Sinian's footsteps were not fast or slow, and as usual, from head to toe, people couldn't see a strange place.
He walked back to the bedroom, Jun's face was expressionless, but when he entered the bathroom, he glanced down at his coat and frowned slightly.
After a few seconds, he raised his hand to take off the jacket and threw it on the hanger.
Although Qiao Yimo felt lost, he quickly recovered his calmness and returned to the bedroom to lie on his side, listening to the sound in his ear.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly, and soon after the door was pushed open, the sound of slow footsteps approached the bed.
In the dimness, Qiao Yimo wrapped the quilt tightly around her body and shrank in one corner, until a damp coolness approached from behind, she moved slightly, but still did not turn around.
Fu Sinian seemed to be really tired. After lying down, he turned off the light on the bedside and stopped moving.
The surroundings fell into darkness, strangely silent.
In the darkness, Qiao Yimo bit his lip, and the feeling of loss in his heart gushed out again. He finally couldn't help it, and turned slightly, the body in the quilt slowly moved towards him.
The man who had already closed his eyes noticed that he opened his eyes in the dark for a moment, and silently glanced in her direction, without any ups and downs in the flat voice, "You are waking up, planning to toss me?"
"
…"
Qiao Yimo's hand suddenly stopped when she was about to touch her, and her nerves became stiff. After a while, she drew her hand back and whispered, "You sleep, I won't disturb you."
I was used to him sleeping on her every night and using her as a pillow, but suddenly being so cold made her feel a little uncomfortable, and wanted to reach out and touch him.
During the time when the room was divided, she really suffered every night and couldn't sleep well at all. She was very afraid that that would happen again.
It's just that she just took her hand back, and the man felt like he suddenly stretched out his long arm to pull her into his arms.
"..."
Qiao Yimo's eyes widened silently, his whole body froze, and he spoke in embarrassment, "I, I didn't want it, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
In Fu Sinian's dimness, people could not see the look on his face. Only the still clear tone of voice added a layer of danger, "If you move again, I will directly throw you out of the fuck."
"..."
Realizing that he seemed to be really tired, Qiao Yimo didn't dare to move any more, and even deliberately relaxed a lot of breathing. Within a few minutes, his ear fell silent.
In the morning of the second day, the biological clock woke up naturally, and Fu Sinian opened his eyes to see the delicate and white sleeping face of the woman.
Lu Ziyan was right. That face was really beautiful and hard to fault. When he fell asleep, he was calm and gentle.
The palm of his hand held the hair in her ears, and the man slowly narrowed his eyes, "Qiao Yimo..."
"Hmm..." The woman who was originally sleeping Zhengxiang shuddered, slowly trembling and opening her eyes with her eyelashes.
The lazy and ignorant little expression was like a small deer crashing into the man's heart. The next second, without pause, she pinched her shoulders and kissed her down.
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(End of this chapter)