After drinking, Mu Xin's cheeks were red, and her lips seemed to be dyed honey-colored, tempting to pick. A pair of beautiful eyes, watery, were staring at her with a little sullenness and annoyance.
Suddenly, she screamed, "Car!"
Two dazzling car lights flashed in front of him. Zhuihun suddenly came back to his senses. He turned the steering wheel sharply and brushed against the car on the opposite side. The driver rolled down the window and yelled at him, "Are you looking for death? Do you know how to drive?!"
Zhuihun gripped the steering wheel in annoyance, looking unusually embarrassed.
Mu Xin touched her chest in shock, then looked at his slightly discolored cheeks suspiciously, narrowed her eyes, and leaned over, "You..."
Zhuihun frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, I'm just... distracted."
"Did you get distracted?" Mu Xin raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, "Why are you so focused that you could get distracted while driving?"
Zhuihun took a deep breath, grabbed the steering wheel, his knuckles slowly turned white, and uttered two words in a strong voice, "No."
"Oh? Really?" Mu Xin narrowed her eyes and smiled suddenly.
It turns out that a man's duplicity is far more interesting than his deliberate suppression.
Waiting to dig deeper.
As if discovering a new world, Mu Xin blinked at him with misty eyes, getting closer and closer to him, and her warm breath, with the pure fragrance of red wine, rushed towards him.
Zhuihun sat there, his body upright, but a layer of fine beads of sweat gradually formed on his forehead. Mu Xin saw it and smiled, "Is it hot? You're already sweating." As he said that, he stretched out his hand.
Wiping it away, Zhuihun was startled, and the car almost lost control again. He quickly stabilized himself, his eyes darkened, "Mu Xin, I'm driving. It's very dangerous. Please sit tight and sit tight."
"No." Mu Xin put her hands on his back, and her breath swept across his neck, "Do you know? The beauty of life is that we know we will die."
Zhuihun closed his eyes and said nothing, but quietly slowed down the speed of the car.
"There are still so few decades left, why should we mourn for the past few years? Only those who are alive are called the future."
The sounds behind him became quieter and quieter, and Mu Xin was already sleeping in the back seat.
Zhuihun drove the car slowly, listening to her murmur, and couldn't help but draw a wonderful blueprint for the future. It was right in front of him, within reach. However, as long as he inadvertently turned around and saw what he had done in the past,
He retreated.
Because he is a person who even feels disgusted by himself.
She was right, he was running away.
Soon, the car stopped at her bungalow in the west of the city. He opened the door and Zhuihun carefully took her out and walked towards the door.
Despite her tall figure, she felt like she didn't have much weight in his arms. He frowned for a while, and it seemed that he had to remember to urge her to eat more.
He took out the key from her bag, opened the door, and strode in with her in his arms.
Turning on the light, he gently placed her on the sofa, squatted down, and looked at her sleeping soundly with her guard down. Her usual tranquility and coldness were completely gone, and she was as quiet as a child. The corners of her lips were raised, and she reached out and touched her.
The delicate and smooth feeling of her cheeks under his fingers made him feel excited, and he stared at the slightly parted red lips, which seemed to be sending out an invitation to him.
Unable to control his feelings, he slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer to her lips...
When the four lips were about to touch, Chaihun suddenly stopped, his eyes flashed, he stood up and rushed towards the door.
In the yard, except for the occasional rustling of leaves blown by the wind, the surroundings were eerily quiet. He stepped lightly and slowly walked down the steps, his sharp eyes bursting with suffocating edge.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he noticed something strange behind him. He suddenly turned around, ran up the steps, and rushed back to the living room.
In the living room, the windows were wide open and the white curtains were blown slightly by the wind.
Chaihun's eyes were dark, and his expression became more and more solemn.
He remembered that the window was closed when they came in.
The strength of this person who was following Mu Xin should not be underestimated. He could appear unnoticed in such a short period of time. With such skills, even the top killers in the world could only do so.
Afraid that Mu Xin would be in danger, he immediately came to the sofa, but was stunned there.
Mu Xin was sleeping soundly, and in her arms, a delicate red rose lay quietly...
*……*
The next day, when Mu Xin got up, her head felt swollen and painful again.
She half-closed her eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She suddenly thought of something, looked down at herself, and was stunned.
pajamas?
She remembered that she seemed to have drunk too much last night and then fell asleep. How could she change into pajamas by herself?
Could it be...chasing souls?!
There was a panic in her heart, and she had no time to think about it, so Mu Xin hurriedly went downstairs.
In the kitchen, a tall figure was busy there. Hearing her hurried footsteps, Zhuihun turned back and smiled gently at him, "We can have breakfast in a moment."
Mu Xin stared at him and asked suspiciously, "You... stayed here last night?"
"Yeah," Zhuihun nodded, and then added, "I sleep in the guest room."
"So...my, my clothes..."
Zhuihun understood and explained with a smile, "Oh, Mrs. Xu changed it for you this morning."
Mrs. Xu is the aunt who helps Mu Xin with housework and comes over every other day.
"So that's it." Mu Xin deliberately ignored the slight disappointment in her heart and glanced into the kitchen, "Where's Mrs. Xu? Why are you making breakfast?"
"She went out to buy groceries first."
"oh."
In front of the dining table, the two of them were eating breakfast, both seemed to be thinking about their own thoughts, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.
Zhuihun raised his eyes and suddenly said, "You said you had a blind date before, right?"
After hearing his words, Mu Xin took in a breath and suddenly choked, "Cough..."
Zhuihun hurriedly handed her a tissue, then walked over and stroked her back, half complaining and half distressed, "Why are you so careless?"
Mu Xin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with some confusion, "Why do you ask this?"
He smiled and said, "I just want to know what kind of men you date."
Mu Xin looked at him doubtfully, anticipation slowly building up in her heart, but her face remained calm, "Why do you suddenly want to know this? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?"
Zhuihun lowered his eyes, quietly hiding the doubts in his eyes, and said softly, "I didn't before, but now I have."
Last night, the mysterious man sneaked in just to give Mu Xin a rose, which indeed made people suspect that he was showing love.
Mu Xin didn't know what happened last night, so her answer to him was obviously wrong. Suddenly, her heart beat faster and her cheeks turned red.
When he said this, did it mean... that he had let go of his worries?