Chapter 160: A Little Bit of Heartbeat
The air was filled with hot steam.
Elvis lowered his eyelids, and was already a little dazed just by looking at it.
At this moment, Tong Wanwan's virtual projection sat obediently on the edge of the bed, tilting her head back to look at him. Her moist, dark eyes widened slightly, with a look of surprise in them.
But her eyes and eyebrows were naturally innocent and soft, and had a kind of... temptation that was hard to describe in words.
Maybe it's because he's too quiet and well-behaved.
It makes people want to bully her involuntarily, and want to use their fingertips to gently stroke her red eyes after being bullied.
Elvis subconsciously moved his hand hanging at his side.
But he suddenly realized that the two of them were not really in the same room.
It's just a video chat.
Tong Wanwan heard the noise and blinked in confusion, then saw Mr. Marshal suddenly move closer.
The silver-haired man's virtual projection became increasingly transparent under the light. But he was very close, almost encircling her as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Such a close distance, even if it was "virtual", made Tong Wanwan suddenly stunned.
That faint warm breath appeared beside him again.
She clutched her sleeves in a somewhat bewildered manner, her ears hidden by her long hair feeling unusually hot.
So close...
A little closer, the virtual projections of the two of them...
You will encounter it.
Although she didn't know what to say or how to react, Tong Wanwan never looked away.
Until she saw—
Mr. Marshal tried his best to hide it, but... his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.
Tong Wanwan's breath hitched, and she subconsciously looked away quickly.
From "running into" Elvis's bathing scene until now.
Only then did she realize that she had a strange feeling.
Mr. Marshal...what a foul.
Seeing her hurriedly turning her eyes away, as if she didn't want to see his actions again, Elvis's eyes dimmed slightly.
Just now, he had left his laptop in the room while he showered in the bathroom. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the unusual sound of the laptop. Because Tong Wanwan had been designated as the only "special attention," all her message alerts were different from those for others.
Elvis placed the laptop on the bedside table, hurriedly grabbed some clean clothes, and went back to the bathroom to change into his bathrobe.
When he came out again, he buttoned up his shirt to the top row, the meticulous Marshal.
"Wanwan, what's wrong?" A few simple words came out from the man's thin lips. It was a low and hoarse voice that made your ears suddenly feel warm.
Only after being reminded by the Marshal did Tong Wanwan remember what she had to do.
"Mr. Marshal!" She took the shopping bag on the desk with some excitement and took out one of the two knitted hats from it.
"Look."
Tong Wanwan unfolded the black imitation embroidered knitted hat so that Elvis on the other side of the computer could also clearly see the shape of the hat.
"Does it look good?"
Elvis immediately noticed the small white lion pattern on the lower right corner of the knitted hat's brim.
He nodded solemnly: "It suits you very well."
"Eh?" Tong Wanwan couldn't help laughing, and then asked, "What about Mr. Marshal? Do you like him?"
"I like it." The silver-haired man answered without hesitation.
Whatever she likes, he will like for no reason.
"Mr. Marshal, if this is a gift for you, would you accept it?" Tong Wanwan said with a faint smile.
Elvis: “……!”
He paused, then looked at the black knitted hat again, the intensity of his gaze naturally increasing.
It turned out to be a gift for him.
"certainly."
He carried with him every gift the girl had given him that he could carry with him.
If it was inconvenient to carry it with him, Elvis would lock it at home and not let anyone see it.
Tong Wanwan licked her lips and asked again uncertainly, "Mr. Marshal, do you really think it looks good? Are you trying to appease me?"
Although she felt that Mr. Marshal could handle many different styles, after all... this gift would only be valuable if the person himself liked it.
"nice."
The silver-haired man nodded and replied, "I'm not lying to you."
"real?"
"real."
If the diligent soldiers under the Marshal heard this conversation, they would probably stare out in amazement.
When had they ever seen a federal marshal so gentle, and answer the same question so patiently and tirelessly over and over again?
If this incident really happened in front of them...
They would probably be shocked - they would think that Mr. Marshal also had mental problems.
"Okay." Tong Wanwan was a little happy after receiving the definite affirmation, and unconsciously used the interjection that 1551 was best at using.
"Then I'll give it to Mr. Marshal when I visit him this weekend."
"Okay," Ives's eyes softened a bit, "I'm looking forward to it."
Oh, and she also bought other colors.
Tong Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she rummaged through the shopping bag again, finding another one.
"Look, Marshal, I also bought a white one!" She spread out her hands, a black one in her left hand and a white one in her right hand, and showed him both knitted hats.
"The white one is cute too, and I wanted to keep one for myself, so I bought them together."
Tong Wanwan smiled brightly.
But the next second, she noticed that the silver-haired man's gaze on the hat became increasingly complicated.
She was also startled for a moment, then realized—
The pattern and style are the same, and the colors are black and white.
Isn't that... a couple's edition?
At this moment, both of them fell strangely silent.
After a long time, Tong Wanwan coughed lightly with some embarrassment, breaking the silence.
When she bought it, she didn't think much of it. She simply thought both colors were beautiful and it was hard to choose.
At that time, she was thinking: Mr. Marshal has silver hair, and black can better highlight his handsomeness; while she has black hair, and the clothes she usually wears when going out are light-colored, so wearing a white knitted hat will be more versatile and beautiful.
"Mr. Marshal, I have no other intentions..."
Before Tong Wanwan could finish her words, she was suddenly interrupted by Elvis.
"I know."
"Can I wear it over this weekend?"
There was another sentence, "I want to wear it with you." Elvis pursed his lips and restrained himself from saying the second half of the sentence.
"Eh? Are you going to wear this?"
Tong Wanwan was stunned.
In other words, let her wear a white hat, and the Marshal will wear a black one...
"Okay." She smiled and nodded in agreement at him.
Elvis also raised the corners of his lips.
Although the arc was very small, so subtle that it was hardly noticeable, it was indeed a smile.
Those sharp eyes originally glowed with a cold golden color.
But if she looked more carefully, more carefully, and closer.
Maybe you'll find out.
Hidden in his eyes is a gentle sea of stars.
(End of this chapter)
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