But he pushed her into the car from behind, saying, "No... I'm dirty."
"I'm going to wash, sit tight."
Looking through the rearview mirror, Lin Weiwei, sitting in the back seat, saw the mature air about him—thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, his gaze fixed on the distant traffic light. Lin Weiwei was stunned. The second time… the first time was also on the street where she was given general anesthesia; the second time was when Han Han repeatedly harassed her, leaving her homeless and wandering the streets. Both encounters were on the street, both times she was taken in, both times looking destitute, and she hadn't even said thank you.
"Um... thank you."
"Hmm? Little girl, are you cold?" Li Yao kept his eyes focused on the road ahead, turned on the car's air conditioning, making it much warmer inside, and played some soft music.
The two remained silent the entire way, the atmosphere thick with tension.
They arrived at a small wooden cabin. The cabin was very simple. They turned on the light. There was just a bed, a radio, and murals hanging on the walls. There were drawing boards and paints on the floor, and a pair of slippers by the door.
He picked up the stove and placed it by the bed to warm himself. "It's late. You sleep in the bed, I'll make do in the car. Call me if you need anything, this is my gallery."
Before leaving, he stroked her head again, but she instinctively resisted and took a few steps back. He didn't get angry and gently closed the door.
Lin Weiwei looked at the portraits above, which depicted the mountains and rivers, as well as deer and zebras. The portraits were very lifelike, and most importantly, there was a portrait of the North Star hanging above her bed.
"So beautiful..." she couldn't help but exclaim.
It turns out that Li Yao is not only the head of the research lab, but also has many talents, including being a skilled painter.
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