Juxing was half-lying on the bed with a book. From time to time, she would look at Otoyu who was sitting at the desk doing homework. Because she knew she had something serious to do, she could only read the book quietly. However, in the past
With such an active personality, it was a bit difficult for her to sit still for several hours. She put down the book in her hand and stretched out. The bed was so comfortable and soft that she was reluctant to get up.
Leaning back on the bed again, she picked up the book and continued reading. There were obvious traces of reading on the book. She must have read it. However, she turned to look at the desk again. There were many books on Shaye's desk.
After a rough count of books, there are dozens of them. Can she finish reading so many?
After she finished her homework in the evening, did she just read books and have no other hobbies? She was really unreasonable.
After turning another page, she looked up again at the person carrying her, writing seriously with such a serious look, and the dim yellow light shone on her little face, adding a touch of softness to her already soft little face.
More and more gentle and watery
This reminded her of a word, indifferent, which really suited her.
After calculating the last question, Otoyu closed the book and put the homework in his school bag. He turned around and saw Juxing looking at her.
She smiled slightly, with a hint of apology, because Li Hai had a lot of homework, so she seemed to be neglecting her and felt sorry for her.
She stood up, opened the door and walked out. She poured two cups of hot milk in the kitchen. Drinking milk at night would help her sleep. This was also a habit she had only recently. It didn't seem to be like this before. Indeed, she changed
There are too many, she no longer knows whether she has adapted to life or life has adapted to her.
Picking up the milk, she walked back to the room. It was now 9 o'clock in the evening. At this time, the maids were also resting. Living here was relatively free. Usually, unless she really had something to do, she would do everything by herself.
Walking into the room, closing the door, she handed a glass of milk to Juxing. Juxing said thank you, and then took it. Otoyu drank another glass of milk, and the sweet milk fragrance filled her taste buds. It was very good.
the taste of
"Drinking this at night will help you sleep," she said while drinking. After hearing this, Juxing also took a few sips.
After finishing the cup, Juxing placed the cup on the small table next to her, looked at her for a long time, and then asked a little strangely: "Shaye, are you the only one who lives here?"
"How could it be?" Otoyu continued to drink milk. She drank it very slowly, feeling the taste between her lips and teeth. She put down the cup and continued, "I'm not the only one. You saw it, there are two maids, and
There is a chef, so it doesn’t count as one person.”
"They don't count. Aren't you scared to live here alone?" If it's her, maybe she's really not used to it. After all, leaving home and living alone in such a big room, even though it's nice to have other people around,
However, at night, she is not alone, is she really not afraid?
"Afraid? No way." Yinyu shook her head. She had long been accustomed to this kind of life. No matter how easy it was for her to take things as she came, or if she got used to it, she had never been afraid. Moreover, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a change.
Just an environment
I really admire her. Juxing now feels that she understands this person less and less. She is, sometimes, really too quiet and too difficult to understand. I always feel that her worries are not what they should be at their age.