There was a person lying in the shadow on the bed.
She came closer and was about to look down under the light, but the man suddenly sat up. Qiu Mo was so frightened by her that she took two steps back and almost hit the table on the side.
"Hey, are you trying to scare people to death?" Leng Xiaotian, who was sitting on the bed, was the first to attack. He glared at her and said, "Why are you walking without making any sound? Are you a ghost?"
Qiu Mo pursed her lips, a faint apology appearing on her face.
Seeing that she looked easy to bully, Leng Xiaotian reached out and patted the thick big bed, as if to declare: "From now on, this room will belong to me. You can move to the third floor."
The main house of the Leng family has three floors. The first floor is the living room and kitchen. The second floor has three rooms. Leng Xiao's study bedroom and Qiu Mo's bedroom each occupy one. All guest rooms are located on the third floor.
Leng Xiaotian's meaning is actually very obvious. She wants to live closer to Leng Xiao.
After saying this for a long time, she saw that Qiu Mo had been silent, and she was afraid that she would disagree, so she sarcastically said: "Brother Xiao doesn't like you anyway, and you are dispensable in this house, so it doesn't matter where you live."
"Yeah, it doesn't matter where you live." Qiu Mo's voice was low and self-deprecating.
"Then why are you standing there? Why don't you leave quickly?"
"I'll pack up two pieces of clothes and leave." Qiu Mo turned around and took out some clothes from the cabinet. When she looked back, she saw the lamp on the bedside and asked in a deliberation manner: "Can I take that with me too?"
Without a bedside lamp, she would not be able to sleep.
"You can take this crap if you want." Leng Xiaotian threw the bedside lamp onto the armful of clothes in her arms and curled his lips, "Can you go now?"
This woman is like a ball of cotton. No matter how hard you hit it, it will still be soft. She thought it would make her jump with anger, but she didn't expect that her face was calm, as if nothing in this world could make her happy.
As if moved, that calmness and calmness made Leng Xiaotian very angry.
Qiu Mo walked to the door with her things in her arms, but suddenly stopped again.
Leng Xiaotian said impatiently: "What do you want to do again?"
"Miss Leng, you will hear some strange noises here in the middle of the night. Please don't be afraid and don't go exploring, because Leng Xiao doesn't like it."
She learned that Leng Xiaotian had been abroad for more than three years, and the strange noises in this house started two years ago. Therefore, she must not know that anyone would be scared if such a sound sounded in the middle of the night.
Remind her that she is also mentally prepared.
Leng Xiaotian didn't appreciate it, and raised his chin provocatively: "You think everyone is like you, a coward and an ugly person."
Qiu Mo smiled nonchalantly, closed the door for her, and said softly: "Good night."
There were three guest rooms on the third floor, and she chose the one closest to the stairs because there was a bay window inside, and she liked to sit there and look out at the lake.
As soon as he stepped into the house, a hand suddenly reached out from the door that was about to close, and the owner of the hand also stepped in.
Qiu Mo stared blankly at the handsome face in the half-light. Before she could react, her slender wrist was caught in his hand. Unable to withstand the brute force, the pile of things in her arms rattled.
It fell to the ground, and the last thing that fell was the desk lamp. It hit the hard wooden floor and broke into pieces with a thud.
She looked at the broken desk lamp as if she was stupid. Every sleepless night, only this light could give her warmth and courage. At this time, the broken desk lamp was like eyes that had been deprived of light and fell into darkness.