Lin Ajiu looked at him with raised eyebrows, her eyebrows were slightly curved, and her tone was gentle. But the words she said made the atmosphere at the scene inexplicably colder. "According to what you said, if I don't go, it would seem that I am stingy."
"Ms. Lin was joking. Whether you come or not is all up to you, but I think," Cheng Bo still maintained his invitation gesture, raised the corners of his lips at the right angle, and said appropriately, "If you come, , Mo will always be happy."
Lin Ajiu suppressed the fake smile on her face and said with a faint smile, "Secretary Cheng still knows the art of speaking."
Cheng Bo smiled and replied, "Ms. Lin is so complimentary."
After getting on the bus, Cheng Bo first called Feng Yimo to report, and then under his instructions, he sent Lin Ajiu to a famous private restaurant.
When Lin Ajiu arrived, Feng Yimo had already ordered the food. He took the initiative to take Ajiu's coat, and pulled out the chair like a gentleman. His every move showed no sign of the rudeness last night.
The private room was not big, and the seats were ordinary tables for four. Sitting face to face, Lin Ajiu could even smell the faint scent of cold rosin on his body.
It was the smell of his shampoo and shower gel, but it matched him unexpectedly.
There was a subtle "click" sound, and the ring box opened, revealing a diamond ring, which was pushed in front of Lin Ajiu.
"This is for you, do you like it?"
She raised her eyes to look at Feng Yimo, but her eyes fell on his arm involuntarily.
He doesn't seem to like the restrictive feeling of his shirt. He often unbuttons his chest and rolls up his cuffs loosely, revealing his well-defined chest and arms.
There were even scratches on it that were so shallow that they couldn't even be seen.
The temperature seemed a bit high, and my cheeks turned red at some point, like a ripe peach, tempting to taste.
She forgot to answer him, but looked away in panic, fearing that there would be different emotions in her eyes.
All this was seen by Feng Yimo, and Ah Jiu was shaken. This realization made him feel infinite joy in his heart.
Seeing that she was not carrying the bag he had prepared, he hid the emotions surging in his eyes and asked, "Why don't you have a backpack? Do you not like that?"
Only then did Lin Ajiu come back to her senses. She fluttered her eyelashes, held back her erratic heartbeat, and pretended to be calm, "I thought we were clear."
Hearing this, Feng Yimo's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips tightly, his expression dark and unclear, and a low smile of unknown meaning escaped from the corners of his lips.
He pulled out the chair, stood up slowly, and leaned forward across the dining table. His shadow enveloped her, occupying her breath and space forcefully and domineeringly.
He was getting closer and closer, so close that she could clearly see the hair on his face, the dark desire rolling in his eyes, the rolling Adam's apple, and even feel his warm breath.
The breaths intertwined, and in a trance, he returned to the confusing night yesterday.
The moment her thin lips were about to touch her, Lin Ajiu turned her head away in confusion, and the corners of her lips brushed against her cheek, charming and ambiguous.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his chin was grabbed. Feng Yimo controlled the force so that it didn't hurt, but he couldn't escape. Just like him, he was domineering and rude, but also uniquely considerate and gentle in every detail.
His voice was low and hoarse, with intoxicating magnetism, like a lover's murmur, "How can we be so clear-cut?"
He spoke again, his nasal voice rising, like a seductive fairy in a book, "You obviously liked it yesterday, didn't you?"
Hearing this, Lin Ajiu could no longer hold back her emotions. She forcefully knocked off his hand that was holding her chin, and said word by word, "Feng Yimo, that's enough!"
Whether it's a negotiation or an emotional fight, the one who strikes the table first is destined to lose.
Exposed emotions represent fear.
She was afraid.
Lin Ajiu tried to cover up her panic and wanted to look into Feng Yimo's eyes without fear, but she fled under his scorching gaze.
If she was drugged on the first night, she could barely face Feng Yimo.
But the second night, when they were sober and sinking, his domination, his toughness, his rudeness, and his gentleness were all engraved in her mind...
From that moment on, she could no longer face Feng Yimo soberly.
And he took the opportunity to grab her hand, carefully played with her fingertips, and said in a vague voice, "Ajiu, what are you afraid of?"
She wanted to hide and move back, but he grabbed her hard and she couldn't retreat.
"Has your heart really never stopped for me?"
Lin Ajiu replied word for word, "No, never."
But her eyelashes were trembling slightly and her eyes were evasive.
Lin Ajiu had never disliked herself as much as she did today.
She didn't want to go on like this anymore.
But whether she wants it or not is not up to her.
She closed her eyes hard, with a bit of vulnerability and confusion on her face, and she said, "I'm hungry."
Feng Yimo had already gotten the answer he wanted, and stopped pestering her. He raised his hand and rubbed her cheek affectionately, and said with a low smile, "Okay, let's eat first."
The taste of the dishes is based on Lin Ajiu's preference. During the few days she was hospitalized, Feng Yimo had a clear understanding of her preference. She liked the taste light but also sweet.
No wonder it tastes sweet, Feng Yimo thought subconsciously, and then couldn't help but laugh.
He scooped a bowl of sweet soup and put it in front of her, smiling at the way she was eating. She was eating very slowly and very focused. It was hard to imagine that the word concentration would be used to describe a person eating.
But it was true. She ate very focused, her mouth bulging like a squirrel busy hiding food.
But it’s quite a meal.
After eating, Feng Yimo wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then handed over the sealed brown paper bag and said with a smile, "Give this to Tang Tian, she knows how to make it."
Lin Ajiu took the brown paper bag, which was thick and heavy. She nodded and didn't ask anything. She just replied, "Thank you."
"I want a substantive thank you more than a verbal thank you." His eyes fell on her hotly, and he didn't say anything but seemed to say everything.
Lin Ajiu raised her eyes and looked at him blankly. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the brown paper bag, leaving wrinkle marks on it. She asked, "Do you want to take the things back?"
Feng Yimo shook his head and opened his thin lips lightly, "I just want you to stay by my side for a little longer."
She silently placed the brown paper bag on the empty chair next to her, and after a long time she said, "I'm getting better recently, and I don't need to go to the hospital anymore."
We are all adults, and there are always some unspoken rules that preserve dignity for each other.
She thought Feng Yimo was like this too.
But he didn't, he wanted to pierce the window paper.
