The man was sitting half-leaning on the wall next to the floor-to-ceiling window, with one foot bent and one foot stretched. One hand was casually placed on the bent knee, and the other hand was wrapped by a woman with a pressure gauge.
Okay, we are about to take the pressure test. Sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite the floor-to-ceiling window is a woman who looks to be in her twenties, wearing a green sweater and a long white woolen skirt.
It was the end of winter, and the snow had melted, but the temperature was a bit lower than in the main season. But the man's face was so cold and indifferent that it made people wish they were not in the same room at this moment.
On the contrary, the face of the woman in green is like a cold plum blooming in the snow. Under the translucent white skin, there is a faint warm red. Her eyebrows are raised slantingly and charmingly, and her eyes are looking at the opposite person intentionally or unintentionally.
The man's eyes flashed brightly and darkly, a little calculating, a little shrewd, a little guessing, a little playful. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it seemed to be sarcastic. He was leaning on the sofa casually, with his slender legs.
The beautiful skirt lines overlap under the white woolen skirt. Even though she is sitting, she can still imagine how graceful and gorgeous she would be if she stood up.
She stared at him for a long time, and the special guard responsible for checking his body left. He didn't move or look at her. She continued to stare at him for another while. He still ignored him and looked out the window.
It seemed like he was the only one in the room.
She gently deepened the curvature of the corners of her lips, propped up her chin with one hand, and gently tapped the leather armrest of the sofa with the other hand. Although he didn't want to pay attention to her, it was not easy to drive her away. Just because it was hers.
Home, not his.
But at this moment he had nowhere to go.
The sound of fingers tapping on the handrail was very small, but maybe it was too quiet in the room, but the sound was actually clear, slowly gaining rhythm and rhythm, as if singing, like a woman whispering.
The man's brows finally furrowed, and a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes. He gently raised his hand on his knee, and began to hit the glass window next to him with his knuckles. The rhythm was slow and long, but each hit was precise.
It was tapping in front of the rhythm of the woman's fingers, breaking the woman's seven or eight beats in a row. The woman raised her eyebrows, but closed her eyes, and calmed down her mind. The strength of her fingers was a little stronger, but she still hit each time.
Before being knocked down, he was knocked down first by the opponent's knock. The harmonious rhythm of his hand slipped and fell, and the following melody was like a torrential rain. The sound was rapid, not loud, but with the force of thunder, trying to swallow up the thin and long finger.
sound.
Sumeru, the woman in green had an unusual blush on her face, and her breathing gradually became rapid, as if her throat was pinched by hands. The intensity of her finger tapping gradually weakened, and she suddenly raised her foot and kicked the glass coffee table in front of her hard.
, the glass coffee table turned over in response. The knocking sound also stopped. Opening her mouth and gasping for air, she realized that he was much better at "Yin Lu" than she thought.
The man didn't even raise his eyelids, he just stared out the window in silence. The ice outside the window was melting, and it was as clear as crystal and as flawless as dust. The overflowing ice dew fell drop by drop, but it melted into
In the soil that is half mud and half snow.
"I'm only borrowing that girl for half a year." The woman in green breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the sofa, and moved to the floor-to-ceiling window with some staggering steps. The blush on her face has not faded, and her body is half-swaying and half-leaning. She is walking gracefully.
It was actually worse than just sitting and standing. She was as embarrassed as frost. Every time she moved, there was a "click" sound. Only then did she realize that 1 inch of the side of her feet was exposed under the white long woolen skirt.
, there is actually a metallic reflection.
Her feet are actually prosthetic limbs!
The man was silent, but there was a hint of irritation in his eyes.
"I spent so much money to save her for one purpose only. And you agreed."
The man sneered, as if it was ridiculous for someone to talk about a promise to him.
"She's awake?"
"If you don't agree, I can let her sleep for the rest of her life."
The man snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face. He used to threaten others, but now the roles were reversed, letting others take advantage of his sore foot.
"Don't you hate that guy named Geng very much? It would be good for you to let her kill him. Why do you feel bad for her? Are you afraid that she will get hurt?"
The man was silent, his eyes were deep, hiding the stormy waves, but they turned into indifference in an instant.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a promise."
The woman in green smiled faintly. It was really interesting for such a cold-blooded and cruel man to fall in love. Fortunately, the air mattress at that time was big and high enough. Otherwise, if he fell from such a height, and the weight of two people, he would have been disabled even if he died.
Crippled!
Thinking of these two words, another sarcastic mockery appeared at the corner of her mouth. If it weren't for her own plan, she would really like to make both the man and woman taste the taste of being disabled. Even the man in front of her is the same. As long as she can hurt "something"
"Jingmeng" and him, she can do anything.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he turned his back and walked toward the door with a click.
"You Wan, I want to make sure that her body already has that ability, otherwise I will ask Li Li to cut off your supply directly."
Youwan paused, her fingers resting on the armrest of the door.
"you dare."
The man didn't even look back, his disdainful attitude seemed to say: Dare you dare, you can give it a try.