Chapter 2979 Forced Marriage (27)

The sound of hot breathing in the dark night came close to her ear.

Her exposed skin almost trembled slightly, and her heart skipped a beat, "Sir?"

Her mouth was covered, and her voice was muffled, as soft as a kitten in the rainy night.

"Well, it's me."

The cold hands covered her face, and the cheeks that had just been bathed were soft and warm, like freshly peeled eggs, especially delicate.

He covered her with a big hand and couldn't help but pinched her thin cheeks that had some baby fat.

In the rainy night, his figure appeared, leaning against the window, his cold white and beautiful eyebrows illuminated by the lights in the room.

Dressed in black clothes and tied up, he looked like a dirty flower picker. His face was so beautiful that it could confuse people. This illusion was suppressed.

The noble and wanton Lord Pei would never do anything like a flower picker. Come to think of it...

I just came to see her if there was something important.

In the window, the frail, white and fragrant little man looked at him quietly.

Looking at the light behind him, his eyes slowly fell from his face to his rain-stained shoulders. He looked at it and whispered softly: "It's raining. Sir... is something wrong?"

Seeing that she was not frightened and yelling, he let go of her mouth, leaned half sideways against the window with one shoulder, and his loosened hand slipped down to hold her.

Holding her soft and warm hand, he curled his lips and said in his usual casual and gentle tone, "It's nothing, I'm just passing by."

The movements of his hands were so natural, but his dark gaze was fixed on her, his eyes deep.

"It's getting late, are you going to bed?"

"..." She blinked her watery eyes and shook her head, "Not yet, it's still early. I usually go to bed later."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand and brushed away the water drops on his shoulders with some care.

"Where is your lord? Are you still busy at this late hour?"

There was a slight breeze blowing outside again. Mr. Pei, who came to visit late at night, followed her movements and followed her movements, curling his lips and answering: "I am busy. During the day, I am always too busy to touch the ground."

He kept holding her hand as he spoke.

The cold hand may have been frozen for too long, and it was hard and rough. He kept tugging on her, as if he was afraid that she would withdraw her hand.

"Are you feeling better?"

He squeezed her hand and stared at her plain white face with no flesh. His voice was cold and low in the rainy night.

"Are you still taking medicine?"

"..." She looked at him, thought for a moment, and didn't answer. She just asked, "It's raining outside, do you want to come in?"

There were short eaves outside the window, which could not block the rain. Seeing that the rain had no intention of stopping, she was afraid that he would get wet, so she asked.

Outside the window, the man holding her hand wouldn't let go. His tone paused and became a little uncertain, "Is that okay?"

It seemed that he had no intention of leaving immediately and would stay for a while.

Yun Si, who didn't think so much, nodded, "I'm the only one in the room. It's okay. Come in."

She turned slightly to make way for her.

After getting permission, he actually came in, turned over neatly, and landed on the ground quietly like a nimble cheetah.

The window was closed, the candlelight was bright, and the shadows of the two people were faintly printed on the wall.

The man who entered the daughter's boudoir seemed to be a magician and took out a bracelet from somewhere.

It's true as he said, when we meet, we will give gifts.

It's called a meeting ceremony.