Huo Jinnan looked at Che Huan, his voice a low and gravelly whisper, "Open your eyes."
Che Huan opened her eyes, looked at Huo Jinnan, bit her lip, her eyes clear as if washed by water, and it was a while before she said softly, "It’s still not clean."
"The last day?" Huo Jinnan’s eyes deepened.
"Yes." Che Huan’s gaze dodged, her cheeks flushed, and she did not dare to look at him.
Huo Jinnan stood up, removed his suit while standing there, "I’m going to take a shower."
Che Huan stole a glance and quickly averted her eyes. What...what should she do tomorrow night?
There was a sense of inevitability!
After lying in bed for a while, she soon saw Huo Jinnan co out with a white towel loosely tied around his waist, just a glimpse, his sturdy, taut abs visible under the dim light...
He looked like an ancient god from the Genesis, stepping out of a dieval painting!
Her gaze was fixed, her breathing montarily suspended.
Huo Jinnan lay down beside Che Huan.
Che Huan lay stiffly, only after a while managing to ask softly, "Did you drive here?"
"Yes." Huo Jinnan lifted his arm to turn off the light.
"Tired?" Che Huan didn’t know what else to say, slling the pleasant scent on his body, feeling a bit nostalgic, and couldn’t help but subtly scooch closer.
"Yes." Huo Jinnan glanced at Che Huan and got out of bed again.
Che Huan gently rubbed her cheeks, lying quietly, feeling the warmth he left behind, a sense of security washing over her.
As she lay there, her thoughts drifted to their daughter. If they found her, would the little one accept a new sister?
If the little one didn’t like her, didn’t accept the new sister or accept her, what would she do?
When Huo Jinnan ca out, he saw her biting her lip in thought, his gaze lingering for a mont.
Hearing footsteps, Che Huan wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and looked at Huo Jinnan, "Do you think the little one will not accept..."
Before she could finish, she realized sothing was off and prudently closed her mouth.
Huo Jinnan took out a cigarette from his suit pocket and spun it on his fingertip, his eyes roaming over her face, his voice lightly hoarse, "Won’t accept you as a stepmother?"
At the words "stepmother," Che Huan blushed, her voice barely audible, "I was talking about the child."
"You’re overthinking it."
Huo Jinnan swept a profound look at Che Huan, took out a lighter, and with a "click," lit the cigarette, took a drag, and lay back on the bed.
Che Huan watched his smoking, "Isn’t that much, right?"
Huo Jinnan took the ashtray, gently tapping off the ash, glancing sideways at Che Huan, "You only need to do one thing."
One thing? What thing?
Che Huan wanted to ask, but seeing his expression, she didn’t speak, afraid he would say sothing that would make her blush and her heart race.
Huo Jinnan grasped her wrist, pulling her into his embrace, his fingertips resting on where it hurt her, his voice magnetic, "Place here, and leave the rest to ."
Che Huan was startled.
Place him here?
In her heart?
This man, he wanted her heart!
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