He raised his head, looked at Yi Jian, moved his lips, but didn't know how to speak.
Yi Jian hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat up with her. He felt that his hands were empty and wet. He couldn't tell whether it was his sweat or her sweat. Maybe it was their sweat mixed together.
He could see that she had something to say. In fact, he also knew what she was going to say in his heart. He didn't talk much, and he didn't know that it was because he was so comfortable just now that he felt as calm as water. He was the first to speak and asked again.
Said: "Why are you here?"
Zhongqing didn't dare to look into his eyes or face, and her heart was trembling secretly. Why was he so kind when he was sleeping? When she opened her eyes, she felt that the distance between the two people was so small.
So far away?
"Zhongqing sent clothes to the young marshal. The last time the clothes were damaged, he wore the young marshal's clothes, so today Zhongqing came to send them back."
Zhong Qing held her breath, got out of bed, walked to the sofa, picked up the aqua cheongsam she had arranged, and handed it to Yi Jian.
Yi Jian didn't answer or glance at Zhong Qing, but her face slowly darkened.
Zhongqing didn't know what she did wrong, so when he didn't say anything, she slowly put the clothes on the hanger beside her and stood by the bed, not daring to move.
According to the past, when he was expressionless and didn't look at her, she should leave on her own.
However, tonight, she did not leave. She could not leave. She found an excuse to come to him just to ask him to buy a few things for her.
Immediately, Zhong Qing smiled, and Quan pretended not to see Yi Jian's cold expression and continued to say softly: "Young Marshal, do you want some water?"
The more she acted like this, the colder Yi Jian's face became.
Zhong Qing felt like she was putting a hot face on someone else's cold ass. He was a human being, and if he had known better, he would have said goodbye quietly and left.
However, she turned a blind eye to such a young commander, turned her head, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a glass of water, walked to the bed with it, and handed it to Yi Jian.
"Young Marshal, this water is still warm. It's just right to drink it."
She lowered her head and held tea in both hands.
Yi Jian was noncommittal and did not respond.
His eyes turned slightly and stared at her carefully for a while.
She kept her head down, never raising her head to glance at him, and her eyes finally shifted to the tea cup. It was obviously her favorite tea set, but at this moment, it looked very ugly!