Just after eating her fill and sitting on the sofa for a while, she couldn’t help feeling a bit sleepy.
Just as she yawned, she felt the man beside her move, seemingly intending to return to the room.
Luo Luo imdiately perked up and stood up without saying a word.
He took a step, and she took a step, like a little tag-along, following him step by step.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, and the young girl, unable to stop in ti, bumped into his chest.
The familiar scent of milk mixed with a faint floral fragrance hit her nose.
The softness of her body brought an unfamiliar flutter.
Yan Yan squinted his eyes, quietly watching her.
His chest was really too hard; the young girl hit it so hard that tears welled up, her big eyes watery.
Pitifully, she raised her head:
"Beautiful woman..."
The man’s short hair swayed slightly and half-covered those excessively enchanting and dangerous eyes.
In a low voice, he asked, "Why are you following ?"
This little thing had been following him all the way.
The young girl’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, conflicted for a long ti.
Then she mumbled softly, "Beautiful woman, do you hate ..."
Obviously, he didn’t seem like he wanted to throw her out.
But he also didn’t pay much attention to her, appearing angry every ti he saw her, just after getting angry in the restaurant.
Even when she helped him work, he wasn’t happy.
She wondered if he hated her.
Looking at those tear-filled eyes and the young girl biting her lower lip.
Yan Yan’s gaze was dark and deep, unusually not impatient with soone.
He lazily said, "I don’t hate you."
He was very curious, how did she co to the conclusion that he hated her?
What did she think of him, Yan Yan? If he really hated her, did she think she could still be alive now?
"But..." she thought of sothing, aggrieved, "you don’t let work."
He said she was different from the others, but what exactly was different.
They all could help him, so why couldn’t she.
If he didn’t like her, he could just say so, she could leave, no need to trouble him to drive her away.
Yan Yan: "...?"
Not working ans he hates her?
It was the first ti he was curious about how soone’s mind worked.
Frowning, he asked, "Why do you want to work?"
He was beginning to suspect that soone might have bullied her while he was not around.
The young girl’s eyelashes fluttered, hesitated for a while, and softly said, "I want to repay you."
Actually, besides wanting to repay, more so she wanted to cling to his side...
Maybe because he saved her twice, subconsciously she felt that being by his side was very safe.
So she wanted to stay by his side.
However, she didn’t dare to tell him.
She was afraid he would find her annoying.
Repay?
Yan Yan looked at the innocent young girl in front of him, his thin lips curved slightly, making those phoenix eyes even more dark and wicked.
He slowly spoke, "Do you really think doing so work can repay ?"
So working couldn’t repay him?
Luo Luo furrowed her little eyebrows in conflict, softly asked, "Then how do you say I should do it?"
Yan Yan didn’t reply, his gaze landed on the young girl’s thin shoulders.
With her little arms and legs, weak beyond belief, couldn’t even glance away and Huang Sijun would bully her like that.
Still thinking of repaying him?
His voice lowered slightly, "Go back to sleep."
Sleep as repaynt? She didn’t believe it!
Yun Qiluo pouted, "Then can I still work?"
"No."
"Okay then." She lowered her head dejectedly, as if he had taken away her lifelong dream, listlessly waving at him, "Then good night, beautiful woman."
Even her back wrote of weakness, pity, helplessness, and loneliness.
Yan Yan couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Just how much does she like working?
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