She Remembered It
“But…”
“Jing, who are you talking to?”
Lin Jiao pushed open the bathroom door.
She slowly wiped her wet hair and walked to the sofa.
“With him.” Xue Jing raised his phone.
The front camera was aimed at her neck. From Pei Zhi’s angle, he could see a small section of her collarbone.
He swallowed his saliva and regained his composure the moment she took the phone.
“Uncle?”
When Lin Jiao saw that it was him, a smile appeared on her face.
She walked around the coffee table and sat on the sofa, wiping her hair. “Did Jing disturb you?”
“No, he’s a good boy.”
Pei Zhi swirled his wine glass and took another sip.
He moved his gaze away from her neck and looked into her eyes. “Don’t you use a hairdryer?”
“I want to let it dry naturally for a while.” It was inconvenient for Lin Jiao to hold the phone, so she placed it on the coffee table. “Blowing wet hair as soon as you finish washing it is not good for your hair.”
She wrapped her hair in a towel and rubbed it gently.
A few drops of water splashed onto the camera as she moved. Pei Zhi felt the room temperature suddenly increased a few degrees.
He lowered his eyes and unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt with one hand. “Then wipe your hair. I’m going to work out.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Brother!”
“Good night.” Pei Zhi looked at her one last time and hung up without hesitation.
He ran on the treadmill to sweat.
He tried to use fatigue to keep his imagination from running wild and forget what he saw.
He thought that this would give him a good night’s sleep.
But unexpectedly…
The desire to get her had long been engraved in his heart, weaving dream after dream for him, making him happy and reluctant to wake up.
“Boss, I’m downstairs.”
Qu Shao’s voice was like a drum. The moment it rang in his ears, it brought him back to reality.
He lifted the blanket and glanced expressionlessly at the rumpled bed sheets. “Give me five minutes.”
“Alright, what do you want to eat?”
“Anything is fine.”
“There are steamed buns, fried dough sticks, corn, and…” Qu Shao was halfway through when Pei Zhi hung up.
Qu Shao clicked his tongue and shook his head. He then called Lin Jiao and asked her the same question. The boss would definitely eat whatever she wanted to eat.
Pei Zhi went downstairs at the right time.
He got into the car and smelled the fragrance of greasy food. When he saw the fried dumplings on the table, he frowned and said, “Is there nothing else for breakfast?”
“Miss Lin asked me to buy these.”
Pei Zhi was speechless.
“Don’t you like it?” Qu Shao fought back the urge to laugh and glanced back.
Pei Zhi narrowed his eyes. “No.”
He picked up the soy milk cup and took two sips. When he saw the siblings, he distributed the breakfast on the table to them.
“Uncle, this is for you.” Lin Jiao took out a piece of loaf from her bag.
Pei Zhi thought of a possibility.
He looked down at the loaf and asked, “Why did you bring me this?”
Lin Jiao opened the bag of steamed dumplings. “Don’t you dislike eating greasy breakfast?”
“You remember that?”
“Yeah.”
For a moment, Pei Zhi felt like he had fallen into the sparkling sea and was swayed back and forth by the gentle seawater.
He couldn’t find the exact words to describe his feelings, but his pounding heart was a constant reminder that he was happy.
Pei Zhi tore open the bag. “Thank you.” He took a bite of the loaf and smiled.