Chapter 2140 Hold Me Tight If You’re Cold

Ruomu looked back at the man and replied, "Oh, he's my neighbor. He happened to be free today, so he sent me here."

Neighbors, neighbors from my hometown, or neighbors in my new residence in Haicheng.

Her answer was not accurate enough, so Xiao Jun did not ask any more questions.

He just suddenly realized that he didn't understand this girl at all, and of course she didn't want him to understand.

The two of them are not familiar with each other.

Xiao Jun dropped his hand and did not insist on giving her clothes.

Then Ruomu waved to him and trotted towards the gate.

After she left the house, the young man had already ridden his motorcycle in front of her. Only then did Xiao Jun realize that she had come by motorcycle.

She took the helmet the man handed her, put it on her head, and then sat astride the empty seat behind the man.

With the noisy sound of the engine, the motorcycle drove away from the manor gate and soon disappeared in the snow.

Xiao Jun stood there, looking in the direction Ruomu left, feeling ridiculous and absurd.

He must be extremely bored to send clothes to a maid he had fired.

He laughed at himself, his face darkened, and he turned around and got into the car.

I put my down jacket and scarf on the passenger seat, turned the car around and drove back in the direction I came from.

But after driving a few dozen meters, he suddenly braked, looked coldly at the down jacket and scarf, lowered the window, and threw the two pieces of clothing out of the window.

The car restarted and continued driving on the silent white road.

Xiao Jun felt that he had finally returned to his past state, alone, lonely but peaceful.

He thought he should go sketching by the lake, so he drove to the lake, but when he got his painting supplies from the back seat, he realized that he only brought an easel and a drawing board, without even a pen.

I had no choice but to return to the driving seat, stepped on the accelerator deeply in annoyance, and drove towards the villa.

I returned to the study, rubbed my hands to warm them up, fixed the drawing board on the easel, wiped the mist off the window, and prepared to paint the snow scene outside the window.

He wanted to focus on the easel. Painting could make him calm and focused. Whenever he felt upset, he would paint. But today, with the paintbrush in his hand, he just stared at the blank canvas for a long time without applying any color.

Then I'll practice the basics and draw something random. I put a blanket on the chair and put a vase on it. Today I'll draw the vase.

Unfortunately, I still can't focus.

Even though I have drawn the bottle countless times and can draw it with my eyes closed, not a single stroke of it is right today.

Because whenever I look at that chair, I will think of the expression of the little girl sitting there just now.

Xiao Jun threw away his paintbrush in frustration and slammed the door before leaving...

That night, Xiao Jun had that strange dream again.

This time, the scene in the dream finally changed to a different location, not just on the sofa in his bedroom...

He dreamed that he was painting in his study, and Ruomu was sitting on the chair behind his easel, serving as his model.

She was naked and shivering with cold.

She said pitifully, "Master Xiao, I'm so cold, can you lend me some clothes?"

Xiao Jun looked at her body, from her neck to her navel, and then back to her face. He looked into her eyes and said, "Cold? When I gave you clothes during the day, didn't you say you were very cold-resistant?"

"I feel cold now, please let me put on some clothes."

Xiao Jun didn't look at her again. His gaze returned to his drawing board, and he painted her body indifferently.

She reached for her clothes, but Xiao Jun glared at her and said, "You are not allowed to wear them."

After a while, she begged him in tears: "I can't hold on any longer, can you change positions..."

Xiao Jun stopped painting, looked at her, and found that her legs were shaking.

"No." He replied coldly.

Just like that, he got angry at her in his dream, being mean like a bastard, and finally made the little girl cry.

Xiao Jun couldn't continue painting when she started crying. He walked up to her, picked her up from the chair, and held her in his arms. "Why are you so fond of crying?"

"I'm cold..."

"Then hold me tight..."

She put her arms tightly around his waist.

His fingers traced down her spine, step by step, and finally he lay down on the carpet with her...

When I woke up again, it was 3:30 in the morning.

Xiao Jun sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, looked at the sheets that he had soiled again, and scratched his hair in annoyance.

Why hasn't this ridiculous dream ended yet?

Why on earth!

Xiao Jun didn't have any feelings for Ruomu at first, but when he dreamed of making love with her every night, he began to feel suspicious.

Is it really that he wants a woman too much?

You can't fantasize about a little girl every day, right?

Do you want to find a woman to vent your feelings...

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt disgusted with himself.

What if it was Ruomu?

The feeling of disgust in my heart suddenly decreased a lot?

What on earth is this?

Why do I think of that kind of thing when I see her?

Is it because she has a pure appearance?

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure out what was going on, and he wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't. Xiao Jun sighed and got out of bed.

He came to the study and opened the door. The beautiful scene in his dream seemed to be still happening here.

He pressed his solar plexus and walked into the study.

He opened the drawer and took out the IOU she left.

The amount owed did include the cash he had secretly placed in her bag.

He sat in a chair, looking at the IOU, and began to ponder a question: why did she suddenly ask for 100,000 yuan?

Actually, I could just call and ask now, but it’s already past three in the morning. After thinking about it, I decided to forget it and wait until the next day.

Xiao Jun didn't go back to the bedroom. The sheets were dirty and he didn't want to sleep in that bed anymore. He didn't know where the clean sheets were and was too lazy to ask someone to change them, so he spent the night on the sofa in the study.

He didn't have any dreams after that and slept quite soundly.

The next day, when Xiao Jun woke up, it was already afternoon.

He simply put on a thick coat, took his painting supplies, and went to the flower bed in the backyard.

As for the things I thought about Ruomu in the early morning of the previous night, after dawn, I regained my sanity and felt that those thoughts at night were ridiculous.

It's just a dismissed servant, there's no need for him to care so much about it.

She came to borrow money, and he had it, so he just lent it to her without asking so many questions about her private affairs.

As for those dreams, it was probably because he had been feeling empty both physically and mentally recently, and the girl happened to be by his side, so unfortunately she became the object of his fantasy.

In short, Xiao Jun did not intend to continue to worry about Ruomu's affairs. He had to adjust from the brief chaos as soon as possible and return to his previous peaceful life.

He chose a scene in the flower garden, set up his easel, and prepared to paint.

After a while, two gardeners came to the flower garden, one in his thirties and the other in his early twenties.

The one in his thirties, Xiao Jun had some impression of him. He was a fellow villager of Ruomu, and his name seemed to be Liu Dong, because Ruomu called him Brother Liu Dong.