Chapter 196
When Nan Yan heard Zhong Ling's voice, she knew that this person had some misunderstanding. She turned around and pinched He Mian who was making trouble behind her.
The other person gasped and let out a "hiss" sound. She subconsciously covered her lips with her hand, and a few "mmm" sounds came out of her mouth. Nan Yan couldn't help but glare at him angrily, and seeing that he still refused to calm down, she simply kicked him.
After deliberately causing all this commotion.
Nan Yan then remembered that her cell phone was still on, so she said "hmm" vaguely, then covered her cell phone and whispered, "Yes, Mr. Zhong, I'm with a friend. Mr. Zhong, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Hearing her voice, the silly dog across the street became much quieter. He now knew who was calling. When he first heard her call Mr. Zhong, he felt inexplicably guilty, but also a little itchy.
But as I listened, I felt something was wrong. The tone between the two of them was obviously polite and distant. They didn't look like a couple at all. How could a couple call their boyfriend "sir"? And the tone she spoke also made it clear that they were not familiar with each other.
He inadvertently lowered his head, wanting to listen to what the two were talking about. Although this was not a good idea, he had a very important reason at this critical moment!
At this moment, Zhong Ling on the other end of the phone heard the man's deliberately suppressed breathing, and the two of them seemed to be quarreling. Zhong Ling was a little absent-minded, his eyes became a little dull, and even the expression on his face became calmer.
He remembered that Nan Yan had said before that she didn't have a boyfriend and didn't have any close friends of the opposite sex, so who was the man with her?
The more difficult the problems and troubles he encounters, the more stable and restrained his emotions will be. This is a habit and requirement he has developed over time.
Zhong Ling was leaning on the sofa at this moment, his cool fingers lightly resting on the cold gray sofa cushion.
The indoor atmosphere seemed particularly cold under the bright white light, especially under the reflection of the light, the light blue veins on the back of the hand could be clearly seen.
His lips were pale, his legs were crossed, and he was wearing a blue-grey shirt, which was the same color as the sofa, but he had a bit of the reserved and cold air of a nobleman.
Zhong Ling looked down at the phone in his hand, his facial expression gradually calming down until he finally had no expression on his face. He asked calmly, "Um...are you home now?"
His tone was still indifferent, without any change, as if he had just asked casually, not trying to pry into her privacy, but just caring about her life.
Nan Yan seemed to realize that this was a question that would expose her privacy. She hummed and did not answer his question directly. Instead, she responded vaguely and then asked, "Mr. Zhong, what do you want to talk to me about today? Oh, by the way, is the scratch on your face better?"
Zhong Ling noticed her perfunctory attitude and felt a little embarrassed. It's not that he couldn't sense it. She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic.
He lowered his eyes and said "hmm" in a low voice, in a calm tone, just like usual, "It's no big deal."
"It was raining so hard last night that I didn't pay attention when I came back and got caught in the rain. I might have a fever and now I have a headache. Can you buy some medicine for me? I don't have anyone to take care of me here and Mrs. Zhang has also taken leave."
As Zhong Ling spoke, he gently touched his forehead with his fingers and rubbed his slightly furrowed brows. He even spoke in a lower voice, and he did sound a little uncomfortable.
Nan Yan's subconscious reaction was that he was also sick. Was it such a coincidence? However, based on the agreement they had signed and her usual professional ethics, Nan Yan naturally responded, "Okay, Mr. Zhong, then you can rest at home for a while, and I will come to see you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man behind him was obviously a little dissatisfied. Why did he cut in line? He had finally made an appointment today. If he wanted to see a doctor, he had to make an appointment in advance and queue up to get a number. What did Zhong mean by cutting in line in advance?
He Mian turned over, grabbed Nan Yan's shoulders with both hands, and pushed her to the corner of the sofa to prevent her from leaving. Nan Yan was entangled by this man and had no choice but to say a few random words to Zhong Ling on the other side, and then hung up the phone without even saying "goodbye".
After hanging up the phone, he stared coldly at the troublesome guy who was making trouble in front of him, "What are you doing? Don't you know that I'm on the phone with Zhong Ling? What if he finds out?"
It was obvious that Nan Yan's attitude towards this man was always unpleasant. Not only unpleasant, but sometimes even quite fierce. Anyway, she had the upper hand over this man, and he was not worthy of her gentle and considerate treatment!
He Mian was not angry, for he knew his current situation. When he needed help from others, how could he dare to put on airs? He lowered his head and looked at the woman on the sofa who was obviously in a bad mood. A real man is one who can bend and stretch.
He is not really stupid. The conversation between the two of them just now was obviously a little bit wrong. It didn't seem like a couple, but more like the attitude of a subordinate towards his superior, polite yet awkward. Anyway, an ordinary couple would never act like them.
If that was the case, he would have no more psychological burden to pry into the wall, so He Mian couldn't help but ask, "You and Zhong Ling are not in a relationship, right?"
There was a look of suspicion in his eyes. "You two couples still call him Mr. Zhong, but you didn't call him that at the party a few days ago."
Of course Nan Yan did it on purpose. She didn't really want to be a cheating scumbag. At least she had to let the man in front of her know that the relationship between her and Zhong Ling was just a simple partnership. It was better than being misunderstood as cheating.
However, she still had to maintain a proper attitude, after all, she and Zhong Ling had signed an agreement.
So he turned around to look at He Mian, and pushed away the handsome face that came towards him unhappily, "Go away, what does this have to do with you? Why are you asking so many questions? Anyway, you are fine now, you can stand up, you can go find someone else."
How could this be possible? Changing doctors midway through treatment is a big taboo. Who knows if there will be problems in the future? This is a major life event, so how could he dare to do it so casually?
He Mian felt his teeth itching after hearing her words. He was not the type of person who could just pull anyone over and sleep with him. He had finally recovered a little, so how could he just give up so easily? That would be too irresponsible.
He Mian immediately relaxed his attitude. After all, he needed help. He even reached out to give her a hand to pinch her arm and shoulder. He was particularly attentive when serving her. "Of course it is related. You and Zhong Ling are not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, right?"
"I'm reminding you to stay away from him. Zhong Ling's girlfriend is coming back. Well, now she should be his ex-girlfriend. Don't get in between those two. This kind of emotional dispute is not easy to handle. Don't like him, okay?"
He Mian pinched her arm, and the more he pinched, the more he pinched her hand. This hand was so soft, the more he pinched it, the more he didn't want to let go. He enthusiastically promoted himself to others, "Look at me, I don't have any emotional disputes, I'm much better than him."
Nan Yan pursed her lips, turned her head and looked at him in confusion, then pushed the silly guy with a perverted and weird smile away, "What does his ex-girlfriend's return have to do with me? That's between them. I just went to take care of him, not to do anything weird. And you, you smile so pervertedly, I should stay away from you."
Nan Yan gave this man a look of contempt.
Hearing her say this, He Mian subconsciously rubbed his face again, his face skin felt numb and stiff. He knew that his appearance was not suitable for such a gentle and flattering expression. His smile was too deliberate, not like flattery, but a bit like the villain in a TV series whose plan failed and who had to perish with the protagonist after failing. It didn't look natural.
He was also a little distressed and embarrassed.
Nan Yan guessed that this guy had never been so good at trying to please girls before. Usually, he would just stand there and the girls would come up to him and chat with him.
Anyway, this person was born with distinct facial features and a noble face. He looked very cold when he didn't speak, and there was a bit of laziness in his eyes when he looked at people. He looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.
But now... Nan Yan really couldn't bear to look at him, especially when he was wrapped in the bed sheet. He looked like a Husky in flowery pants, and it seemed like he was going to destroy the house from time to time.
As she thought about this, she couldn't help but feel itchy. She reached out and stroked the thick black hair. It was stiff and a little prickly. It seemed that this person's hair was quite hard.
He Mian's expression froze obviously, probably because he didn't expect her to do it directly. Moreover, the posture of stroking the head seemed a little wrong. Was he stroking the dog?
Damn, is this woman really treating him like a dog?
He Mian felt that his current complexion must not be very good.
In the past, if someone dared to touch his head, he would have dragged the person over and given them a beating without saying a word. But now, with his life in someone else's hands, he could only endure this humiliation.
He Mian knew that he had defects, and now that these defects finally had a chance to be cured, he would just put up with it. How could he give up on such a thing so easily?
In fact, he could vaguely sense that this woman probably didn't dislike him. Not only did she not dislike him, she might even have some affection for him. Although he wasn't quite sure where this affection came from, it didn't prevent the two from getting close.
還有她跟鐘嶺之間的關系也有些異常，她對鐘嶺那副客氣的态度，明顯也不是喜歡的樣子，既然這樣的話，他為什麽不能努力一把呢。
反正不管怎麽樣，他暫時肯定是不會放手的，至于以後的事情，她要錢要房子都随她意願好了。
于是賀冕就下意識說了句，
“那我跟你一起去吧。”
南嫣轉頭看他，眼神有些怪異，“你去做什麽？照顧他嗎？可你自己不還生着病嗎？你們倆的關系已經好到這種程度了嗎？”
賀冕理所當然地看向她，“我去送你啊，這麽遠的距離你能打到車嗎？感冒而已，沒什麽大問題的。”
“再說了，我也不能讓你一個人去他家吧，孤男寡女的，要是被人欺負了怎麽辦？”
這話說得格外自然，聽上去好像他倆關系多親密一樣。
但南嫣還能不知道他什麽心思嗎？無非就是怕她跑了，不肯幫忙了，這狗男人的心思深着呢，可沒看上去那麽傻。
南嫣轉過臉明顯不太想搭理他，不過她也沒拒絕，畢竟有人專車接送确實是挺不錯的，她以前可沒這待遇。
賀冕裹着床單又去陽臺将衣服扯下來了，昨晚淋濕了衣服洗幹淨後又晾了一夜，這會兒也已經幹了。
他直接拽了衣服進了浴室，出來時又恢複成了從前那個人模狗樣的賀大公子了。
還是一如既往的騷包。
衣服沒熨過，稍微有點顯皺，不過折痕在深色襯衣上看起來也不太明顯。
他襯衣上端的兩顆扣子沒系上，不知道是不是故意的，露出脖子以下一截白皙的皮膚跟鎖骨，修身的版型勾勒出挺闊的腰背跟兩條修長的胳膊。
襯衣下擺只紮了一角在皮帶裏，腰身勁瘦結實，收拾得一絲不茍，看上去也沒昨天那麽萎靡了，頗有一種冷峻的氣質。
還別說，不說話的時候确實挺迷人的。
……
而在另一邊的鐘嶺，目無波瀾的盯着手上的手機，臉上依舊沒什麽表情。
他最後那句話甚至都沒說完，對面的聲音就直接挂斷了。
鐘嶺只覺得心底隐隐有些不甘，還有股難言的澀意，他神情淡漠的看了好一會兒，輕吐了一口濁氣，淡白的手指按着幽藍色的屏幕，就在他冷靜的，想要重新撥打回去的時候，一條消息突然彈了出來。
「潇潇」：鐘嶺，我回來了。
鐘嶺原本按上名字的手指一頓，目光盯着屏幕上的消息半晌沒有挪動。
他看着那條消息，表情一瞬變得有些僵硬頓住，但很快又恢複清醒。
他不知道自己現在是什麽心情？
但這段時間以來，他确實是将潇潇的事情全都抛到腦後去了。
明明從前一直期待着對方主動回來聯系他的人，到了現在，不知為何，心中竟隐隐泛起了一絲抵觸煩悶的情緒。
鐘嶺手指輕輕劃過那條消息，他并沒有回複，因為已經不知道該回複什麽了，他們已經分手了，他如今對她的感情明顯也恢複不到從前了，這樣拖着對彼此都是累贅。
他會盡快跟她說清楚，可是說清楚之後，他還有什麽理由拉着嫣嫣陪他做戲呢？
鐘嶺這下是真的有點頭疼了，他擡手按壓着輕蹙的眉心，最近有很多麻煩的事情。
他剛剛确定自己嫣嫣有了那種不可言說的心思，卻又聽到了她身邊有其他男人的聲音，他們似乎還很親近，另外還有一件事情，潇潇也回來了……
似乎所有的事情全都堆攢到了一起。
他心中有股沒由來的不适，這種被人不在意的感覺确實有些不太好受。
他不知道自己到底是因為嫣嫣的拒絕而覺得頭疼，還是因為突然發現了她身旁出現了其他人而覺得不甘難受？
他真的不知道，不知道是不是那天晚上自己的行為太沖動了，吓到了她，所以她才會故意跟別的男人親近？
明明在這之前，她根本沒有接觸過別的異性的。
鐘嶺想不明白，微微動了動手指，他低頭看了一眼時間後，轉身又去了浴室，只要他們倆之間的合約還在，他就可以慢慢來。
鐘嶺回浴室沖了個冷水澡之後，原本就有些低的體溫瞬間更低了，臉色也有些發白，看上去确實是一副不太舒服的樣子。
他在沙發上閉着眼小憩，心中一邊悶悶想着今早電話裏的那個男人會是誰，一邊等着南嫣過來。
等到門鈴聲響起，他起來去開門，門外倒是站了個他意想不到的身影。
“賀冕？”
“你怎麽來了？”
鐘嶺洗了個冷水澡後，這會兒喉嚨是真有些沙啞了，他昨晚原本就沒睡好，煩心事太多，再加上喝了不少的酒，身體自然有些支撐不住了。
賀冕臉皮倒是很厚，跟他也确實是很熟悉，“來看看你啊，我聽說你生病了，正好有空，給你帶了藥，怎麽樣了，沒事了吧？”
鐘嶺一開始還搖頭，等他反應過來後臉色明顯變了下，原本要讓開的身體也微微一頓，忽然擡頭，黑眸直直盯着眼前的賀冕。
“你怎麽知道我生病了，聽誰說的？”他調子有些沙啞，還帶了些厚重的鼻音。
他生病這件事情除了剛剛在電話裏告訴了嫣嫣之外根本沒來得及告訴過任何人，鐘嶺目光下意識地落到眼前的賀冕身上，眸色有些淡，平靜的對上了他的視線。
賀冕先是驚訝了一瞬，而後扭頭往後示意了一下，神色自然地朝他笑了笑，“怎麽了，沒生病嗎？我聽你家小保姆說的，她站在路口等車的樣子看上去太可憐了，我就大發慈悲幫她一把了，怎麽，有什麽問題嗎？”
話音剛落，鐘嶺就聽到院子裏傳來關車門的動靜，南嫣落後一步，手裏拿着一個保溫盒跟一些路上買回來的感冒藥。
鐘嶺看到她了，将人上下仔細打量一圈，确定對方沒怎麽被欺負之後，神色這才緩和下來，不過心底仍舊有些怪異，便輕輕問了聲，“你們倆怎麽會一起過來的？”
南嫣抿抿唇剛要開口解釋，身旁的賀冕擡手就搭上了他的肩膀，他臉上還帶了一絲笑意，“你問那麽多做什麽？查戶口呢？都說了路上遇到的，你都跟我打過招呼了，我還能不給面子的欺負她嗎？好了，咱們能不能先進去說話，外面又下雨了，還有點冷。”
賀冕半真半假解釋了一通。
反正是暗示兩人是路上碰巧遇到的。
鐘嶺皺了下眉，雖然有些懷疑，但也沒過多追究，他想不到這兩人之間會有什麽牽扯，除了偶遇應該也沒有別的可能了。
他剛剛心底下意識的想法就是賀冕可能會趁他不注意的時候欺負人，畢竟上次在聚會上，他能很明顯的感受到他對嫣嫣的針對，所以暫時沒往其他方面想。
賀冕的性子他還是知道一些的。
他往旁邊讓開，賀冕就率先進去了。
落後一步的南嫣也朝着他走過來，他看到南嫣熟稔朝他笑了笑，臉上也沒什麽異樣，這才将心底的怪異情緒慢慢壓下。
随後走近，喊了聲，“嫣嫣。”
南嫣應了聲，兩人四目相對，似乎什麽變化也沒有，應該說是嫣嫣看他的目光裏什麽變化都沒有，一如往常的平靜自然。
“怎麽了？”南嫣疑惑看他一眼。
鐘嶺也不知道自己在期待什麽？
但肯定不是這樣毫無情緒波動的目光。
鐘嶺看她平靜的眼神，也突然回過神來，他輕咳了聲，又轉過頭去，将心頭的那點不自然壓進心底深處。
“沒什麽，就是想問你一聲，昨天在醫院應該沒什麽事吧？你那位生病的朋友怎麽樣了，身體應該還好吧？”
他旁敲側擊地打探了一下昨天的事情。
南嫣想到昨天的事情似乎頓了下，随後又搖了搖頭，朝他笑了聲道，“沒什麽大問題，周姐昨天還跟我說，等她好了想請你吃個飯，不知道鐘大老板肯不肯賞臉呢？”
鐘嶺便順勢點了點頭，眉梢微挑了下，露出溫和的笑容，“好啊，到時候你也要一起，要不然，我會很尴尬。”
“那是自然的。”
南嫣也忍不住笑了聲，兩人邊走邊說着話，似乎将先前的那點芥蒂徹底放下了。
等到了門口，燈光下的鐘嶺看上去明顯比前兩天憔悴不少，眼下都有些淡青色。
南嫣看他臉色實在不太好看，又帶點咳嗽的樣子，便忍不住問了聲，“你頭疼好點了嗎？我聽你在電話裏說頭疼的厲害，是不是夜裏着涼了，你早上起來吃藥了嗎？”
她說着又靠近了一點，呼吸噴灑過來。
這一句話就讓鐘嶺心裏有種說不出的柔軟情緒，他隐約聞到她身上的香氣，心頭酥酥麻麻的，尤其聽着這番關心的話，臉色又緩和不少。
他朝對方笑了下，忍不住想伸手去碰她的臉，但想到自己先前冒然的舉動，手指停頓了一下，便自然而然地伸手去接南嫣手上的東西，喉嚨裏的聲音有些啞，
"Yeah, I'm better now. It's not a big problem. Come in first and we'll talk."
Nan Yan went into the house as she was told.
The originally expected two people turned into three people, and there was a huge light bulb sitting on the sofa, looking unconscious, which obviously hindered him a little.
Zhong Ling seemed a little absent-minded.
After entering the house, Nan Yan started to bustle around and put down all the things in her hands.
Seeing Zhong Ling's absent-minded look, she thought he was sick, which was why he looked so listless. So she showed a concerned look on her face, turned around and touched his forehead again, confirming that his temperature was a little low, and he must have caught a cold.
Then he asked softly, "Are you feeling very uncomfortable now? Your face is a little pale?"
Zhong Ling was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he couldn't help but chuckle, "It's okay, I'm not feeling that bad anymore, just a little sore throat, you can sit down for a while, don't worry."
Nan Yan frowned, turned around and whispered, "That won't work. A cold is no small matter. Having a fever will be even more troublesome."
"You just have a sore throat now. You should be fine if you take some medicine. You don't know, I once met a guy who was obviously not very smart. He refused to go to the hospital or take medicine, and he dragged himself to the point of having difficulty breathing. He almost suffocated himself..."
Nan Yan couldn't help laughing as she spoke.
She took out a bag of cold prevention solution from her bag and poured it into the cup with skillful movements. After the solution was finished, she placed it on the table and waited until it was slightly cooler before passing it to Zhong Ling.
Zhong Ling reached out to take the cup, with the hot steam spreading out from it. He lowered his head, his expression as usual, and asked casually, "Is that man your friend?"
"Ah? What friends?"
Nan Yan responded and laughed again, "No, who would want to be friends with someone like that? Okay, go sit on the sofa and rest for a while."
He Mian, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, looked at the two people being intimate and inexplicably felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He hasn't recovered from his cold yet, and he just worked as her driver for more than an hour. After getting off the car, not only did he not even get a word of thanks, he couldn't even say a few words to her. When could this woman be so gentle and considerate to him?
He coughed twice, his face turned slightly red, and he looked at her in a pretentious manner, "Sister Yan, I've been feeling a little cold these past two days. I even had a fever last night, and my throat still hurts. Would you like to make me a cup too?"
In a normal idol drama, this person would be a particularly conspicuous and annoying third wheel. The couple is chatting and laughing while cultivating their relationship, but this person has to interfere.
Nan Yan glanced at Zhong Ling who had just walked to the sofa and was about to sit down. He frowned when he heard what He Mian said. Just as he was about to pass the cup of detergent in his hand over to him,
When he looked up, he saw Nan Yan glance at He Mian with her eyes. There seemed to be a hint of weirdness in her eyes, and a hint of disgust. However, she still threw a pack of liquid medicine from her bag and said, "Then go by yourself."
The pack of medicine hit him hard on the chest. It was unknown whether it was intentional or not. He Mian was not angry after being hit. Instead, he smiled at her and said:
"Thank you... Sister Yanyan."
Then he actually went to the kitchen by himself.
This attitude made Zhong Ling feel a little abnormal. He frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. This feeling was probably because of Yanyan's attitude towards him. Although she was a little disgusted, she was obviously somewhat familiar with him. But now he was too embarrassed to ask directly in front of Nan Yan.
If he had the qualifications, he would have many questions to ask, for example, what he wanted to know most was, who was the man with her in the morning? But he was just a partner with her now, he was not her real boyfriend.
Even if he was, he couldn't control her personal privacy.
After Nan Yan sent He Mian away, she didn't seem to mind this little episode. She turned to look at Zhong Ling and asked him, "Have you had lunch? I just bought some light porridge and vegetables from home. Can we eat together?"
Zhong Ling could feel that Yanyan still cared about him, but this kind of care was at most limited to the closeness between friends, and there might not be anything more than that.
He wanted to say that he wasn't hungry, but after hearing this, he nodded instinctively, "Okay, let's go together."
He Mian, who had just come out of the kitchen, naturally followed shamelessly. He had gone out with Nan Yan in the morning and had not eaten breakfast. Especially when he saw how close these two were, he felt a little itchy.
But he didn't dare to do too much. Nan Yan had warned him when he came that he was not allowed to get too close to her. They were just acquaintances at most. It would be best not to say hello if they met on the road. He should just treat him as a tool.
He Mian could only find opportunities to show his presence from time to time. He no longer felt that he was trying to pry open Zhong Ling's wall. He and Nan Yan were not a normal couple, even if he bet a hundred dollars.
He is pursuing sexual happiness.
Nan Yan did not stop him and handed over a bowl of porridge, but it was for Zhong Ling. "Your throat is uncomfortable. You need to eat something light so that you can get better quickly."
He Mian beside him coughed twice again. His throat was not feeling well either. He had a fever all night and his throat was hoarse.
He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "My throat is not feeling well either..."
He Mian stared at her for a long time, watching her remaining movements. She looked over and seemed to have realized it belatedly, but also seemed to have just reacted, "Hey, Mr. He, do you want to eat too? You didn't have breakfast either?"
Bah, isn't this a question you ask even though you already know the answer?
They clearly came out of the same room!
He Mian knew that she was deliberately trying to anger him, so he bit his tongue and said firmly this time, "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, you're not hungry? That's great. I didn't buy your share anyway." Nan Yan pursed her lips and couldn't help curling her lips, as if to deliberately annoy him, "How about you just watch us eat?"
He Mian: “…”
Who needs your food?
The two of them talked back and forth for a long time.
At first, Zhong Ling didn't notice anything unusual, but gradually, he began to feel something.
Especially listening to He Mian's deliberately lowered voice, it felt vaguely familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.
He suddenly thought of something, his hands paused, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.
Of course He Mian ate in the end. After finishing the meal, the three of them cleaned up the table together. When the time was almost up, Zhong Ling suddenly turned around and said to Nan Yan beside him:
"Oh, I suddenly remembered that a very important document was blown away by the wind last night in the study room on the second floor and scattered all over the floor. Yanyan, can you go up and help me sort it out?"
"I may need something urgently tomorrow, and He Mian and I may have something to discuss."
Nan Yan didn't think much about it and agreed naturally after hearing this. She also reminded him to be careful and she would organize the documents in the study.
After Nan Yan went upstairs and the door of the study was completely closed, Zhong Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold. He turned his head to look at the man sitting casually on the sofa, opened his thin lips and asked, "What does this mean?"
Zhong Ling is not actually the kind of person who gets angry easily, but today is clearly an exception. He Mian seems to be stepping on his bottom line everywhere. He can't tell what his purpose is, but he reveals it so obviously in front of him. Does he think he is blind?
He Mian raised his hand and casually brushed the messy black hair on his forehead. The demeanor he had deliberately put on in front of Nan Yan slowly changed, and he returned to his usual nonchalant look. He slowly raised his head and looked over.
He chuckled, tapping his fingers on the sofa cushion, his eyes a little dull, "Huh? What, you still can't see it?"
"I thought I had made that clear."