The moon is at its zenith, twelve o'clock in the morning
Tang Xili sat up from the luxurious big bed irritably, lifted the thin purple blanket on her body, got out of bed to put on her shoes, and drank half a glass of water.
The light in the room was not strong. The two table lamps emitted a warm yellow light like the setting sun, just as usual. But for some reason, she had insomnia and couldn't fall asleep.
After putting down the cup of water, Tang Xili opened the blackout curtains a little and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.
The stars are shining brightly tonight, and a crescent moon hangs high above the branches.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. There were many sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the community, and as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, it was indeed time for them to bloom.
She looked at the starry sky, and suddenly, a flickering spark in her peripheral vision caught her attention.
She lowered her eyes and looked over, and saw a tall man in a white shirt, as graceful as an orchid, leaning casually on the passenger door behind him on the street opposite.
His posture was very casual, his back slightly bent, one long leg half-bent, his left hand in his trouser pocket, a cigarette between the fingertips of his right hand, and he looked up in her direction.
The dim street light enveloped him, leaving a lonely scene all over the place.
A wisp of smoke slowly emerged from his mouth, outlining a swirling mist under the light. The three-dimensional outline of Qing Xiao was faintly visible in the smoke, revealing an unspeakable sexual tension.
Tang Xili's eyes flickered. "Mr. Yong? Why doesn't he go home?"
Smoking in her direction in the middle of the night, what's wrong, is it because he misses her?
Ever since that day when she knew that he liked her, she seemed to understand many of his behaviors that she had not understood before.
For example, when they were in Lingnan, it was Zhou Zhou who wanted to listen to the music, but he asked her instead.
For example, in Chunshan Court, I would pick up some food for her, order some lychee drinks, and cut the roasted meat for her.
For example, if she takes an aphrodisiac, you must help her.
At that time, the drug was taking effect and she bit his collarbone. That bite mark... Tang Xili suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Could it be... that he exposed it on purpose?
She pushed the timeline forward. When she thought of Lingnan, he would blush in front of her at every turn. So... it wasn't a fever, but he was shy?
Tang Xili laughed and blamed her for being innocent.
She has been busy these days and has no time to think about this matter in detail. Now that she has encountered it, she might as well sort it out.
She turned and went downstairs, picked up the gift bags he had forgotten in the living room that day, left the villa, and headed towards the gate.
It was late at night and everyone was asleep, with only a few faint chirping sounds from the grass.
Yong Zhixu leaned against the car, staring at Tang Xili's room with a dazed look in his eyes, his thoughts invisibly magnified in such a deep and dark night.
It's all filled with lovesickness.
He lowered his head and lit another cigarette, unwilling to leave. When he looked up again, a touch of delicate white appeared in his sight.
The girl stood on the balcony, under the starry sky, staring at him from afar without moving.
The dim light fell on her, her beauty was gone, as if in a dream.
The man laughed at himself, was he hallucinating?
He raised his head and took a few puffs of his cigarette. His eyes were covered with a layer of mist as the smoke rose. When the smoke dissipated, the figure disappeared with it.
He felt a boundless sense of loss in his heart; it was indeed an illusion.
The man sighed inaudibly, bent his feet that were supporting the tire and placed them on the ground, stood up, and prepared to go home.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a noise coming from the opposite door.
He looked back and saw the figure he had been thinking about day and night walking out from the slightly opened door and entering his sight.
In the dark night, Yong Zhixu's eyes stirred, "Miss Tangxi?"
It's not an illusion, she's not asleep.
Tang Xili changed into a white early autumn sweatshirt, carried a few gift bags, and wore pink cotton and linen sandals. She crossed the road and walked quickly towards him.
"Mr. Yong." She greeted him from a few meters away.
Yong Zhixu put out his cigarette and hurried over to meet her, his eyes shimmering with ripples like gentle breezes sweeping across the blue water. "It's past twelve o'clock, why aren't you asleep yet, Miss Tangxi?"
"Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I went to the balcony to get some fresh air. I happened to see Mr. Yong, and then I remembered that you forgot to take these things away that day."
As she spoke, she handed him several packaging bags of different colors.
However, Yong Zhixu did not answer. With his thin eyelids drooping, he stared intently at her fair and clear face, and said in a gentle voice, "Ms. Tangxi, this was originally meant for you. I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry."
Was it originally given to her?
Tang Xili's eyelashes drooped and she glanced at the gift bag in her hand, which felt a little hot.
"Mr. Yong." She still held the gift bag, her tone firm, "No merit, no reward. I can't accept it."
The night he rescued Zhao Yun, he gave her a small cake and a white horse-faced skirt with scriptures woven on it.
At the time, she didn't know he liked her, and she had never received a birthday present before. She just felt that birthday presents had different meanings, and it would be rude to refuse, so she accepted it.
And as a sign of respect, he put it on the next day.
But now that she knew, she couldn't pretend to be confused, because she couldn't give him a response.
Yong Zhixu was a man of keen mind, so how could he not hear the implicit rejection in her words? The joy in his eyes faded a bit in an instant.
It seems that she heard everything he said to Grandpa that day.
He raised his bony hands and took the gift bags, feeling a deep bitterness in his heart.
He couldn't force her.
Seeing him take the gift bag, Tang Xili secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she was not sure whether he understood what she meant, so she wanted to be more straightforward.
But the next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man's other hand. He gently pulled her half a meter away. In an instant, she was forced to take half a step forward and stood less than ten centimeters away from him.
The elongated shadows on the ground overlapped, and the familiar scent of agarwood wafted in the air, causing Tang Xili's heart to skip a beat.
She raised her eyelids in surprise and met the man's gaze full of emotions. In the darkness, she said with a mixture of reluctance, "Miss Tangxi, can't you... give me a chance?"
Tang Xili's eyes were frank, "Mr. Yong, I don't know how to fall in love, and I will never get married in this life. You won't get any response from me, so it's better to cut your losses in time."
She lived her life for revenge and originally planned to die after killing everyone.
But that day, he told her that her mother had returned the dawn to her, and she changed her mind. After she had taken revenge, she would devote herself to nature and live for herself. When she got old, she would die wherever she ended up. It would be good to be unknown when alive and silent when dead.
Hearing her blunt rejection, Yong Zhixu felt as if his heart was being cut open and was in great pain.
"Crash", several gift bags fell to the ground like his heart. He raised his hand and slowly placed it on Tang Xili's heart, feeling her heartbeat through the clothes.
"But Miss Tangxi, it's not that I haven't received a response..." He held her gaze intently, and opened his thin lips slightly, "Your heart has already responded to me."
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