Luo Xichen's body was shaken, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You...are waiting for me?"
"Hmm." Su Wanqing was still rubbing her eyes and nodded with some confusion, her voice full of faint complaints, "Why didn't you run away without telling me?"
Luo Xichen looked at her from a high place, and happened to see the deep and beautiful ravine under her loose yukata. Her ice-blue eyes couldn't help but become deep again, and the fire in her lower abdomen that was finally extinguished started to set off a prairie fire again.
It burned up.
He forced himself to turn his head and no longer look at her, his voice full of deep depression: "Because... I can't be in the same room with you."
"Ah?" Su Wanqing felt as if someone had poured cold water on her head. She could not help but feel numb from her scalp to the soles of her feet. "How come... you suddenly started to hate me?"
The red lips were trembling and losing color: "If you don't want to live with me, you can tell me from the beginning. I can go to the girl's place and squeeze in..."
"That's not the case!" Luo Xichen roared.
Su Wanqing looked at him with a somewhat impatient look, and couldn't help but feel aggrieved. She bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth, her long and slightly curled eyelashes trembled, and a layer of light mist condensed on her fairy-tale eyes.
She waited for him all night, and what she got in return was his temper?
"Then what do you think?" Su Wanqing retorted somewhat reluctantly.
Luo Xichen closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "How do you want me to have a calm mood, just one step away from you, watching you sleeping in cool clothes?"
Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned red. It turned out...that's what he meant.
"I'm sorry." She lowered her head and her voice was like a mosquito.
Luo Xichen held his forehead, and Qingyue's voice was filled with a sense of powerlessness: "Why do you need to apologize? It's me who should apologize."
"It's because I don't have enough self-control that I go out to enjoy the air and relax."
Su Wanqing said "Oh", put away the thin blanket covering her body, put it casually on her arms, turned around and walked towards the house.
Luo Xichen followed Su Wanqing into the house and gently closed the door.
Because of a trivial matter, Wan Qing lost all sleepiness and felt inexplicably depressed. She sat on the tatami with her knees in her arms, her eyes unfocused, and she was in a daze.
Luo Xichen sat down next to her, stretched out his arms, and gently hugged her thin shoulders. Seeing that she didn't seem to respond, he called out tentatively.
"Wan Qing, what's wrong with you?"
Su Wanqing shook her head, leaned on Luo Xichen's shoulder obediently, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"I'm sorry for making you worry." Luo Xichen's heart tightened, and he held her arm tightly and added a little more strength.
For a moment, a strange feeling suddenly surged in Luo Xichen's heart, and he wanted to hold her like this until the end of time.
A unique lingering fragrance floated to Su Wanqing's nose, and she sniffed it carefully. It was a bit like a mixture of mango and tulip.
"Xichen, do you use perfume?"
Luo Xichen frowned slightly and said, "I am a grown man, what kind of perfume should I use?"
"Oh, that's it." Su Wanqing responded lightly. Although she didn't say anything else, the uneasiness in her heart gradually spread.
She is not a troublesome girl, let alone a talkative woman.