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When Qiao Ai returned to Zhou's house, he got the news that Zhou Chengyan still hadn't come back.

She had expected this situation, but she was inevitably disappointed.

Zhang Bo said with a smile: "Young Madam, don't worry, the Young Master has said that he will be back at nine o'clock at the latest."

"En? Really?" Qiao Ai tried her best to suppress the corners of her lips that were constantly rising: "This can't be better."

When waiting for someone, I don’t know the exact time, so I feel anxious every second, because I don’t know if he will appear in the next second. If not, then every time I have hope, I will get huge disappointment.

But knowing the time, I feel that the time has passed extremely long, and even the rotation of the minute hand is like an old man moving slowly.

In particular, every corner of the room lingered in his breath, which made the waiting even more difficult.

Qiao Ai sighed, got up and went to the study, intending to use work to divert her attention.

I have to say that this method is really good. When she looked up again, she found that it was already 09:30.

Then he should come back, right?

Qiao Ai couldn't wait to get up, and when she walked to the door, she realized that she couldn't be too eager, coughed lightly, and walked out of the study with her usual appearance.

It was quiet downstairs, there was no movement at all.

If Zhou Chengyan came back, it would not be like this.

Qiao Ai sighed silently, hesitated for a moment, and decided to turn around and go back to the study.

Anyway, she had already guessed the answer, so there was no need to ask again to deepen her disappointment.

However, when she turned around, she suddenly found that there was a light on in another room on the third floor.

She remembered that she turned off the light when she came out.

But now the lights are on, doesn't that mean...

The little spark that had just been extinguished in Qiao Ai's heart lit up again, and she instantly put aside the decision she had just made not to be too hasty, and walked quickly, but when she reached the door, her steps gradually slowed down.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly reached out and pushed the door open.

It seems that inside is an illusion that will be destroyed with a little force.

Bright interior, empty.

Only there was an extra suit jacket on the bed.

What about people?

Just as this idea came to Qiao Ai's mind, the room suddenly went dark.

Qiao Ai was taken aback, and took a step back subconsciously, but fell into a warm chest, and the other's strong arms wrapped around her tightly, and the familiar and reassuring smell lingered around her.

Her height originally just reached Zhou Chengyan's chin. This posture allows Zhou Chengyan to bend over slightly to hold that small earlobe in his mouth. He laughed lowly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Ai Ai, Walk carefully."

Qiao Ai's frightened body tensed into a fully drawn bow at first, and the next moment, because of his movements, it turned into a puddle of water that could almost melt.

She gasped a few times uncontrollably, and commented on his dissatisfaction with what he said just now: "You will beat me back."

Obviously he is the instigator.

Zhou Chengyan had a good temper and kneaded Qiao Ai's earlobe, which was already so red that it was about to bleed if he tried a little harder. He beat him even more and said unreasonably: "I said I would be back at nine o'clock, why didn't you wait for me in the room?"

Qiao Ai said stubbornly: "Are you the only one who is busy with work? And you didn't tell me that you would be back at nine o'clock. I don't know. Why are you waiting for you in the room?"

"Angry?"

Qiao Ai knocked off the hand that was touching her face, she relaxed and leaned back into his arms, but what she said was: "No."

Zhou Chengyan lowered his head and sniffed her body, and suddenly pretended to be puzzled: "Why did I suddenly smell a vinegar smell, Ai Ai, did you smell it? I don't know where it came from, but the smell is so strong."

Qiao Ai bumped him with an elbow angrily, and Zhou Chengyan caught her, and let her wrap her around her waist.

In the darkness, his black eyes were still shining brightly, as if a star had fallen into them: "Miss me?"

His voice has always been magnetic and somewhat deep, which is enough to make people blush and heartbeat.

In such an environment, it is even more charming, as if the elegant cello sound is flowing slowly, agitating people's eardrums, and the vibration is transmitted to the heart.

A certain corner of Qiao Ai's heart trembled slightly.

Instead of answering, she asked, "Then you... have you seen the letter I sent you?"

Zhou Chengyan held an envelope between his fingers, and handed it to Qiao Ai: "This is it? Ai Ai, please read it to me."

Qiao Ai looked at the obviously opened envelope: "..."

Zhou Chengyan protected her eyes with one hand, and turned on the light in the room with the other.

After a while, after confirming that Qiao Ai's eyes had adjusted to the light, he shook the envelope in his hand again, and said, "Ai Ai, read it to me."

"You've already read it." Thinking of what she wrote in her letter, Qiao Ai was ashamed.

Zhou Chengyan said arbitrarily: "So what, I haven't heard of it yet."

Qiao Ai was dying: "But I didn't ask you to read it to me."

"So Ai Ai, you want to hear me read the letter to you." Zhou Chengyan raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not I didn't..."

Just as she opened her mouth to defend herself, Zhou Chengyan's magnetic voice interrupted her: "Ai Ai, good evening."

There was a slight smile in his voice, and every word seemed to be full of great affection: "Recently, due to some reasons, I have been too busy at work, so much so that Li Sinian even became superstitious.

I naturally don't believe this, and I don't want to mention his name in the letter to you, but today I accidentally glanced at the calendar, and it said - tomorrow you should like me.

After thinking about it, since superstition can be passed down for a long time, it must have its merits.

So it doesn't hurt to be superstitious for a day. "

He only changed the time two times, but Qiao Ai's heart was filled with roars and tsunami, even far better than the excitement when he opened the letter in the morning.

"You..." Qiao Ai's voice was hoarse, and she didn't even know what to say for a while.

After pausing for a few seconds, she found that she couldn't express her feelings in specific words, so she leaped forward, threw herself on Zhou Chengyan's body, hugged his waist, and put her lips on him without hesitation.

The two kissed a lot, but the number of times Qiao Ai took the initiative was very few.

But every time, it can bring Zhou Chengyan a huge surprise.

Just like this time.

She clings to his lips and teeth in a rampage, with an impatient desire, and a strong emotion that fills her whole heart, so that there is nowhere to put it.

Zhou Chengyan.

She closed her eyes and said these three words silently in her heart.

The butterfly landed on the spider's web, and after flapping its wings for a long time, it finally gave up struggling.

I like you.

She allowed herself to truly sink into this feeling.