Without the cold, cruel and evil cloak, Long Henyang is just an ordinary man who also needs someone to love him.
"Okay, just wait and I'll do it for you."
She pushed Long Henyang away, went into the house and changed her clothes, went to the refrigerator to get two eggs, and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of green onion and egg noodles.
Today she saw a different Long Henyang. Even though she blamed him and hated him, he touched the softness in her heart.
When she came out, she saw him curled up on the sofa and sleeping. She put her face on the coffee table and wanted to wake him up, but seeing his frown and sad expression, she gave up the idea of waking him up.
What happened to make such a strong man become languid and decadent, like a lost child?
She stroked his frown and said in a gentle voice that she couldn't believe: "Brother, if you hadn't done those things, I would definitely be very nice to you."
His hand was suddenly held, and Long Henyang opened his eyes. His amber pupils were bloodshot, and he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Qianqian, if I ask you to stay with me as a man, will you agree?"
Long Qianqian turned her head and looked away. "You know it's impossible. We have an undeniable blood relationship. How can we be together?"
Long Henyang smiled bitterly, his words full of sorrow: "I know I will be disappointed, but I still ask stupidly."
She didn't know what kind of feelings Long Henyang had for her, but her heart ached because of his tone that seemed to carry a thousand years of sorrow.
She took a deep breath and changed the subject: "The noodles are cooked. It's up to you whether you want to eat them or not."
"And you smell of alcohol. Go and clean yourself. Don't make this house full of smoke."
In an unfriendly tone, Long Henyang could hear her compromise.
Back in the bedroom, Long Qianqian's heart seemed to beat out of her chest, she was as tired as climbing Mount Everest.
Lying on the bed, Long Qianqian tossed and turned. All he could think about was how Long Henyang was acting strange today. He seemed to have scars all over his body and needed someone to heal him.
He came to find her. Did he hope that the person who healed him was her? When did she become so important in his heart? He thought about the sleeping bugs coming.
Long Henyang returned to the bedroom and was stunned. This woman lay face down and fell asleep without any image. She was still drooling at the corner of her mouth and chirping from time to time.
How could he miss this scene? He thought carefully and took a photo with his mobile phone.
Long Qianqian suddenly felt a chill and opened her eyes suddenly. Long Henyang was standing in front of her wearing the bath towel she had just used, taking photos before she finished.
The bath towel was a bit short for him, and it was draped over his shoulders, covering his strong and sturdy body, only revealing his sexy and slender thighs.
"What are you doing?" She stared at him warily.
Long Henyang threw his cell phone into the drawer and regarded this place as his own home.
"My clothes are in the bathroom, you washed them for me."
As he spoke, he lay down on the bed. Long Qianqian quickly squeezed in and pulled the quilt.
"Get out, this is my bed."
Long Henyang half-squinted his eyes and approached her. "Soon it won't be your bed anymore."
He squeezed again and pushed Long Qianqian aside.
Staring at him angrily, Long Qianqian gritted her teeth with hatred, man, give him some color and he will shine.
"Okay, if you don't leave, I will."
Before her feet even touched the ground, a strong arm stretched out to wrap around her waist, and with a force, her head hit his hard chest.
She secretly thought, it's over, this man is going to be in love again.
What was waiting for him was not his plunder, but his even breathing and steady heartbeat.
He said: "Qianqian, I just want to hold you and sleep."