There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 157 Misunderstanding (5)

Zhao Wanqing stood beside him, watching his movements, her whole face turned into a bitter gourd.

Could it be that he plans to sleep here tonight?
She bit her lower lip, stretched out her finger cautiously, and poked his shoulder lightly, "Brother Ziqian, brother Ziqian..."

However, what responded to her was his long and deep breathing.

She thought maybe he had fallen asleep...

She moved her face closer and stared at his handsome face with breathless concentration.

Four years later, she had the first chance to look at him so closely.

The lines of his face are smooth, the outline is three-dimensional, and the facial features can be described as flawless.

Even though he was asleep, that handsome face was still shrouded in a layer of chill, which made people feel unapproachable.

Those icy eyes were tightly closed, restraining the cold and sharp light of the past, making his brows look gentler.

Maybe it's because he's used to high tension, even when he's sleeping, his brows are still slightly frowned.

And between his brows, there is a deep sense of tiredness, just like the thick haze on the sky in winter.

The tiredness was so obvious and so intense that when she looked at it, she felt pity in her heart.

Perhaps, he was in a bad mood today and was too tired, so he fell asleep drowsily.

She sighed lowly, took the only quilt and covered him, then tiptoed to the wall and turned off the light.
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On the second day, He Ziqian opened his eyes under the action of his biological clock.

He looked up at the roof with only one light cabinet, knowing that he was not in his home at this time.

Due to the hangover, his head hurt like a crack, and his throat was so dry that he wanted to drink a tank of water.

He rubbed his eyebrows and sat up, the quilt on his body fell down with his movements.

He bent down to pick it up, and accidentally saw the pattern printed on the quilt. It was yellow and yellow, and it was something similar to a chrysanthemum. .

Frowning, he pondered for a few minutes, but couldn't remember, so he simply stood up and looked for her figure.

In the dining room, there was a small sound, which was extremely crisp, like the sound of a spoon hitting the edge of a porcelain bowl, making a lingering sound.

He walked over, folded his hands on his chest, and looked carefully.

Zhao Wanqing was standing by the cupboard, putting a spoonful of white porridge into her mouth, at the same time, she also saw him as if telepathically.

The two looked at each other.

When her eyes touched his, she shrank obviously, and then quickly avoided it, as if seeing something extremely frightening, which made her subconsciously run away.

He frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I'm thirsty."

As if she didn't understand what he said, she froze for a moment, then recovered quickly, and replied hastily, "Okay."

He Ziqian returned to the living room, sat at the wooden dining table, stared at the direction of the kitchen, subconsciously tapped the table with his middle and index fingers.

Now that he's here, shouldn't he have breakfast here?

Zhao Wanqing came over with a large glass of water, put it on the table respectfully, stood aside, and looked at him carefully.

He Ziqian glanced at her, picked up the cup and drank it "gudong gudong", then turned his head and said, "I'm hungry."

Zhao Wanqing's eyes widened suddenly, as if he spoke heavenly language and she couldn't understand it at all.

"Why, can't you even eat a meal? Do you want me to pay you?" He said this deliberately, and raised his voice a little bit, a little bit sharper.

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