The cold wind penetrated Ning Meng's pajamas and penetrated her skin. The coldness seeped into her bones, making her shiver. But she remained motionless, looking at the man in front of her.
The moonlight was like water, shining coldly on him. He was slightly hunched over, as if he could no longer bear the weight of those longings. His profile was sharp, and his movements of holding a cigarette between his fingertips were skillful and heart-wrenching.
He raised his hand and put it in the ashtray in front of the car for a moment, then took another long puff. When he opened his thin lips and spit it out, he finally noticed something and turned his head.
Through the smoke, the two looked at each other.
At that moment, Ning Meng clearly saw Huo Beichen's pupils dilating. Although his face was expressionless, there was panic in his eyes. He felt as if someone had discovered the deepest secret in his heart. He had always been aloof in the past, but he couldn't help it.
The people of this life are actually a bit embarrassed at this moment.
A sour, dull feeling came to my heart.
Ning Meng tried her best to suppress the rising moisture in her eyes and took heavy steps. She slowly approached him step by step.
When the man saw her moving, he seemed to realize something. He quickly put out his cigarette and strode forward.
The short distance of thirty meters from the parking space to the entrance of the corridor felt like a century to Ning Meng.
As the man walked, he unbuttoned his coat. When he came to her, he had already taken off his clothes and put them on her directly. Then he spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why are you down here?"
The coat with the smell of tobacco, wrapped in the warmth of his body, was draped on her body like this, as if to resist the severe cold for her, to hold up a world for her, and to gradually warm up the newly cold limbs.
Under the man's coat, he only wore a shirt that was even thinner than her pajamas, but he seemed not to feel anything. He stood upright, as if the person who was hunched over under something just now was not
He seems...
Ning Meng did not answer his question, but asked: "Why are you here?"
The man hesitated for a moment and answered cautiously: "I have a little insomnia."
Insomnia……
Have you had insomnia for a week in a row?
He had to go to work during the day, hold meetings, and deal with various company matters, but he couldn't sleep at night. Ning Meng didn't know why he had insomnia, so he continued to ask: "I have insomnia, what are you doing here?"
Huo Beichen looked at her with a look that was so deep and unnerving that it seemed like there was some kind of magic in it that would make people fall for it if they were not careful.
The man also seemed to be very tired. As Ning Meng was filled with panic, he spoke in a low voice: "The closer I am to you, the more peaceful I will be."
So, he waits downstairs every night just to be closer to her?
Ning Meng didn't understand where his feeling of dependence came from, nor why this man was so full of affection for her, but at this moment, in this late night, were these things still important?
It's not important anymore.
She only knew that she didn't want to see him in such a mess, and she felt very distressed now.
Ning Meng stretched out her hand to him: "Would you like to go up?"
The man paused slightly, as if he didn't expect Ning Meng to let him go upstairs, but he quickly held her hand and smiled: "Okay."
The two people walked toward the elevator. No one spoke a word along the way, but the hands that were holding each other did not separate.
It wasn't until she entered the warm room that Ning Meng turned around and looked at him: "Can I ask you a question?"