Chapter 604

He gets up, and she subconsciously takes a step forward, trying to get closer to him. My lips moved and I wanted to say something to him. However, before he opened his mouth, he heard a panic outside.

"Owl!"

It's Nalan.

The white millet leaf steps a meal, the body is stiff stiff.

"Owl, where are you?" The girl's clear voice, with a cry cavity, appears delicate and pitiful.

"Here." The owl opened the door and stepped out. Speaking, the voice is faint, but compared with the usual and white millet leaf, that tone can be called gentle.

Open the door and no one will close it.

White millet leaves clearly looking at the young girl panic into the arms of men. Slender hands around his waist, "just outside the tree was blown down, almost hit my window, I was scared."

The owl was silent for a moment and seemed to be looking in the direction of the white millet leaf room.

Then, the eyes fluctuated, one hand gently hugged the girl. The voice, a little lower, "I'll have that tree removed right now."

He couldn't learn to be gentle. When he lowered his voice, it sounded much softer. Before, this kind of special treatment belonged to the 18-year-old white millet leaf.

But now

"No, it's so late. Don't bother them." Nalan was very considerate.

"Well, it's up to you."

"Well Shall I sleep in your room tonight Nalan looked up, pleading at the owl. The panic in the eyes has not yet dispersed, so that she looks like a frightened rabbit.

How can a man refuse such a girl?

“……” The man is silent for a moment, inside, the hand of white millet leaf pinches tightly. The owl nodded and said, "good!"

The light outside the door is dazzling.

Stabbing to stand in the dark white millet leaves, eye socket difficult. Instead of looking back, she put her head out of the window. Let the cold wind blow away the moist eyes.

It rained outside the window. The rain came in and hit her face. She felt cold. That cold, is piercing, and then, seeping into the heart, into her four limbs.

For a long time, the footsteps and voices of owl and Nalan gradually disappeared in her ears. The servant's voice sounded from the door, "Miss White, do you want to close the door?"

"Close it." She whispered back, trying to make her voice sound right.

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The owl's room is mainly black and white. Simple, steady, but without a trace of life.

Ten years ago, in his room, there would be various watercolours painted by a certain woman in every corner. Let her do whatever she likes. Even if he took up the weapons warehouse in his compartment, he would let her.

Now

His room, no one can occupy, including Naran. But tonight, it's a little different.

"Sleep." The owl was in a bad mood and looked ugly.

Nalan was in his bed for the first time and didn't believe it. But there was no hesitation to hear him say so. In his white pajamas, he shrinks to his bed. She was slim and tucked in, leaving half the space for him. Under the quilt, there was a peppermint like breath on his body, cold, but fresh and pleasant.

The girl's eyes, with a smile, reserved but obsessed quietly looking at him.

The owl was in a trance. That look, let him seem to shuttle back to 10 years ago

Think of that woman, chest, suffocating pain. He took the remote control and turned off the light. He didn't want to look at Nalan's eyes again.

He always thought of the white millet leaves at that time!

White millet leaf!

This name is not wrong at all! She's a poppy! Inch by inch into his body, bone and blood. When you want to take it away, you have to take a knife and dig it out inch by inch, so that the flesh and blood are separated.

He lay down in the vacant position with his eyes closed. The bed was big and his body didn't touch the girl around him.

"Owl..."

Nalan spoke softly.

He didn't make a sound, as if he didn't hear her voice. His breath was flat. He didn't even move his eyelashes.

The girl approached him slowly. Slender arm, clinging to his waist. He didn't push away, but he didn't respond. "Miss Bai, who are you?" the girl asked

The owl had a long silence. Then, when Nalan thought that he would never speak again, he bit out two words, "enemy!"

Nalan felt that the owl was not lying to her. That woman, probably, is really an enemy. Judging from his gnashing teeth and heavy breathing, the owl really hated her.

Even hate it to the bone.

The woman appeared here today. Yu'an didn't treat her well. She almost had to fight her several times.

Originally Nalan thought that white millet leaf was probably the person in the owl's heart, but seeing Yu an's attitude towards her, she gave up the idea. If the owl really likes her a little, the people under his hands dare not have any disrespect to her.It's as if to himself - since the owl said a year ago that he would keep her by his side, everyone under his hand had respected her and obeyed her.

Nalan felt much better at this thought.

"Owl, are you going to sleep?"

The owl was silent again. His words, as always, are less.

"You are willing to take me in. You are so kind to me. In fact..." The girl leaned back to him again, breathing tight, plucking up her courage, gently pillowing her head on his shoulder, "in fact, I can repay you Owl, I'm 18 years old, and I've grown up... "

The girl's hand, with fear, raw, and bold slowly into the men's pajamas.

He looked fierce, his eyes opened and a trace of cruelty crossed. Big palm, quickly clasped the girl's wrist. She had a slender wrist, and he put a big hand on it, as if to crush it. Nalan cried out in pain, staring at the owl in horror. For a long time, the owl didn't say anything after all. He threw the girl's hand away. The next moment, he got up and left with cold sleeves. He never looked back at the girl who was sitting up in bed in panic.

What did he do wrong, which made the owl turn over in an instant?

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White millet leaf does not have a bit of sleepiness, the mind is very chaotic.

Nalan went to his room.

What are you doing now? She doesn't really have no idea.

Each other is an adult.

What's more, the present owl is totally different from the previous one.

The previous owl, will read in her age is still young, let her go again and again. Although said to be let go, in fact, a lot of times, but also is the poor linmen that foot. However, the owl is obviously much more mature than in the past, and mature men rarely restrain themselves in that respect.

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