After dinner, Xuewei returned to her room. Jiang Yumei was still a little worried, so she came in to care about her, and then tested her body temperature. Only after confirming that she was not sick did she leave with confidence.
Xuewei did feel tired and tired, but she couldn't sleep at all when she lay down to have sex. The scene in the morning kept reappearing in her mind, his voice, his eyes, and the phone call he answered. In her mind
The more things came to mind, the more upset she became, as if there were two voices in her heart, making her hesitate and struggle.
One was constantly reminding her, asking her not to think about him anymore. He was a demon who had taken possession of her and used her as a tool for revenge. The voice was warning her, asking her to hate him and never forget his cruelty to her.
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But there was another voice in her heart, which always reminded her of him, of his entanglement with her, of the fiery kisses he had left on her body, and of his never-before-seen evening at the beach.
The tenderness and everything she had in the past made it impossible for her to hate him as much as before. But the more this happened, the more distressed she became. She knew she shouldn't be like this, but her heart couldn't stop, like a man floating on the sea.
The more you press the ball down, the greater the reaction force it will have to surface, making it impossible to control it.
She lay in bed, listening to the movement outside the window. She knew that he had not come back yet, and she did not know if he would come back tonight. But she just didn't want to sleep, she just wanted to wait, waiting for an answer.
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When she heard the sound of the car's engine approaching from far away, and finally driving into the garden, she could feel the momentary joy in her heart. The next second, she jumped out of the bed and ran to the window barefoot
, carefully hiding behind the curtains, looking towards the garden downstairs.
By chance, she saw him raising his head and looking upstairs. She was so frightened that Xuewei quickly retracted her body. Listening to the pounding and accelerating heartbeat, she held her chest, but she never dared to look downstairs again.
It wasn't until a long time later that Xuewei opened the corner of the curtain again. But where was Guan Qiyou's figure downstairs? Only his windy car was parked there, and she felt a little lonely in the quiet night.
Xuewei walked back to the bed with some sadness, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurried to the door of the room, leaned at the door, and listened carefully.
The corridor was covered with thick carpets, and not a single footstep could be heard, but Guan Qiyou's room was right next to hers, and she could hear him if he returned to his room.
However, she waited for a long time and did not hear the sound of his door. She concluded that he did not return to the room. But where did he go? He would not be sitting in the living room in the middle of the night? Could it be that he went
Study? It's so late, is there still work to do? But isn't today Saturday? He even has time to go on a date with Shao Wanting, so why does he have to rush back to work in the middle of the night?
Xuewei had countless guesses in her mind and countless questions in her heart. She strongly wanted to know what he was doing? She even impulsively wanted to open the door and go out to see what was going on.
But reason has the upper hand after all. She is very aware of her situation. Her thoughts cannot be known to others, neither Guan Qiyou nor her sister, not even the servants of the Guan family. This secret can only be kept hidden.