"Lin Yang, doesn't your conscience hurt?" If he could, Xu Chengzhi really wanted to dig out her heart and see if anything was missing inside.
"Ah, my head hurts so much, Brother Xu." Seeing that Xu Chengzhi wasn't buying her nonsense, Lin Yang let go of his neck and pretended to be drunk, clutching her temples.
Using the strength he gained from the bedsheet, Xu Chengzhi moved away from directly above Lin Yang.
Footsteps sounded, and he went out of the room to find someone to make Lin Yang a hangover soup.
"Phew, is this Xu Chengzhi really stupid or just pretending? Or am I just a great actor?" Lin Yang slowly opened her eyes to adjust to the light in the room.
Once she had adjusted to the situation, she looked around to make sure Xu Chengzhi wouldn't be back anytime soon, and then, using the strength she had gathered after regaining consciousness, she got up.
The room is decorated in a fresh and simple style, with a unified gray tone, which suggests that he prefers gray.
Inside, there was a soft, large bed, a large wardrobe against the wall, and a small desk in the corner for temporary work.
It's something you can see in a glance; there's nothing worth putting your mind to appreciating.
However, the slightly ajar desk drawer caught Lin Yang's attention.
Her gaze was fixed on the drawer with a gap, and she unconsciously took a step forward.
Just as my hand was about to touch the drawer pull ring, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.
In her haste, her hand, which was about to pull the drawer back, actually pushed forward with force.
...
"Is your headache gone?" Xu Chengzhi came in carrying a bowl of steaming soup, but what he saw was Lin Yang standing by the window, enjoying the breeze.
Lin Yang reached out and tugged at the coat draped over her shoulders, turning her head to try her best to hide the panic on her face. "There's... there's still a little bit."
Carefully holding the hangover soup in his hands, Xu Chengzhi leaned in and gently closed the door.
"Aren't you cold standing by the window?" Xu Chengzhi approached with a bowl of soup, gesturing for Lin Yang to sit at the small desk.
The soup bowl landed on the desk, steaming upwards with a thin layer of white smoke.
Xu Chengzhi's gaze did not follow the layer of smoke, but instead fell on the middle drawer.
The drawer was tightly closed.
"This...is this prepared for me?" Lin Yang saw Xu Chengzhi looking down and, afraid that he had discovered something, hurriedly spoke up and plopped down on the swivel chair under the desk.
When the body covered the drawer, it perfectly concealed the middle drawer.
"Hmm, blow on it and drink it while it's hot." Xu Chengzhi looked away and patted Lin Yang's head.
This touch made Lin Yang even more guilty; his head, which was touched by the fingertip, trembled along with his body.
"What? Are you afraid of me?" Xu Chengzhi noticed Lin Yang's unusual behavior.
"No...no, how could that be?" Lin Yang's mind raced as she searched for a suitable excuse. "I...I was standing by the window in the wind and got a little cold."
Xu Chengzhi looked towards the window, following her words.
Actually, he noticed as soon as he entered that Lin Yang hadn't opened the window.
The windows were also tightly closed at this time.
Xu Chengzhi did not expose Lin Yang's lie, but instead patted Lin Yang's head again, "Then you should be careful and not catch a cold."
"Yes, I will." Lin Yang lowered her head and blew on the hangover soup in front of her.
Why would she need any hangover soup now?
After being so frightened by Xu Chengzhi, she became as clear-headed as could be.
After blowing on the hangover soup until it was almost finished, Lin Yang silently drank the soup under Xu Chengzhi's watchful gaze.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on my back.
However, when she closed the drawer just now, she vaguely saw that there was a dozen photos inside.
The photos were all upside down, and I was so scared that I quickly closed the window before I could even see what was underneath.
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