Chapter 102 Coaxing Her to Sleep

At night, Tang Susu lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Closing my eyes, the only thing that came to my mind was He Zhimo's words: "My girlfriend has already said no, why don't you leave?"

Did he say this just because he wanted a girlfriend to help him out?

She turned over and hid her head under the quilt.

The scene of the man squatting down and holding her feet appeared in her mind again.

His fingertips were so hot, and he was so gentle when he touched her feet.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

What does He Zhimo mean?

Does he like her a little?

Tang Susu felt like she was going crazy. She poked her head out from under the quilt and wanted to pick up her phone to make a call and find out.

But when the phone clicked on the address book, she stopped again.

She was afraid that he didn't mean that, and that the call had been inappropriate and made him dislike her.

She buried her head in the quilt again.

The next second, the scene that came to her mind was He Zhimo being squeezed to her side by the crowd, looking down at her.

What's wrong with her? It hasn't been long since they broke up, but she starts thinking about him all the time.

She leaned forward again, took out her cell phone, and couldn't help but send him a message.

[He Zhimo, have you arrived home yet...]

She shook her head. It was already late at night, how could he not be at home yet?

She blinked and suddenly realized that it was late at night and she was still sending messages to others in the middle of the night, disturbing their rest.

She was about to cancel, but her fingertip accidentally touched send.

The message was sent.

She looked at the message board, feeling anxious. She thought about canceling the message, but she saw that the other party was [losing]

A few seconds later.

He Zhimo said something.

[Yes, I'll be home at ten o'clock.]

She was stunned for two seconds, and the corners of her mouth curved up. He hit her in seconds, he ignored her before.

She couldn't help but give him the news.

Xiao Xiaosu: [It’s so late, why haven’t you gone to bed yet? Can’t you sleep? ]

He Zhimo: [Miss Tang can't sleep? ]

Tang Susu stared at the message and sighed softly, "Yeah, I don't know why, but when I think of you, I can't sleep."

But she didn't dare tell him what was in her heart.

She replied, "Well, I had so much fun today that I can't sleep."

Men seconds.

【Me too. 】

She stared at these three words, stunned.

Him too?

Did he also feel that it was fun to play with her today?

Or is he also a little insomniac?

Or was he like her, suffering from insomnia because he was too happy today?

But she didn't know why, she didn't dare to ask such a simple question.

What's wrong with her?

The phone suddenly rang.

She was stunned for a second, saw the caller ID, and quickly answered it.

"He Zhimo."

She scratched her hair nervously with her slender white fingers, her heart beating uncontrollably. Why did he call her all of a sudden?

The man whispered, "Ms. Tang, please turn on the hands-free mode of your phone."

She was stunned for a second, then lightly touched the screen with her fingertips and clicked hands-free.

"alright."

Then, she heard the sound of the piano lid being opened, and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

The next second, piano music sounded softly.

She was stunned.

He Zhimo was actually playing the piano for her.

Chopin's Nocturne No. 2 in E-flat major, Op. 9.

This was a song she had played at the New Year's Eve party and she had invited He Zhimo to watch it, but he didn't go that day.

The piano sounds calm and distant, low and gentle, like a young man telling a story softly.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, and she suddenly remembered how she felt when she played the music.

In this strange world, the girl appears optimistic and cheerful on the surface, but she actually hides her anxiety and fear in her heart. In this different world, she cannot see the direction of her future.

There are many ways to play this song, how come he plays it so similarly to hers?

Her personal style is extremely distinct, and unless you deliberately try to learn it, it is impossible to be so similar to her.

Could it be that he actually went to see her performance that day?

But why did he go there but not see her?

Finally, the man finished the song.

She couldn't help but ask, "He Zhimo, can you play the piano now?"

Mingming, before she left, he couldn't play the piano, but now he plays it quite well.

"I've practiced for so long, but I still can't play as well as Miss Tang. Miss Tang is undoubtedly a piano genius."

, every word struck her heart.

She shook her head. "How could that be? You play very well. I've been practicing for more than ten years. How long have you been learning?"

In the dark night, the man laughed softly.

She suddenly felt a little nervous.

After a while, the man slowly spoke, "I recently learned two new songs. If Miss Tang doesn't mind talking, you can use them as lullabies."

She was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that he wanted to play the piano to help her fall asleep.

She waved her hand, "No, no need..."

How could she trouble him so much?

The man spoke in a low voice over the phone, "It's okay, I just couldn't sleep, so I wanted to play the piano."

She imagined He Zhimo sitting on the piano stool and playing the piano, but in the end she lay obediently on the bed.

He likes playing the piano to lull her to sleep, how can she not be moved.

She put her cell phone on speakerphone and placed it on the bedside table.

Late at night, the whole world became quiet, except for the occasional chirping of insects and birds outside the window.

Chopin's Nocturne sounded softly in this quiet night.

The girl's uneasy heart finally calmed down.

She closed her eyes and soon fell into a dream.

Piano room.

Pure moonlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man playing the piano was like an ancient clan member walking out of a castle, with a pale face, noble temperament, and beautiful appearance. He was simply too perfect.

After playing each song, He Zhimo paused for a few seconds until he heard the girl's shallow breathing, raised his hand, and finished playing the piano.

He lowered his head to the phone and whispered, "Good night, Susu."