Chapter 198
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The dining table was round, and for the convenience of eating, Fang Chixia was close to him.
She probably wasn’t paying attention to herself so both of them were stuck.
Detecting the unmoving Luo Yibei who was just staring at her, Fang Chixia froze a bit.
Her eyes stilled and then followed his line of sight. At the glimpse of their bodies so close to each other, her face turned slightly abashed.
“I’ll just sit across!” She rose with her plate and casually returned to her place just now.
All the same, throughout the whole breakfast, the chair swayed again and again with her ending totally vexed.
Why did she go through all the work she had done most of the morning and ended up with him enjoying the fruits of her labor?
At breakfast, Fang Chixia ate with exasperation.
Comfortably lying down on the top finally, stretching her hands and feet at first wanting to occupy the sofa as he did before, but feeling that her behavior was totally childish, her hands and feet that were stretched out shrunk back.
Sitting down on the sofa, she took a magazine and flipped through the pages, giving some room for him.
Being with him for some time, Fang Chixia has already a clear understanding of Luo Yibei’s disposition.
She thought that if she were really to snatch the seat on the sofa, Luo Yibei might just directly pick her up and throw her away.
The magazine she has randomly picked was a financial one, the piles and piles of digits made her dizzy and in a want for some rest.
Plus, she got up really early this morning. After a while, she really did fall asleep.
Luo Yibei stayed indoors for a period of time. When he emerged, her head was resting on the back of the sofa with her eyes closed.
It was windy in the garden, and her hair was a little unkempt, and a few strands of hair brushed against her cheeks every now and then, like a feather scratching her face, but it made Luo Yibei’s heart tingle.
Step by step closer to her, he sat down beside her and calmly looked at her face. Without warning, his hand lifted up and discreetly brushed the wisps of hair behind her ears.
His fintertips interspersed into her hair as Luo Yibei gatheres a handful to play with. He stayed there looking fixedly at her face.
The texture of her hair was really fine, soft like the touch of silk sliding through his fingertips. Her hair color wasn’t the dark black, but more like natural dark brown, comparable closedly to the color of chocolate.
Her hair has a very light and very light fragrance, same as her body fragrance, not the taste of shower gel, but more natural, an intoxicating sweetness.
There was no signs of Fang Chixia waking up. The hair on his fingertips were entangled and then unraveled, curled and then released, again and again. He did so several times but with only a slight tremor, her eyes remained closed with only her head drifting downwards.
A movement that yielded to the hair wrapped around Luo Yibei’s fingertips slipping off with the deflection of her body, breaking away from his hand, unfolding in a slight arc in the air, before gently lying back on her shoulder.
Luo Yibei’s forehead creased. Moving stiffly nearer, his fingertips were inserted into her hair once more.
Capturing her head, he forced her face towards himself. He bent over and his thin lips brushed past her hair before his eyes fell to her lips.
The warmth of her lips when he claimed them last night, with a touch of fragrance, delectable, that of a pudding, is still clear on his mind.
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The dining table was round, and for the convenience of eating, Fang Chixia was close to him.
She probably wasn’t paying attention to herself so both of them were stuck.
Detecting the unmoving Luo Yibei who was just staring at her, Fang Chixia froze a bit.
Her eyes stilled and then followed his line of sight. At the glimpse of their bodies so close to each other, her face turned slightly abashed.
“I’ll just sit across!” She rose with her plate and casually returned to her place just now.
All the same, throughout the whole breakfast, the chair swayed again and again with her ending totally vexed.
Why did she go through all the work she had done most of the morning and ended up with him enjoying the fruits of her labor?
At breakfast, Fang Chixia ate with exasperation.
Comfortably lying down on the top finally, stretching her hands and feet at first wanting to occupy the sofa as he did before, but feeling that her behavior was totally childish, her hands and feet that were stretched out shrunk back.
Sitting down on the sofa, she took a magazine and flipped through the pages, giving some room for him.
Being with him for some time, Fang Chixia has already a clear understanding of Luo Yibei’s disposition.
She thought that if she were really to snatch the seat on the sofa, Luo Yibei might just directly pick her up and throw her away.
The magazine she has randomly picked was a financial one, the piles and piles of digits made her dizzy and in a want for some rest.
Plus, she got up really early this morning. After a while, she really did fall asleep.
Luo Yibei stayed indoors for a period of time. When he emerged, her head was resting on the back of the sofa with her eyes closed.
It was windy in the garden, and her hair was a little unkempt, and a few strands of hair brushed against her cheeks every now and then, like a feather scratching her face, but it made Luo Yibei’s heart tingle.
Step by step closer to her, he sat down beside her and calmly looked at her face. Without warning, his hand lifted up and discreetly brushed the wisps of hair behind her ears.
His fintertips interspersed into her hair as Luo Yibei gatheres a handful to play with. He stayed there looking fixedly at her face.
The texture of her hair was really fine, soft like the touch of silk sliding through his fingertips. Her hair color wasn’t the dark black, but more like natural dark brown, comparable closedly to the color of chocolate.
Her hair has a very light and very light fragrance, same as her body fragrance, not the taste of shower gel, but more natural, an intoxicating sweetness.
There was no signs of Fang Chixia waking up. The hair on his fingertips were entangled and then unraveled, curled and then released, again and again. He did so several times but with only a slight tremor, her eyes remained closed with only her head drifting downwards.
A movement that yielded to the hair wrapped around Luo Yibei’s fingertips slipping off with the deflection of her body, breaking away from his hand, unfolding in a slight arc in the air, before gently lying back on her shoulder.
Luo Yibei’s forehead creased. Moving stiffly nearer, his fingertips were inserted into her hair once more.
Capturing her head, he forced her face towards himself. He bent over and his thin lips brushed past her hair before his eyes fell to her lips.
The warmth of her lips when he claimed them last night, with a touch of fragrance, delectable, that of a pudding, is still clear on his mind.
The dining table was round, and for the convenience of eating, Fang Chixia was close to him.She probably wasn't paying attention to herself so both of them were stuck.Detecting the unmoving Luo Yibei who was just staring at her, Fang Chixia froze a bit.Her eyes stilled and then followed his line of sight. At the glimpse of their bodies so close to each other, her face turned slightly abashed.I'll just sit across! She rose with her plate and casually returned to her place just now.All the same, throughout the whole breakfast, the chair swayed again and again with her ending totally vexed.Why did she go through all the work she had done most of the morning and ended up with him enjoying the fruits of her labor?At breakfast, Fang Chixia ate with exasperation.Comfortably lying down on the top finally, stretching her hands and feet at first wanting to occupy the sofa as he did before, but feeling that her behavior was totally childish, her hands and feet that were stretched out shrunk back.Sitting down on the sofa, she took a magazine and flipped through the pages, giving some room for him.Being with him for some time, Fang Chixia has already a clear understanding of Luo Yibei's disposition.She thought that if she were really to snatch the seat on the sofa, Luo Yibei might just directly pick her up and throw her away.The magazine she has randomly picked was a financial one, the piles and piles of digits made her dizzy and in a want for some rest.Plus, she got up really early this morning. After a while, she really did fall asleep.Luo Yibei stayed indoors for a period of time. When he emerged, her head was resting on the back of the sofa with her eyes closed.It was windy in the garden, and her hair was a little unkempt, and a few strands of hair brushed against her cheeks every now and then, like a feather scratching her face, but it made Luo Yibei's heart tingle.Step by step closer to her, he sat down beside her and calmly looked at her face. Without warning, his hand lifted up and discreetly brushed the wisps of hair behind her ears.His fintertips interspersed into her hair as Luo Yibei gatheres a handful to play with. He stayed there looking fixedly at her face.The texture of her hair was really fine, soft like the touch of silk sliding through his fingertips. Her hair color wasn't the dark black, but more like natural dark brown, comparable closedly to the color of chocolate.Her hair has a very light and very light fragrance, same as her body fragrance, not the taste of shower gel, but more natural, an intoxicating sweetness.There was no signs of Fang Chixia waking up. The hair on his fingertips were entangled and then unraveled, curled and then released, again and again. He did so several times but with only a slight tremor, her eyes remained closed with only her head drifting downwards.A movement that yielded to the hair wrapped around Luo Yibei's fingertips slipping off with the deflection of her body, breaking away from his hand, unfolding in a slight arc in the air, before gently lying back on her shoulder.Luo Yibei's forehead creased. Moving stiffly nearer, his fingertips were inserted into her hair once more.Capturing her head, he forced her face towards himself. He bent over and his thin lips brushed past her hair before his eyes fell to her lips.The warmth of her lips when he claimed them last night, with a touch of fragrance, delectable, that of a pudding, is still clear on his mind.
