There was a slight trace of sweat on her forehead, and she spoke in a low voice, "Ling Ang, I just had a nightmare, dreaming about those terrible ghosts during the day... I dare not sleep alone..."
Ling Ang looked at her lovingly and said softly: "Come in."
Wang Aoshuang walked into the room. There was a steady masculine aura floating in the air. For some reason, she felt a little confused in her heart.
Ling Ang poured a glass of warm water for her, with a little warmth in his eyes, "Drink a glass of water to warm yourself up."
She took the cup and took a few sips, her face very apologetic: "I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest so late."
She knew that Ling Ang received a call from his assistant tonight, saying that something important had happened in the company and he needed to go back to deal with it.
He will leave early tomorrow morning and if he is disturbed now, he will definitely not have the energy to work tomorrow.
Originally, she really didn't want to knock on his door, but after she had the nightmare, she tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. As soon as she closed her eyes, those horrific and bloody scenes appeared in front of her, making her
It's like going back to that haunted house again.
She huddled under the quilt and always felt that something strange was in the room.
So she had no choice but to bite the bullet and come here.
"It doesn't matter, I brought you out, and I should be responsible for you to the end." His tone was gentle, with a clear water in his eyes.
When a man and a woman were alone in the same room, Wang Aoshuang suddenly turned red when he heard the words "responsible to the end". Fortunately, the light was dim and he could not see clearly.
She cursed secretly in her heart, Wang Aoshuang, your thoughts are really impure.
Realizing that she was a little unnatural, Ling Ang raised his lips slightly and said seriously: "You can sleep in my bed, I will work overtime tonight."
"No." She blurted out, already feeling embarrassed for disturbing him. How could she sleep on his bed and let him work all night. "You can sleep, I can just sit like this. I just don't want to be alone."
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Ling Ang stared at her quietly and said in a tough tone, "How can I let a woman sit all night long?"
"No matter what, I won't sleep in your bed." She whispered, with a hint of stubbornness on her face.
Ling Ang noticed the stubbornness in her body and knew that she would definitely be unwilling, so he had to compromise, "Okay, then I will chat with you."
He took a coat, walked to her, helped her put it on, and sat down on the wicker chair on the balcony.
Wang Aoshuang covered her coat and looked at his gloomy figure, complex emotions welling up in her heart. She always felt that there were many things hidden in his heart.
There is a special kind of quietness in Auckland at night, and the fragrance of flowers from the balcony rushes towards you, exuding a light floral fragrance.
The two sat in silence.
She hesitated slightly, turned around and asked softly: "Ling Ang, do you consider me a friend?"
Ling Ang turned to look at her. Under the cover of night, his face was slightly feminine, and his dark eyes were shimmering, like falling into the stars.
He nodded slightly, "Of course, why do you ask that?"
"If you regard me as a friend, you can tell me what's on your mind. It might make you feel better."
Ling Ang looked at her intently, his spring-like eyes now dry with pain.
He closed his lips and lowered his eyebrows. There was no point in saying it. It was already too late.