(MTL) The male protagonist is always a crematorium [quick wear]

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Are you my lover? (5)

    "Hi--"

    The cold weather at night is still heavier, and the temperature difference between day and night in Kyoto is larger than other places due to its geographical location. The skirt on Liu Yue's body is added with cotton to keep it warm, and it is still a skirt.

    Sitting quietly in front of the door, Liu Yue wrapped her arms around herself, and put her legs together and slightly bent on the ground. The calf that was deliberately wearing stockings and the end of her skirt were still exposed.

    The chill in the air at this moment caught this place, and the chill began to spread throughout the body as time passed.

    At the same time as Liu Yue hissed lightly, her ruddy complexion was frozen to the point where there was no trace of blood, and her delicate and beautiful face had a feeling of softness and weakness for no reason.

    "This ghost weather..." Liu Yue muttered a few words complainingly, and couldn't help but snorted a few times.

    Sitting on her shoulders, Xiao Ao felt sleepy and asked, "Master, why are you waiting at the door of Lin Hanhai's house?"

    And it was late at night. The big pig's hoof hadn't come back yet. Maybe when he sent Qin Yi home. stay at her house.

    In that case, wouldn't it be a waste of time for the master to wait here?

    Liu Yue snorted a few words coquettishly, but did not answer.

    She wrapped her coat tightly, and her body shrank slightly as if she could avoid the ubiquitous cold attack.

    "It's a bit cold."

    Liu Yue murmured, leaning her head against the wall in front of the door little by little, yawning tiredly, her long eyelashes drooping, barely holding her breath.

    The lights on the side of the road have been on automatically for a long time. The yellow halo illuminates the road and also dyes the sleepy profile of Liu Yue.

    The warm lights set off her delicate eyebrows and eyes, like a princess in a fairy tale, full of a dreamy feeling that disappears when you touch it.

    Lin Hanhai declined Qin Yi's shy invitation to stay overnight, parked the car, and walked back along this road.

    The lacquer night-like hair was slightly messy, Lin Hanhai looked tired, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

    This man has been a genius from childhood to adulthood, and his own capital is enough for women to be crazy about him. If he doesn't ask for anything else, it is enough to be his lover without regrets.

    Lin Hanhai had a few thoughts in his eyes, and he didn't quite understand it.

    Qin Yi is the first choice for his partner since he was a teenager, and he is the only person he considers getting married.

    No matter from that aspect, she meets the standard of a Mistress of the Lin family.

    But after getting along for a long time, he just didn't know which aspect went wrong. The two had a lot of common topics. Qin Yi could pick up what he said, but after the separation, the uncontrollable tiredness flooded into his heart.

    It was as if there was a space in my heart that I couldn't fill, and my body instinctively kept catching things to fill this vacancy, but I was even more tired because I got nothing.