Chapter 787

"Well." White millet leaves nodded.

"I'll check the circuit now. Where is the electric box? "

"At the entrance to the gate." Bai milia turned on his mobile phone and flashed it to him

The owl picked up his mobile phone and saw his picture on the screen. Eyes, across a touch of dark light, look up at her, deep eyes.

He will see it sooner or later. The white millet leaf also does not hide, "you are not willing to give me the picture, therefore, I had to take secretly by myself."

There was a slight complaint in her voice.

However, he is still very good-looking.

The owl looked gentle. "Next time, give me a picture of you."

"Don't you already have one?"

“…… No more. "

"Well? Why? "

“……” The owl didn't speak. He just got up and said, "I'll find the electric box."

"Owl, what have you done to my picture?" The leaves of the white millet raised their voices.

He didn't answer. He didn't look back.

She got out of bed. "Are you tearing it up again?"

"Go back to bed and lie down."

"Trash can?" She was not reluctant to catch up.

"Aren't you cold?" The owl took off his coat and wrapped it around her slender body.

"Owl, what have you done to my picture?"

White millet leaves don't want to let him go.

He was silent for a moment, and then he had to tell the truth: "it's burned."

“……”

He It's really burning!

White millet leaves hum a, ignore him, close his coat, turn around straight back to his room.

Angry?

Owl some helpless and helpless looking at the back, the mind can outline her angry appearance.

He found the electricity meter and repaired the circuit. It was very simple, but he was absent-minded. In fact, he regretted that the photo was burned by himself. After all, it was something left ten years ago. As she said, it was a memorial. It's a trace of ten years ago.

However, the photo is not like audio, and it can't be repaired if it is burned.

Soon, the room lit up in an instant.

Heating, restart work.

But, in the room, it didn't warm up so quickly.

The owl opened the door of her bedroom and stepped in. She was lying in the quilt with her back to him.

"Millet."

He called her tentatively.

She didn't pay any attention to him.

"Asleep?" The owl stood at the door and didn't go in.

“……” She was still quiet.

"Sleep, then, and call me when you need something." He said, really want to close the door.

Sure enough, she sat up from the bed, holding the quilt and looking at him complaining. Obviously, I'm very dissatisfied with him leaving like this, quite dissatisfied.

At that glance, the owl only felt that his whole heart was about to melt. He stepped in, sat down by the bed and touched her pretty face with his big palm. "Since you can't do strenuous exercise, don't look at me like this. I'll automatically take this as your invitation..."

His tone was ambiguous.

Said words, also very ambiguous, stirred her heart crisp numb. His fingers, hot on her face, hot, as if can always iron into her heart.

"So..." She opened her mouth, and even she didn't notice how much reluctant she was hiding in her tone and eyes. "Are you really going back?"

"And you?" The owl did not move, just looked at her, "do you want me to go, or don't you want me to go?"

No hope. Of course not.

How could she have hoped that he would go like this?

"She said softly I want to talk to you. "

In a word, the owl felt that his heart was slowly blooming, and his voice was softer, "so I'll stay tonight?"

Like asking for her opinion, the tone is affirmative.

"White millet leaves Yan ran a smile," I go to get you wash things, you go to wash your face first, I give you towel and toothbrush come over. "

She said, getting out of bed and walking into the hall. The owl looked at her back and reminded, "put on your shoes, it's cold."

Face, unconsciously with a smile.

Even in the spirit, it is.

"It's not cold. It's warm on the floor." Her voice was very clear and pleasant.

The owl got up, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and went to the bathroom. No sooner had she washed her face with water than she came in.

A lot of things in my hands.

"Here's the mouthwash cup, the toothbrush, and your towel." She placed the same marble glass platform, and then put a set of pajamas on the towel rack aside, "pajamas. That's men's shower gel over there

The owl can see at a glance that the mouthwash cup, toothbrush, and what she has put there are lovers' models. Together with the pajamas, she was wearing the same style.The bath gel on her fingers, well, is also the brand he usually uses.

By his searching eyes look a little embarrassed, white millet leaves want to go, "then I go out first."

The owl reached out and held her in his arms.

"So well prepared, are you inviting me to live with you?"

"You think too much, just prepare for the coming guests." She didn't want to admit that she was waiting to meet him every day.

"No matter what guests come, as long as it is a man, you intend to treat like this?" He glanced at what she had put there.

"Hmmm ~" white millet leaf nodded. In Jude, the only man she knew who would come to live in this house was his owl. Naturally, this is the treatment.

The night owl is in the dark.

White millet leaf smiles, took his hand from his waist, "you wash quickly, time is not early, I have to go to class tomorrow morning."

She finished and yawned lazily, and the owl let her go.

She walked out of the bathroom and came back. The owl heard her voice ringing at the door. "Those things are for you."

His face is not happy, because she said this, instantly disappeared.

The white millet leaves also laughed.

By the time he finished his bath and came back, she was already in bed. He only slept on one side, and the other side was obviously reserved for him.

The owl lay down in the quilt, her breath full of sweet smell, the whole heart felt warm. Put your arms in her chest.

She is really sleepy, a little lazy. Being hugged by him, I have instinctively hugged his neck.

"Don't you want to talk to me? Sleepy? " The owl's hand, on her slender back.

“…… I'm a little sleepy, but I still want to talk to you

"I'm so sleepy. I can chat tomorrow."

She shook her head, her head resting on his chest. Long hair, scattered on his body, like a cloud lazy soft.

"My aunt told me today that I would advise you to have an operation." She spoke.

The owl played with her soft hair. "I'll have a good talk with Tang and song."

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