Chapter 1243 The Strongest Hug

Luo Yibei stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window. His figure was very tall and tall. The dim light shone in from the garden, drawing a silhouette behind him, making his back even more cold and peaceful. Aloof.

Fang Chixia walked towards him slowly and stopped three meters behind him. Her eyes fell on his tall back. She stared at him for a while, as if she wanted to say something.

Luo Yibei looked slightly sideways and stared at her calmly.

His eyes stayed on her lips that seemed to be closed for a few seconds, and when he wanted to look away, Fang Chixia walked towards him in a few steps, and hugged him with her arms from behind.

She clung to him with her whole body, her arms holding him were slender, white and weak, but she hugged him tenaciously, and her palm-sized face rested on his back.

Luo Yibei's back stiffened, and the position of his heart in his chest seemed to be gently moved by something.

Lowering his eyes, he glanced at her hands around his waist.

He didn't speak, but waited for her to speak first.

Fang Chixia, who was behind him, was silent for a while, his voice a little hoarse, "I didn't mean what happened this time! Whether it was my absence or leaving with Qihan, it was not my intention."

Her voice was soft and slow.

As arrogant as she is, and as tall as she is, the number of times she has put aside her pride and dignity to talk to people like this has probably happened to her no more than three times in total.

Almost every time, it's about him!

She explained to him that it was not because she had had enough of his indifference in the past two days, nor was it because she had been tortured, but because all the problems caused by this press conference were caused by her absence!

Luo Yibei turned his back to her, closed his eyes lightly, and said nothing.

Fang Chixia's character is that she doesn't lower her head easily. Once she lowers her head, if she doesn't get a response from the other party, she will keep her head raised proudly from then on, not letting you see any weakness in her.

Luo Yibei doesn't say a word now, and she has no clue at all.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but she waited for him for about a minute or two.

"I just made a foul!" She still didn't get any response. She felt cold in her heart. She loosened her arms around him and wanted to turn around and leave. Luo Yibei's hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed her hand. He stopped, "Did I say let go?"

Fang Chixia's back stiffened and her steps stopped.

"What else do you want?" She didn't turn her face away, her eyes fixed on the door in front of her with a cold look on her face.

Luo Yibei lowered his eyes, glanced at the distance between her and himself, held her hand less hard, and with a little force, Fang Chixia's body crashed into his arms.

"Do you remember my words so clearly?" An arm hooked around her waist and hugged her, his eyes scanning her face inch by inch, and he said expressionlessly, "Where was the morale in the swimming pool the night before?"

"The fever is gone." Fang Chixia replied indifferently.

Luo Yibei was startled, and his stern face seemed to be slightly distorted.

"Let's go have dinner. I asked Sister Lan to bring dinner." Fang Chixia pushed him away, walked to the table next to him, and took the dinner that Sister Lan had brought to a small table next to the sofa.

Luo Yibei didn't seem to expect that she would make such a move. He was stunned for a moment, then walked to the sofa and sat down.

After he sat down, he took a knife and fork and ate quietly without saying anything else.