Chapter 553 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 44
On his first night at the Dong residence, Song Jinhuan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
"Sanjin, I can't sleep."
Sanjin: "Counting sheep."
Song Jinhuan: "One sheep, two sheep... ninety-nine sheep."
"Three catties, counting sheep is useless."
Sanjin's head was buzzing, and he sighed, "Why can't the host sleep?"
"I don't know either. I just feel uneasy here. Maybe it's because it's too unfamiliar."
Sanjin: "What if Huo Ze were here?"
Song Jinhuan blinked and replied without hesitation, "If he were here, I would definitely be able to sleep."
Sanjin: "Why?"
"Because he feels very safe."
After a moment of silence, Sanjin concluded, "Host, you miss him."
Song Jinhuan said in disbelief, "How is that possible?"
"The host has grown accustomed to his presence, but little did he know that this habit was accompanied by a trace of longing."
"You wish he were by your side, but you just didn't realize that wish was there."
Sanjin's analysis was very logical and reasonable.
Song Jinhuan was still somewhat doubtful. "Really?"
"Just tell me if you want to see him or not."
Song Jinhuan did not answer directly, but only said, "At this time, if I were at the Young Marshal's Mansion, he would get me a soft drink."
"Is it possible that I just want a soda?"
Sanjin: "Do you think that's possible?"
Song Jinhuan remained silent for a long time before saying, "I want to hear his voice."
Sanjin: "Call him and tell him to go to the living room and draw a number."
Sanjin hopes that its host can face their own heart, so no matter what the situation, it mainly encourages them.
Song Jinhuan got out of bed.
The living room was empty except for one light.
She knew the number for the Young Marshal's Mansion.
Song Jinhuan half-squatted beside the sofa, picked up the handle with one hand, made a few ringing sounds, and then held her breath and waited.
In the Marshal's Mansion, Huo Ze sat in the room where the young girl was carving jade, looking around as time passed slowly.
Just then, a bell rang outside, and he jumped up with a start.
While a sliver of expectation secretly arose in my heart, I also felt it was unlikely.
The phone kept ringing.
He went outside, took a deep breath, and answered the call.
"Hello?"
There was no sound from the other side, only the sound of breathing.
A glint flashed in Huo Ze's eyes, his fingers clenched tightly around the handle of the phone, and he tentatively called out, "Little mute?"
"Thump, thump."
Huo Ze couldn't help but smile. "Are you angry?"
"Thump!"
He looked out the window at the nearly full moon and said softly, "Everything at the Marshal's Mansion has been arranged. I went to the jade market today and bought some jade."
"The empty boxes under the bed have all been filled."
"I also had a rifle made for you, with two red gems set on the top of the wrench. You can try it out when you come back."
The tall man stood in front of the phone, recounting the day's events one sentence after another, the sound of his own breathing the only thing that kept him going.
After talking for about ten minutes, he suddenly stopped, a hint of unease in his eyes, and stammered, "Actually... what I meant was, have you... missed me?"
His ears turned red again, and he shamelessly added, "Knocking once means I want to, knocking twice means I really want to, knocking three times means I really want to."
"Keep quiet, and I'll take it as you missing me terribly."
On the other end, Song Jinhuan's cheeks were burning. The other person's magnetic voice kept hitting her eardrums, and her heart began to beat in its own special rhythm.
But the choice given was truly nonexistent.
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