"Do you still remember that you have a wife at home?"
She talked a lot in succession, and vomited out all the words she had been holding in her heart without vomiting.
Luo Yibei just listened quietly without giving any explanation for himself.
With him like this, Fang Chixia's heart suddenly went cold.
She didn't even know how to explain herself, but she really guessed it right
The expression on Fang Chixia's face was frozen like this, she looked at him blankly, and she didn't know what to say next.
Luo Yibei glanced at her indifferently, and when she finally became quiet, he murmured to himself, "I haven't been so noisy for a long time!"
The light tone, I don't know whether it is a sigh or a sarcasm.
Fang Chixia naturally understood it was the latter.
He still dislikes her for being noisy
Fang Chixia's face suddenly fell.
She wanted to argue with him, but after taking a deep breath, she gave up.
She is actually not very good at quarreling. When she feels unhappy, her personality is the same as Luo Yibei's. The most common way for the two of them to deal with it is to use a cold war to give each other space to calm down.
After lifting the sheets and getting out of bed, she went straight to Xiao Chenxi's room, "I'm going to sleep in Chenxi's room. I won't be back tonight."
The door was closed, and her figure disappeared from the room, never to be seen again.
Luo Yibei's eyes followed her figure, and he stared at the door of the room quietly for a while, without any intention of stopping her.
The two of them slept in separate rooms for the whole night. The next day was Fang Chixia's last day of teaching, and it ended relatively early.
Thinking about Luo Yibei these days, she didn't want to go back and face him.
After sitting at Pei Anqi's place for a while, he had dinner with her. When he returned to the villa where he lived, it was already nine o'clock.
It was still snowing outside and the villa was very quiet.
There are two rows of light orange street lamps burning on the cobblestone path leading directly from the gate to the main house. The dim lights bloom quietly in the dark night. In such snowy weather, it is warm and quiet.
There seemed to be no one in the villa, not even the usual sound of bodyguards and servants moving around.
Fang Chixia was slightly startled, then walked on the road step by step, tilting her head and staring at the main house.
There were no lights in the main room tonight. From her perspective, she could only vaguely see a circle of candles lit by stars.
A lot of petals were scattered in the center of the house, and roses of various colors were spread out in layers. The strong fragrance could be smelled from the path outside.
Fang Chixia was slightly startled and stared at the scene in the room quietly.
After being stunned for a while, she realized what was inside the house. Her face, which had been expressionless all day, regained its joy, and she ran towards the house at a trot.
When entering the house, Luo Yibei happened to come down the spiral staircase.
When he saw her running into the house, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Fang Chixia didn't care about his image or not, she ran all the way to him, flew into his arms, and hugged him with open arms.
"Are you prepared?" She raised her face, her eyes and brows were full of joy.
"Yes." Luo Yibei lowered his eyes, his gaze fell lightly on her face, staring at the pieces of falling snow on the tip of her brow and nose, and brushed it away for her with his fingertips.
"Don't you remember?" Fang Chixia smiled happily, as pure as a child looking forward to Christmas gifts.
Luo Yibei stared at her smiling face quietly, his eyes stagnant.
"What else have you prepared?"