Wayne's movement of climbing over the window seemed to have pressed the pause button, and his heart suddenly
A "thump" jump. o(m) There was a slight twisting of the handle at the door. But the attempt failed because Wayne had already locked it.
Someone outside knocked on the door again. This time the voice was louder, and he sounded slightly annoyed.
Wayne suddenly came to his senses and quickly took off his cloak and hid it. At the same time, he also put the coat and pants he was wearing on the bedside, wearing only a pair of white boxer briefs.
He opened the door as quietly as a thief, fearing to disturb others. However, in fact, this has no effect at all except for a little self-comfort.
Seeing the pretty girl standing outside the door, Wayne pretended to rub his eyes and looked like he wasn't awake.
"Huh?...It's Chris, what's wrong?" Seeing his look, Chris' face turned red.
But she didn't dare to make too much noise in the corridor, so she had to hold down Wayne and push him into the room, and then relocked the door behind her.
Landing smoothly. Only then did she relax a little.
"Why don't you wear clothes?" Chris looked away and whispered. There were no lights on in the room.
But the moonlight shining in from the window reflected everything clearly.
"I like to sleep naked recently," he said.
"The quality of sleep will be better this way." - Liar. Wayne had never been in the habit of sleeping naked. In fact, he just wanted her to get out of trouble as soon as possible.
Although she was wearing similar clothes to when she was swimming, Chris was really stressed by her bedside in the middle of the night.
"Then...there's no need..." Wayne saw her obvious guilt and deliberately took a step forward.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Chris closed her eyes tightly and pushed his chest to prevent him from getting closer. But as soon as her hand touched his body, she suddenly retracted it as if she had been burned.
"You, put on your clothes first!" She shouted in a low voice with her face flushed. Wayne smiled and stopped teasing her.
He sat back on the edge of the bed, lifted up the blanket and got into the bed, with only one head exposed and looking at her faintly.
"What happened?" he asked. Seeing that he didn't push her too far, Chrissy's tense mood finally relaxed a little.
"I just...want to talk to you." She also leaned against the bed, hugging her knees and sitting on the carpet.
Their heads were at the same level, and each could see the other's expression clearly. Wayne had a very subtle feeling.
...We have so much time alone during the day, is there anything special that we must keep secretly until midnight?
However, Chris cannot be driven away directly. So he had no choice but to
"Hmm" said. Wayne seemed to be listening, but Chris fell silent. She put her head on the edge of the bed, tilting her hair in a daze.
After waiting for a while, seeing that she really had no intention of speaking for a while, Wayne asked doubtfully: "Do you have something you want to say?" While he was talking, he wanted to talk to me, but at the same time he couldn't even say a word. Are you willing to spit it out... Could it be that you are acting awkwardly again?
"Ms. Chris, can't you... miss me so much that you can't sleep at night?" Wayne lifted a corner of the blanket on his body, raised his chin and said, "I'll leave half of the quilt for you. If you want, you can Get in there yourself." Chris raised her eyebrows and stood up, looking like she was about to teach him a lesson.
However, when her knees just touched the edge of the bed, the anger on her face disappeared in an instant.
"...That's fine." She said suddenly. Upon hearing these two words, Wayne's eyes widened. But Chrissy seemed to have made up her mind, and actually crawled into his bed along the thin blanket that was lifted, and hugged him.
Uncharacteristically, there was no avoidance. Her body was warm, but the material of her pajamas was cool. Wayne was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Chris...if you suddenly treat me too well, I will panic." He was already used to her pushing and blocking.
She hummed softly and buried her head in Wayne's arms.
"Then do you like it?" It seemed like she was embarrassed to see his face; but also like she wanted to absorb his breath more deeply.
He closed his eyes and thought seriously.
"...I like it." He couldn't see Chris's expression, but he felt a slight change in the breath blowing under his neck.
It seems, a little harder.
"Why do you lock the door now? You didn't lock it before." She asked as if remembering something.
Would I tell you to lock the door when you have a nightly schedule? Even if I'm beaten to death, I won't tell you. Wayne answered naturally: "I sleep naked every day during this period. If I don't lock the door, what if someone sees me?"
"Who wants to look at you..." Chris thought he was narcissistic and complained wordlessly. When his charm was questioned, Wayne couldn't ignore it.
"Huh?" He asked back: "I'm so handsome, and even when I'm walking on the road, there are always some big girls and little girls looking back. How is it possible that no one wants to see me?"
"If there is a little maid who admires me with evil intentions or something, and sneaks in while I unlock the door..." He said meaningfully, and the words were full of hints.
However, Chris had no idea that the person he was referring to was herself. Instead, she was stimulated by the scene and became angry.
"How dare they!" She grabbed onto Wayne, sat on him, and held his face between her palms.
"Do you have any thoughts about the maid at home?" she asked coldly. Wayne was a little speechless.
"No."
"If not, how could you imagine such a scene?!" The gentleness and sweetness just now were gone.
"If there is, there may indeed be." Wayne changed his mind. Chrissy's eyes were red, and tears filled her eyes in an instant.
Wayne suddenly panicked and hugged her quickly: "I was just joking, the person I want to talk about is you..."
"You!" Chrissy was ashamed and angry when she realized that she had been deceived.
"I won't believe you!"
"Hey, keep your voice down!" Wayne was still a little panicked. He didn't have the magic to block the sound now. If the parents heard him, he wouldn't be able to wash it off even if he jumped into the river.
Chris hid under the quilt, wiping away the tears that suddenly appeared out of control.
"I've already... fallen in love with you. Why do you keep telling me to like others?" She murmured aggrievedly and bitterly.
Wayne simply didn't know what to say, so he could only apologize: "I'm sorry, I really just want to adjust the atmosphere..." Next time in front of Chris, he won't talk nonsense again.
"Do you not like me that much at all..." (Search on Baidu on mobile for [My sister is a villainous daughter + new book] Click to read on mobile phone to turn pages, eye protection, power saving, data saving function)
