Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

He strode in.

Just before the door closed, his big hand pushed the door open.

His eyes met hers, and she bowed her head hastily.

"Thinly...finely..."

The voice was so terrifying that she didn't know how to continue to resist, she just took a step back silently.

Before he had time to turn on the light, the bleak night cast his scorching eyes like a lion that had been hungry for a long time—in the ice and snow, he was so hungry, and now, he finally saw a plump prey.

Instinctively, he was about to pounce on him and bite fiercely.However, I dare not.

This is the first time in his life that he is timid: because the night is confusing and it is easy to cause hallucinations.

"Thin..."

"Thin..."

He made a sound, very weakly.

As if still in a dream, I can't believe that all this is real.He even tried to open his eyes wide, for fear that in the next moment, all this would become a phantom.

"Stupid girl..."

She still stood quietly with her back against the wall, surprisingly weak.

At that time, it was the night of New Year's Eve, which was supposed to be the most dimly lit night of the year for family reunion.However, in this foreign country, there is no sound of firecrackers, no smell of bacon, and no loud gongs and drums. There is only the greatest darkness before the coming dawn.

In the grandest place, it is already another day, so, in this foreign place where the moon is rounder, this night seems ambiguous and weird—nondescript, and the name is not right.

Her figure became a silhouette facing the window.

He always suspected that he was lying on the bed at home and dreaming.

Or, have fallen asleep on the plane sent by the Queen Mother.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and touched her face timidly, very, very carefully: "Silly girl... is it really you? Is it really you?"

She tilted her head slightly, and his big hand fell on her hair - body temperature!

Even the hair is slightly warm.

And he, still joyful, unable to restrain himself, his voice trembling slightly unnoticed all the time: "Xinxi...Xinxi...Yan Xixi...is it really you..."

At this moment, I long for her to answer.

Even one word is fine.

Even a few harsh words, rage, crying, or a slap in the face... just make a little noise.However, she was silent... just like once in a dream he had once in a while, no matter how you shouted or how sad she was, she would come and go like a puff of smoke.

Maybe it was because the silence was too long, and he couldn't be sure. He wanted to turn on the light, but he lost his courage again. The light was like the sun. Once it came out, the ghosts disappeared.

No, he dare not.

"Xixi... Yan Xixi... Please, promise me... Xixi..."

Obviously, he has touched her body temperature, but that feeling has always been unreliable.

He repeated over and over again, except for calling her name, there was nothing he could do.

"Thin..."

She was also in a trance, as if in a dream.

Obviously full of resentment, at this moment, hate can't even be hated.

She was just extremely tired, and her body was slowly weakening.

He stretched out his big hand to support her, but she stepped back and sat on the sofa, almost closing her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

He was stunned to hear the slight breathing.

"Xixi, are you asleep?"

"Thin..."

He didn't dare to bother her, and was very careful, sat down slowly, stretched out his big hand, and held her in his arms.