Under the light, her butterfly-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow, her soft hair unconsciously scattered on the pillow, and one arm tightly hugged the pillow.
Liu Zhiyuan slept very lightly. She didn’t want to sleep and just wanted to wait for him to come back.
Unfortunately, it was already past midnight and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she fell asleep holding the remote control.
She blinked slightly, and when she saw the man in front of her, she sat up from the sofa, "You're back? What time is it now?"
She didn't mind that the man in front of her didn't answer her.
She looked at her watch.
"It's already half past two? You must be hungry this late. I made these dishes myself. I'll heat them up for you."
Song Ling has become accustomed to indifference over the years and doesn't like to get close to others.
Especially towards a "strange woman" who only knew her name, his eyes were heavy, his lips were tightly closed, and he reached out to hold her arm.
He said briefly, "I'm not hungry!"
Liu Zhiyuan turned to look at him, and when she saw the fatigue between his brows, she curled her lips.
"Even if you're not hungry, you have to eat with me. I've been waiting for you, but I'm still hungry."
After saying that, she ran straight to the kitchen without even looking at the man.
In the kitchen, Liu Zhiyuan was busy heating up the dishes.
During this process, the smile on her lips paused slightly, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the position of her heart.
Liu Zhiyuan used the warmth of her fingertips to warm her heart, trying to make it less empty. For the first time, she felt that her small apartment was a little empty.
Before, she didn't need two people.
But now she is really afraid of being alone.
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