He couldn't hear clearly standing outside the door, so he took two steps forward and walked through the door and into the room.
like?
Yan Huaize thought indifferently that the feeling of liking someone was inherently illusory and groundless.
If she said she was attracted by his family's power and status, he would still regard her as an honest person.
But it seems ridiculous and hypocritical for two people to say they like each other without even meeting each other.
Yan Huaize lost interest in listening to the next sentence.
She defended him vigorously in front of her roommate, and just smiled when she was criticized by him as a love-brained person.
"Okay, then I'm in love. I'm going to take a shower first."
Yan Huaize stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes lowered. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the frail figure picking up toiletries and slowly turning around. In his heart he still felt that she was simply hopeless.
There will be no results between them.
...So no matter whether she is in love or not, or why she approaches him, it has nothing to do with him.
The girl passed him by.
The hair blown by the wind brushed against his hand. He shouldn't have felt anything, but Yan Huaize felt a little itchy.
His hand subconsciously made a grasping motion, as if trying to grab something.
But the moment after realizing this action, Yan Huaize's brows wrinkled slightly, and the corners of his lips were pressed into a tight line.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, as if covered by a thin layer of ice, completely freezing the momentary trance.
He withdrew his hand, curled his fingertips slightly, and then forced himself to stretch them out.
"Boring." He muttered to himself, with a hint of deliberate sarcasm in his voice.
But when his gaze unconsciously followed the distant figure, a flicker of hesitation flashed in his eyes that he himself did not even notice.
The faint fragrance lingering on the girl's hair lingered at the tip of his nose, causing him to take a deep breath unconsciously.
He remembered that he had not seen the other person's face just now, but only caught a glimpse of the other person's small chin exposed on the side of his golden hair.
The next second, Yan Huaize suddenly woke up, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
He raised his hands and rubbed his temples, as if this could crush all those inappropriate thoughts.
"It's really hell." He sneered and turned to leave.
But his feet seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move forward.
The curiosity in my heart urged him to stay.
Look at the face of this woman who can please grandpa.
Anyway, he is no different from being dead now. A wandering ghost here should not be bound by his previous status. He was placed with high hopes and strictly disciplined by his family for ten years, so it is rare for him to do something strange.
Yan Huaize waited quietly.
The waiting time was enough for him to empty his mind and enjoy the rare peace and quiet that had been there for as long as he could remember.
His appearance was already outstanding before, and now it added a bit of otherworldly aloofness.
His prominent brow bones accentuated his deep, peach-shaped eyes, which were slightly upturned at the ends, lending him an inherent arrogance. His nose was high, his lips were thin and sharp, and his jawline was clean and defined, revealing a pampered and noble air.
When the bathroom door was gently pushed open, a long and soft "creaky" sound was heard.
He seemed to be awakened in an instant, and his originally lazy half-closed peach blossom eyes opened instantly, looking in the direction of the voice.
In the mist, Jiang Jiang came out wrapped in a bathrobe, with water droplets on the ends of her hair. She stepped on the wooden floor, making a soft "tap, tap" sound.
"I'm washing the baby."
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