C24 Why Don't You Tell Me a Story?

She raised her eyebrows and stroked her forehead with her bandaged hand. Hearing the sound of the water bottle jumping, she helplessly said, "Okay, the water is boiling. I want to drink some water."

The man remained silent this time, but got up and poured her half a cup of water.

The water had just boiled and was very hot, so Jian Zhiyan naturally could not drink it. She had been sleeping ever since she was injured, and now she was not sleepy at all.

She rested the back of her hand against her cheek and looked at the man. "Are you sleepy at this late hour? How about... You should go back and rest first? "

Although she wasn't sleepy, she might not be able to fall asleep even if she continued sleeping. Having someone to chat with was naturally a good thing, but she couldn't just let others chat with her all night just because she had enough sleep.

Moreover, she suspected that if the man really stayed with her, they might not be able to continue the conversation. After all, he had so few words to say that it was astounding.

However, in this long night, if there was someone who could accompany her, even if they didn't talk and only listened to her, it would be better than sitting or lying down in boredom.

"I'm not sleepy."

Hearing the man finally say two words, Jian Zhi Yan suddenly felt that it was extremely difficult. She smiled as she hugged her little face and looked at the man, "Why don't you come and chat with me?" "Well, I'm awake now and I can't sleep. How boring it would be to lie alone."

There were so many wounds on her face that only her eyes, her nostrils, and her pink lips were visible. But because of this, her eyes became even brighter and more beautiful when she smiled, and her whole face was filled with liveliness from her smile.

The man seemed to look at her smiling eyes and replied softly, "Yes."

Although he replied in such a manner, the man didn't take the initiative to open his mouth after he answered. Hmm … It could even be said that he didn't express anything at all.

Jian Zhiyan had already gotten used to the man's silence, so her gaze landed on him.

He seemed very fond of white, and in recent days she had discovered that most of his suits, sweaters, and casual clothes were white.

At this moment, he was wearing a suit and shoes, and his clothes were neatly tied up. It could be said that he was extremely meticulous.

She paused and asked, "You … You just came back from outside the city? "

Otherwise, why had he chosen to come not to see her when she had just had an accident yesterday but at this late hour of the night? Do ordinary people not sleep at three or four in the morning?

The man looked at the cup of water he poured for her and silently pushed it in her direction.

"You can drink now? It's still hot. "

When Jian Zhiyan saw the steam rising from the cup, she reached out her hand to touch it. After touching it, she realized that her hand was wrapped in gauze, so she didn't feel anything even if she touched it …

After that, both of them fell silent.

Generally speaking, it would be awkward if two strangers were alone and silent.

However, Jian Zhiyan did not have such thoughts with this man.

However, she felt that it wasn't a good idea to keep staring at him like that.

As if she had thought of something, she habitually bit her index finger and smiled like a cat trying to steal something. Her eyes were as bright and dazzling as: "Erm … Why don't you tell me a story? "

She didn't wait for him to answer, she just grinned and held the book "The Sahara's Story", which was found for her by Guo Mo Wan today, to the man with a smile.

After looking at the cover for a few seconds, he continued flipping through it. Jian Zhiyan knew that he had agreed, and her eyes sparkled with a smile that was even brighter than the stars in the sky.

The man found the catalog and flipped to the book that Jian Zhiyan had mentioned, "Desert Spectacle". After looking at it, his lips slightly moved, but he did not say anything.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling a little stuffy under the blanket, she stretched out her foot that was not injured, which was as white as jade, out of the blanket and shook it in satisfaction.

The man looked at her feet without saying a word. After holding onto the book for a while, his pink lips slightly parted. "One day …" "Dusk …"

The stiff voice stopped abruptly.

"Ugh …"

The man lowered his head. She could not see his expression and expression, but she noticed that he was dressed meticulously. His tie was tied very beautifully and Jane Zhiyan could see his sexy and beautiful Adam's apple slide down slightly …

She originally wanted to speak, but she immediately saw the man's Adam's apple move again. She then heard the man's deep and magnetic voice that was neither loud nor rapid, "He Xi suddenly became impulsive and wanted to cut his messy hair into a flat head. I hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a pair of fish scissors and at the same time wanted to …"

Jian Zhiyan swore that she really wanted the man to read to her, because her hands were wrapped in gauze, making it difficult to flip through the books.

However, for some reason, when she heard his pleasant voice resounding in her ears, she actually couldn't hear anything, and could only stare blankly at the man.

The man's large hands were white and slender, with distinct joints. He was very beautiful.

Everything about a man was unique and perfect. She also knew that everything about this man was mysterious.

Putting everything aside, she didn't even know why he was here …

She couldn't even remember what she was thinking. After listening to the man telling her a story, she took a few sips of the water that was suitable for her to drink, then slowly leaned against the bed and continued to listen to the man's story.

The man's deep and steady voice was next to his ears. Then, his consciousness slowly faded away …

Staring at her sleeping face, the man's voice slowly stopped and closed the book.

"Ugh …"

There was a burst of noise beside her ears, causing her to moan and wake up.

"You're awake?"

It was Guo Mo's voice, "You f * cker, I really admire you. You slept for two days straight, but you could actually sleep until around 9 in the morning."

She rubbed her hair and was about to say something when she seemed to remember something. She was stunned for a moment, but when she looked over, she found that the place where the man had been sitting the night before was empty other than for Guo Mo.

Guo Mo Wan pinched her uninjured ear, "What are you daydreaming for?"

"No …"

She sat up and asked, "When did you arrive?"

As she spoke, she noticed the half-empty glass of water and the book on the table.

So last night was not a dream?

"He arrived around eight." As he spoke, he prepared some toiletries for her. "Auntie and your grandfather came over in the morning, but then they went back and said that they were going back to prepare lunch for you."