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Chapter 22: Take me home

It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t touched at all. I don’t even remember how long it had been since no one took me home.

Step by step, I approached him.

The whole day today, no matter where I am, there seems to be no way to escape his shadow.

This man seemed to be a luminous body. Just because I was close to him for a while, my little sphere reflected a halo that dazzled the people around me.

His slender and perfect fingers took over my school bag, he turned to one side slightly, and his other hand gracefully hugged my shoulder with an extremely natural movement.[

"Are you tired?" There was something very special in his words, especially like this, without personal pronouns, which made him look extremely close.

I don’t know either. Today is indeed different from the past.

He shook his head lightly, stared at his toes, ignored the people around him, and followed him towards the car.

My shoulder could touch his waist from time to time, a place that looked extremely safe and warm.

Yin Yijie seemed to have nothing to say. He came to the car and opened the door for me in a very gentlemanly manner.

I got in the car and placed my hands and feet very orderly.

The thin mist of dusk enveloped this world, making everything seem a little unreal.

"What would you like to drink?" Yin Yijie turned around and asked me. His tenderness had no warmth. It appeared from the corners of his mouth and disappeared before it spread to the corners of his eyes. It was very light.

"Whatever." I responded lazily. I leaned comfortably in the chair made of pure handmade cowhide. Apart from the lack of strength, I really wasn't picky. I had never seen most of the things he came into contact with.

From the rearview mirror, I saw Yin Yijie's silent smile again, just like the street lights, faintly smudged and unreal.

In front of the traffic light, Yin Yijie opened the refrigerator, took out a can of brown juice, and handed it to me.

I hesitated for a moment, then saw the green light in front of me and quickly took it.

The milk papaya juice tastes a bit like chai, but the aftertaste is okay and not unpleasant to drink.

After a day of classes and self-study in the afternoon and evening, I hardly drank any water. I was really hungry and thirsty, so I drank it all in one go.

Just as she was raising her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a big, fair and smooth hand stretched out in front of her, holding a paper towel tube. Please indicate www when reprinting.


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