Love Letters

Chapter 192 Return of the property to its original owner

The story is long. Xu Mobai was afraid that He Miao would catch a cold, so he took her back.

The overflowing water poured down onto the tiles on the floor as lightly as her weight.

It was her second time at his house and her second time wearing his clothes.

The sleeves were folded again and again, and the trouser legs were rolled up again and again.

Unlike the previous nights, a hot wind swept across her face.

She brought her knees together, rubbed her rosy cheeks, and tilted her head towards the window.

He just said he would send her back.

She only mentioned it lightly, because her parents went back to Huaicheng for the May Day holiday.

So he brought her back.

For a moment, I didn't know who had bad intentions...

She walked out of the bathroom, came to Xu Mobai, sat down in front of him naturally, and asked him to help her blow dry her hair.

As the warm wind blew, He Miao felt his exposed skin a little itchy.

"I'll do it myself. You go wash first, and I'll help you check the wound later."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Xu Mobai's eyes fell on the ends of He Miao's hair and he began to look her over.

His fingertips did not stop, moving through her hair.

After Xu Mobai finished washing, He Miao sat on the sofa and checked his wound.

Xu Mobai said it was okay, but he couldn't stand He Miao's insistence.

The noise continued for a long time. The sound of fabric swishing and footsteps, and the feeling of hair being stroked.

It turned out that the injuries on his back were more serious than those on his hands. There were both new and old wounds on his fair and broad back.

She subconsciously reached out and touched him, and he trembled all over.

He Miao sighed and started to use some strength.

She stood up and pushed open the window, and the hazy night brought in cool air.

In the quiet room, the drowsy sound of the evening breeze blowing in through the window makes people close their eyes involuntarily.

He Miao felt so comfortable that he wanted to close his eyes.

So, Xu Mobai fell asleep.

After treating the wound, he lay on her legs, hugged her waist, and fell asleep without even putting on his clothes.

He rested his left cheek on his knee and closed his eyes.

Maybe I'm really tired today.

She didn't know where he came from, how long it took him, or how much energy it took him to get back.

But he did come back for her.

She stared quietly at the piano in the corner, and in an instant she remembered the sadness he showed when he played the piano, like a melancholy prince.

The images in the memories evoked by the piano music kept reappearing, calming my confused mind.

The moonlight is bright and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

Suddenly, Ye Feng carefully closed the door with a muffled "bang", but did not wake up the boy on his lap.

However, He Miao suddenly lost all desire to sleep.

The room returned to silence. She calmed down and looked at Xu Mobai's face unconsciously.

She looked down at the boy, and soon parted the strands of hair on his forehead, revealing his delicate and handsome features.

She looked at his face quietly, absorbed in it.

The moon was very bright that night, shining through the window and falling entirely on his face.

He was very white, his skin was as white as snow, without a trace of blood, and he was a head taller than his peers.

The blood on his hands had been wiped clean, revealing a pair of slender and beautiful hands.

He Miao has heard Liu Feifei say this many times, similar to "hand control", "voice control", "face control"...

The first time He Miao learned these words, she really liked Xu Mobai's hands, especially when he played the piano and explained exercises to her...!

The fingertips dance on the piano keys, the hand holding the pen just draws lightly, and the ideas come out...

When he lay quietly in bed, he was like a sleeping baby, completely non-aggressive.

But, this kind of person, when he was awake in the deep alley before...

Completely different from that time, he was full of hostility and danger, and there were bruises and scars on his face and body.

Seeing him like this made her feel inexplicably nervous.

The moonlight gradually slides to the west, time passes quietly, and the curtains cannot block the bright and clear moon.

She sat beside him, saying nothing.

She traced the sharp jawline, the bridge of the nose, the slightly soft lips with her fingertips.

"Why did she come back?"

She suddenly spoke in a low voice, looking at him, as if she was asking herself and also as if she was talking to him.

Perhaps because he heard her mumbling, or perhaps because her expression was too focused, the boy opened his eyes slightly.

The moonlight outside the window was falling on her face. When he opened his eyes, he saw her gorgeous face, which was so tender at the moment that it seemed unrealistically beautiful.

Everything that happened a few hours ago flashed before his eyes one by one. He suddenly woke up, with deep fear and anxiety in his eyes.

It's like the fear is just a dream!

He grabbed her wrist fiercely, the knuckles turned white, and his nails dug into the palm.

Noticing that he was struggling, she pressed down his arm and said, "Don't move. I won't leave."

He Miao was not frightened by his panic, and still slowly covered him with the blanket.

Finally, she gently hugged his neck.

He stopped struggling and lay down obediently, his breathing rapid and his eyes staring at her.

His eyes were very black and beautiful, shining with an inky black light under the bright moonlight. If you looked at them for too long, it seemed as if they could devour you.

She didn't dodge and met his gaze.

The two seemed to be competing to see who would lose first if they closed their eyes.

He Miao never thought that she just blinked her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes again it was already the next morning.

She lifted the quilt and tried to get up, and the first thing she saw was a red rope, the bright color was very eye-catching.

"What are you giving this to me for?"

He Miao thought the one she was wearing was Xu Mobai's, so she ran to the kitchen to find him, only to find that he also had one on his hand.

Xu Mobai, who was cooking, shifted his gaze to He Miao's hand.

One hour ago......

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines into the bedroom through the curtains, the whole space suddenly becomes warm.

The young man on the sofa slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't slept so well in a long time.

He hasn't slept well in the past half month.

On the one hand, he felt uneasy and was eager to come back to see He Miao.

On the other hand, there is Xu Zhancheng, whose gambling leaves him no time to spare.

His eyes were blank for a moment, then regained focus. He turned his head to look in the direction of the window, staring blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Memories of last night came flooding back to him, and he froze. Everything seemed unreal.

It was like a dream, like many dreams he had had before.

Maybe because of this, it feels even less realistic.

However, when he realized that there was something lying on top of him, the real weight of it made his wandering heart settle back down.

His eyes swept across her face and then quickly moved away.

The wound on his wrist had been treated, but the mark was still there.

She carried her back to the room and put her on the bed, tucked in the quilt as carefully as possible and closed the door...

The young man said nothing, came to his senses, and his eyes fell back on He Miao.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

"Will you explain this first?"

He Miao raised his hand towards him.

The red rope on her wrist was clearly visible, exactly the same as the one on his.

The only difference is that there is an extra piece of jade.

Xu Mobai pulled his gaze back, staring at the flame on the stove, and said lightly, "That was originally yours, and now it is returned to its original owner."