Su Zhengxing pushed Lin Qiao away, practically fleeing. He didn’t even have time to put on the slippers beside the carpet and rushed barefoot up to the second-floor room.
Lin Qiao was pushed by him, and her back hit the edge of the sofa. Although it didn’t hurt, it still hurt her self-esteem.
No way? Even after all her initiative, it was useless?
Was she really that bad?
Lin Qiao huddled on the sofa in frustration, hugging her knees, her heart filled with a sense of loss and frustration.
“Are you laughing at me now?”
She tried hard not to let the tears fall from her eyes.
Lin Qiao didn’t know that every time Su Zhengxing’s heart moved in reality, all his thoughts and senses would be synchronized with him in her consciousness, so of course, she didn’t know the torment he was experiencing in her consciousness at this time.
“He…didn’t mean that.” Su Zhengxing’s voice was hoarse, trying hard to hide his emotions.
Lin Qiao, however, refused to listen. She lay on the sofa, weeping silently, feeling wronged.
So humiliating!
So embarrassing!
Maybe it was because she stayed up late reading novels and didn’t get enough sleep last night, or maybe it was because she had consumed too much energy arguing with her family during the day. Lin Qiao lay on the sofa and cried until she fell asleep.
When Su Zhengxing tidied himself and went downstairs, the girl was already fast asleep on the sofa.
There were two small wet puddles on the sofa. Her nose was red, her thick eyelashes were wet with tears, and there were traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
Su Zhengxing couldn’t bear it, so he bent down and gently stroked her cheek with his slightly rough hands to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He reached out, lifted her up, and gently placed her back on the bed in his room.
A tangle of emotions clashed within him. Su Zhengxing sighed softly as he stood on the bed.
“What am I supposed to do with you?”
Lin Qiao woke up in Su Zhengxing’s bed. At first, she didn’t realize where she was. After taking a clear look at the furnishings around her, she immediately sat up in bed.
“What’s going on?”
Her mind went blank.
Hadn’t she been crying on the sofa after being rejected by Su Zhengxing?
How did she end up in bed?
“He carried you up here.” Su Zhengxing, in her consciousness, told her.
“You carried me up here?” Lin Qiao said in disbelief.
“Don’t you dislike me?”
“I…” He paused.
“He doesn’t dislike you.”
“Then why did you push me away?” Lin Qiao fumed.
“That’s the reason you think.”
Although Lin Qiao didn’t say it out loud, her excitement couldn’t be hidden at all. After hearing Su Zhengxing’s answer, she lay back in bed with a hint of pride.
“Sure enough! You’re just embarrassed! After waking up, I suddenly understood. I was so stupid just now, crying over such a small thing.”
As she spoke, she put her nose to the quilt and sniffed, then crossed her legs happily.
“Is that your scent?”
Su Zhengxing, in her conscious state, couldn’t stop her, his voice hoarse with helplessness.
After staying in bed for a while, Lin Qiao put on her shoes and went downstairs. Su Zhengxing was still sitting on the sofa, working. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past seven.
“Are you awake?”
At her movement, Su Zhengxing put down his work and looked up at Lin Qiao, who was standing on the stairs.
Lin Qiao nodded, came over in slippers, and acted coquettishly, “Mr. Su, I’m hungry.”
After a good sleep, her complexion looked much better, and her little face was rosy. She looked much more energetic.
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