C29 With Him
C29 With Him
Ye Zimoying's hawk-like eyes stared at her for a few moments before she finally said in a cold voice, "Tonight, I will stay in my room."
He turned off the bedside lamp and lay down on the bed.
His tone didn't allow Xia Yihan to refuse, but she still wanted to refuse. This time, it wasn't only for herself, but also for him.
She stood beside the bed and whispered, "Mr Ye, your mother doesn't seem to want to see me with you. You are also a very filial person, you must not want to displease your mother, please allow me to go back to the workshop. "
Her words were extremely sincere, yet Ye Zimo acted as if she didn't hear them. She couldn't stand or walk, so she could only stay where she was without moving an inch.
"Sleep!" He ordered coldly, as if he didn't want to talk much.
She followed his instructions and lay down on the sofa.
The entire Ye residence became silent. Ye Zimo's bedroom became even quieter. Amidst the silence, only the breathing of the two could be heard. His calmness and her uneven breathing could be heard.
Sleeping in his room was like sleeping in a cage of beasts. She had no idea when he would attack her, and his actions were always so unexpected.
He had been disdainful of forcing her. Perhaps he would change his mind the next second. She had been nervously clenching her fists, ready to resist at any moment.
After an unknown period of time, she heard his breathing become slower, as if he had fallen asleep.
Only then did she dare to slowly relax her heart. Only then did she notice the rich fragrance of flowers in the room. It should be the scent of lilac.
Xia Yihan was impressed by the taste because of Mo Xiaojun. She still remembered Mo Xiaojun's excited expression when they first met Lilac on their outing.
"It smells so good," he said. "I feel like I must have smelled it somewhere."
For her, the smell was too strong. She didn't like it very much.
He still remembered when Mo Xiaonong said that she would plant two lilacs in the yard. Mo Xiaojun was worried that Xia Yihan didn't like it, so he convinced Mo Xiaonong to plant no lilac.
At this moment, Xia Yihan's heart was filled with guilt. Xiaojun, if time can reverse flow, I will definitely let you plant lilac. No, even if time does not flow backwards, I will personally plant a garden full of lilacs for you, and let the rich fragrance accompany your heroic spirit.
Thinking of this, Xia Yihan heaved a long sigh.
"You're still not sleeping? Are you intentionally making me sleep restlessly?" Ye Zimo's voice was clear, without the slightest ambiguity. It seemed that he had never slept at all.
"Sorry, Mr Ye, I'm going to sleep right away."
Xia Yihan tried to keep her breathing slow and even, thinking that he would fall asleep.
Who knew that after half an hour, he would hear another voice that didn't have any warmth in it.
"If you can't sleep, talk to me."
"Hmm?"
His order was so strange that she couldn't even react.
"Do you want me to say it a second time? Come here, come to my bed and talk to me! " His orders were domineering and childish, and she had the impression that he was like a little boy who was going to pester an adult to tell a story.
But he was not a little boy. He was a mature man who emitted a dangerous aura. He could pounce on her and eat her dry at any time.
It wasn't easy for her to escape danger, so how could she dare to carelessly climb onto his bed?
"Mr Ye, can we just talk like this?" she asked him with a touch of luck.
"No way!"
"Ye …"
"You want me to go to the sofa? it's not just talking. " He spoke slowly, and her scalp tingled as she listened.
Forget it, if he wanted to use force, it didn't matter whether she was on the sofa or in bed. Furthermore, the sofa was small to begin with, and there was no room for resistance at all. It was even safer than bed.
"Mr Ye, I'm going to bed right now, how can I trouble you to come over?" She got up from the sofa and walked barefoot to his bed. Judging by his voice that he was probably on the right side, she climbed up on her left side.
This was the advantage of a large bed. There was still a long way to go between them.
"Speak!" he ordered again, his voice heavy this time.
She couldn't see his face, but she could feel his displeasure.
Was he still angry at her for refusing?
She couldn't sleep because she was afraid of him. There was no reason for him to sleep. Or did he have something on his mind?
They hadn't known each other for long, and most of the time he'd ordered her to do so.
How could she know what to say when she didn't know him at all?
"What do you want to hear?" she asked cautiously.
"Whatever!"
"Alright, since you said that, then I'll say that. Don't be angry."
He didn't say anything. It seemed he still had the right to keep his anger, but she didn't have the right not to say it.
She thought for a moment, then said as gently as she could, "I want to share my thoughts on love. I think love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. It should be unique and loyal."
At this point, she suddenly felt his long arm tugging at her, and immediately after, she was pulled by the force of his arm and rolled a few times before sticking to his robust body that was emitting a fresh fragrance.
Her ear seemed to press against his lips, and she heard his low, husky voice in her ear.
"Tell me, why did you mention love to me? Are you interested in me? Or do you think I'm interested in you? "
At that moment, the vague distance between them, the ambiguous words formed a soul-stirring power in the darkness that directly attacked her sensitive and weak heart.
Her heart was beating uncontrollably because of his aura. She thought that she would never have feelings for a man other than Mo Xiaojun.
But was the obvious heartbeat really due to fear?
She was confused, completely confused, and her speech was a bit awkward.
"S-Mr Ye, no. "I just … I just heard you say …"
She tried to complete the rest.
"I heard you say that all women are the same. I was thinking, you don't believe in love, that's why you say that. "