"Xiaobai?" Huo Liting's hand that had just mustered up the courage to put the meat in his mouth paused.

That's not her dog?

Huo Liting put down his chopsticks: "Don't mention the dog again in the future, is it feasible?"

Wen Sinuan snickered in her heart, but blinked innocently on her face: "Why? The dog is so cute, why can't you mention it?"

Without waiting for him to explain, Wen Sinuan immediately said: "Oh, I know, uncle must not like dogs, then I won't talk about it in the future." ”

She sat up straight and raised three fingers in a matter-of-fact manner: "Uncle, I promise, I won't mention dogs in the future." ”

The expression on Huo Liting's face softened: "En." Dine. ”

"Uh-huh, eat. Wen Sinuan watched him pick up the chopsticks again, and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

......

Night.

Huo Liting took a shower, controlled his wheelchair and went to the study.

The door to the study was not closed, and there was a crack in it.

The man's eyebrows frowned slightly.

He reached out and gently pushed the door open, his sharp gaze scanning the darkness inside, and in the corner under the bookshelf, he found a faint halo.

Someone?

He drove the wheelchair inside, and the shock-absorbing and noise-absorbing tires slid across the floor without a sound.

He was about to turn on the light in his room when he paused again.

The angle changed, and he could see the figure in the halo.

It's Wen Sinuan.

She crouched under the bookshelf, book in hand, reading intently.

The long black hair is scattered and hangs down on the chest, the loose white T-shirt hangs on the slender body, and the glimmer of the flashlight is reflected on the face, as if the facial features and skin are covered with an off-white filter, and there is no dazzling eyes in the daytime.

Those watery eyes reflected the light, as bright as obsidian.

"What are you doing?" Huo Liting said in a deep voice.

The voice was cold, but there was no meaning of questioning, just a simple inquiry.

Wen Sinuan was fascinated, and there was one more person in front of her, so she was so frightened that she threw away the flashlight in her hand, shrunk back and desperately retreated.

She forgot that there was a bookshelf behind her, and her back hit the hard solid wood, causing her to gasp in pain.

The flashlight smashed against the thick Persian carpet with a very soft muffled sound, and it rolled and stopped under Huo Liting's wheelchair, just illuminating the outline of the man's body.

Wen Sinuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Uncle, it's you! really, why didn't you come in and make no sound at all?"

She muttered and leaned over to pick up the flashlight.

She crouched low, stretching her arms as hard as she could to get her hands on the flashlight, her body crumbling as if she might fall at any moment......

Huo Liting's handsome eyebrows furrowed, his back stiffened slightly, and his voice was low and cold: "What are you doing?!"

"Pick up the flashlight!" Wen Sinuan glanced up at him, not realizing how ambiguous the posture between himself and Huo Liting was.

She couldn't reach it, so she simply put down the book, pressed her other hand on Huo Liting's leg to borrow strength, and leaned forward to pick it up even more.

Breathe audible distances!

Huo Liting lowered his eyes and saw the girl's slightly wet black hair and loose T-shirt, and the faint scent of Chinese herbs entered his nose.

His heart tightened, and the tender and boneless little hand that landed on his lap was extremely hot, and the temperature in the air also increased.

Damn it!

Huo Liting immediately drove the wheelchair and retreated.