But she absolutely refused to let go, what could he do?
Kick someone directly to the ground?
Mo Zhan had this thought, but then the woman called him softly again, "Brother, please?"
In an instant, the thought in my mind vanished without a trace.
He sighed, his voice faint, "Let's go."
"Thank you, brother."
Her voice rang out a little more cheerfully in the darkness, and Mo Zhan rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.
He could feel the hand around his waist loosen, and he strode out.
Suddenly, my palm felt cold, and the woman's hand was taken by mine.
Startled, Mo Zhan turned his head slightly, just in time to meet the gaze directed at him.
"Brother, I'd better stay with you."
The hand slightly pulled away, "..."
Even if we're just following along, we don't need to hold hands.
*
Upon inspection, it was found that the line was faulty and needed to be repaired.
But it's already past midnight, and the electrician has long since gone home to sleep. We'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
So Mo Zhan glanced at it, then turned and walked back into the villa.
"Go to sleep." He was still holding one of her hands, while his other hand held his phone, using the flashlight to illuminate the road ahead. "We'll get someone to fix it tomorrow."
As they spoke, the two arrived at the dark stairwell.
Rong Shang had been staying close to him since the beginning, and when she heard him say that he would wait until tomorrow to find someone to fix it, she immediately grabbed him tightly.
"What about tonight?" She leaned against his back. "No, I'm afraid of the dark."
"..." His throat bobbed. "Light a candle."
There is always light.
"No, I'm even more scared to light candles."
Honestly, Mo Zhan used to dislike this adopted younger sister who appeared out of nowhere.
Over the past decade or so, he has seen her only a handful of times.
Not to mention physical intimacy like this, and my repeated patience with her.
"So what do you want?" Still somewhat helpless, Mo Zhan rubbed his forehead, his tone somewhat cold.
"Can I...can I sleep on the floor in your room...?"
She seemed a little embarrassed as she said this, not only lowering her head but also speaking in increasingly softer voices.
Of course, that was his misconception.
In reality, someone lowers their head simply to make it easier to show their smile.
However, Mo Zhan was stunned.
Without even thinking, he rejected her outright, saying, "No."
They are all adults now.
Men and women are different; how can they sleep in the same room?
Without tolerating her any longer, Mo Zhan pulled her hand down, then expressionlessly lifted his foot and stepped directly onto the stairs.
"If you're afraid to sleep, then don't sleep."
"..."
Nobody forced you.
As the man's slender figure gradually disappeared at the top of the stairs, Rong Shang followed his back for a long time until the footsteps faded into the distance.
She slightly raised her lips, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Okay, then I'll take the gamble.
After Mo Zhan went upstairs, Rong Shang lay down on the sofa in the living room downstairs.
Summer nights are very hot and humid, and occasionally one or two mosquitoes buzz around your ear.
Rong Shang couldn't sleep, nor did she want to.
She kept listening to the noises coming from upstairs.
I know that the door to a certain room upstairs has been constantly opening and closing.
She knew that after Mo Zhan went upstairs, he would open the door from time to time to check if she had gone up.
And as it turned out, she was right.
I waited in the living room downstairs for a full half hour. Finally, I heard a "thump" from upstairs, followed by a series of hurried footsteps.
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