I really don’t understand why people’s emotions are so confusing. She Moyang is the same with this person. I already said that I couldn’t like him, but why does he still do these puzzling actions?
Does he want to take revenge on me? Yes, it must be like this. If you don’t get it, you have to destroy it.
"If I die, you will be very happy, right?" She Moyang put out the cigarette butt, picked up the remote control on the table, and intentionally or unintentionally turned up the air conditioner by two degrees.
He's so nervous! 24 degrees is normal room temperature.
Could it be? He...impossible, how could I think it was adjusted for me?
"You'd better lie back..."
"Will you lie down with me?" I avoided his question and wanted to persuade him to lie down on the bed and rest.
But She Moyang suddenly circled me on the sofa. He pressed his hands on the back of the sofa behind me, and his face was right in front of me.
The corners of his playful mouth curved in a dangerous way, and I was trapped in his arms. I didn't dare to move. It would be terrible if I touched his wound.
I leaned my body as far back as possible until the soft cushions had no room for compression.
She Moyang's face grew bigger and bigger, his faint smell of tobacco came to his nostrils, and it seemed that he could still hear his rapid heartbeat.
I widened my eyes and stared at his cheek
I don’t know why, but in just a few minutes after I came in, my brain gave me an order: Don’t be afraid of him, maybe he is cute.
"You, you're blushing." I retracted my hand and boldly poked his blushing cheek, looking at him with dazzling round eyes.
Is it an illusion? It’s really a bit red.
The second after I met him, She Moyang immediately left in front of me.
He turned around, his back to me, not letting me see his expression
What's going on? You were smiling so sinisterly just a second ago. Why are you pretending to be shy now?
"If nothing happens, get out." She Moyang stood there without looking back at me, and gave me an eviction order.
"Let's just go, what's the big deal?" I stood up from the sofa and sat for a while to regain a little strength.
It seems that this time my sixth sense is wrong. He is really unlovable and fierce. He dares to tell me to get lost!
"Hmph..." I walked behind him and hummed loudly to vent my anger, and started to walk out of the ward.
Unexpectedly, my sweeping footsteps improbably hit the table at a 90-degree angle.