Chapter 882 Marriage First, Love Later (21)

The next morning.

At seven o'clock, when the sun rises outside, the community is still clean.

The sky above the tall buildings is cloudless and light blue.

The birds on the tree spread their wings, flew from one end of the tree to the other, and then stopped on the handrail of the balcony.

It jumped up and down, barked twice, and flew away quickly.

At this time, in the room.

The screen of the mobile phone that was placed casually in front of the bedside table lit up slightly, and the alarm at seven o'clock was about to ring.

On the bed, the sleeping person was still completely buried in the quilt, with long hair scattered outside, and white feet sunken into the soft and pink quilt, with distinct colors.

She closed her eyes and slept soundly.

Half of her beautiful face was exposed, and her fingertips were soft.

The room was quiet, but the alarm on the phone suddenly rang like thunder.

There was a sudden sound, and then it was stopped by a slender hand.

Silence returned to the room.

That mere sound made the person on the bed frown slightly.

But fortunately, she didn't wake up.

He was still asleep without knowing anything, and he didn't realize at all that the person next to him had already gotten up.

A tall and cold figure stood by the window, blocking the light from outside.

The loose men's pajamas were taken off, revealing the wheat-colored tendons and clearly visible abdominal muscles.

Smooth and perfect muscle lines, a cold and ascetic jawline, and fingers that can be called works of art.

He put on his suit, tie and watch again.

All the movements made no sound, and did not break the silence in the room.

The person who was still sleeping lazily like a cat on the bed turned over and rolled into the empty seat next to him.

Because the light was blocked, she felt even more comfortable and slept with her pillow in her arms.

She was so heartless that she didn't notice that she was alone on the bed.

Soon, the clock on the wall pointed to seven fifteen.

In the room, the tall and cold figure stood beside the bed, quietly and without saying a word, like a silent shadow.

He looked at the fair and beautiful woman on the bed, at the half of her exposed face, her eyes dark.

The woman has her eyes closed, her eyebrows are rather bright, and her lips are surprisingly red and soft.

The pajamas and pajamas on her body were very regular, but due to inadvertent reasons, the corners of the clothes were lifted a little, revealing a small section of her white waist.

Her waist is fair and her ankles are delicate. Even when she is sleeping peacefully, her beauty is still so alluring that people can't take their eyes away.

The figure stood beside the bed for a long time, and I don't know how long I watched it.

Finally, he was slightly possessed, and his long fingers seemed to stretch out.

Slowly he touched the corner of her clothes and pulled them up again.

After blocking that small section of thin white, his fingertips paused for a moment.

Then, he was caught by the woman's soft hands.

Grasping two of his fingers firmly, she moved.

"you're awake?"

She didn't open her eyes, she only softened her voice slightly, feeling very sleepy.

The man looked at her face calmly, without saying anything, and his eyes were cold.

Yun Si couldn't get an answer from him, so she finally opened her eyes slightly and looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

At this moment, he was wearing a high-end custom-made suit without wrinkles, and his aura was extremely cold.

Standing half-bent by the bed, his eyes were deep and dark, as heavy as mist.

Xie Si's cold eyebrows were like ghosts in the dark night, imposing and stressful.