Yang Zimei got out of the car and stood in front of him, looking up at him slightly.
When his eyes met hers, the condensation immediately melted away, like snow meeting sunlight.
"Give it to me, sister. I'm going up." Yang Zimei slightly dodged his deep black eyes, reached out to take Yang Zixi over, and let her still sleeping head lie on his shoulder.
"etc-"
Long Zhutian stopped her, bent over into the car, took out a brand new box from it, and handed it to her, "Here!"
It was a box containing a Nokia mobile phone, and he looked up at him in surprise.
"For you, it's convenient to contact." Long Zhutian said lightly.
"I can buy it myself, and I have money." Yang Zimei shook his head.
"You buy yours, and I'll give mine away." Long Zhutian said in a stubborn tone, "Don't look outside."
What do you mean don't see outsiders
Are you very close to him
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes slightly.
"Accept." Seeing that she still refused to reach out to accept, Long Zhutian saw that her black pupils changed slightly, as if she was a little hurt.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zimei's heart twitched slightly as if it had been sliced by glass, and she stretched out her hand to take the box.
Seeing that she accepted, Long Zhutian's cold and handsome face suddenly bloomed like a spring flower, and the whole body relaxed, the corners of his lips were raised, his white teeth were slightly exposed, his arc-long eyes were bent into crescent moons, and the pupils were shining with joy, Yang Zimei could still clearly see two dimples on both sides of his lips.
Yang Zimei looked a little dazed, as if random flowers caught her eyes.
She has long passed the years of nympho, but at this time she is still like a nympho, staring blankly at the smiling face on his face that blooms like a flower in the epiphyllum, and it is deeply engraved in her mind and heart.
However, his smile didn't last long, it was only a few seconds before he quickly regained it, as if laughing was a luxury for him.
Of course, he is handsome even if he doesn’t smile, and has a different kind of cruelty. This kind of cruelty is not like the deliberate coolness pursued by some young people who pursue individuality, but comes from the essence, just like an ancient sword generally.
Although she couldn't see his background identity with her celestial eyes, she also vaguely guessed from his facial features that he was unusual. Moreover, his face was that of a tyrant who ruled the world, but suffered many setbacks and narrowly escaped death.
Thinking that he would continue to experience all kinds of tribulations, Yang Zimei's heart felt as if a thin thread had been slightly pulled through her, and she was in sharp pain.
"I'm leaving, call me, I won't sleep with you tonight." Long Zhutian looked at her and said.
Upon hearing this, Yang Zimei, who had been affectionate towards him just now, couldn't help but want to roll her eyes again.
Why sleep with me
That's your dove occupying the magpie's nest, okay
"Let's go, I'm going up." Yang Zimei gave him a slight look, and turned around holding his sister.
Long Zhutian watched her go upstairs, then got into the car and left in the dust.
Hearing the sound of the car driving away outside, Yang Zimei felt a sense of loss for no reason.
Back home, grandma saw her come back with Zixi in her arms, and asked, "Why is Zixi asleep? This child is really, he is so playful, he is ten years old, and he wants to be hugged by his sister. Niuniu, tired Is it bad for you?"
"Grandma, I'm fine. Zixi is too tired, so I'll just let her sleep for a while. I'll put her in the room first." Yang Zimei said with a light smile.