At first, Rashemi waited expectantly, looking at the door of the box from time to time, imagining that in the next moment, the man who had entered his dream would push the door a thousand times.

However, as the minutes and seconds passed, as the appointed time approached little by little, the expected light in Rashimi's eyes dimmed layer by layer.

She looked at the hands on her watch, and the second hand seemed to move more and more slowly, and each movement was an extremely difficult process.

Finally, the pointer pointed to eight, and the time they had agreed upon had arrived.

He didn't come, at least he didn't come on time, and a look of disappointment appeared on Rashimé's face. Meanwhile. All sorts of speculations began to pop up in her mind.

Could it be that he didn't receive her letter, could it be that his roommate secretly hid it?

Is there something important about him, is there something compelling that he can't get out of?

Could it be that he had forgotten, forgotten about her, and forgotten that he had saved himself, so he had no intention of going to the appointment at all?

Time continued to pass, and Rashemi waited on pins and needles. In less than a minute or second, the anxiety in her heart increased.

As the pearl of the king of fire, Rashimi has always let others wait for her share, how can she have such an anxious experience of waiting for others for so long.

She looked at her watch and told herself countless times that she would wait another minute and leave at the last minute. However, after a minute, she always had the illusion that maybe the next minute he would come.

When Ahn Lingxuan pushed the door in, Laheimi had a pitiful expression on her face, and the watch on her wrist was quietly pointing to the 8:50 position.

Laximei raised her head and watched An Lingxuan walk towards her step by step, all the apprehensions and grievances in her heart turned into thumping excitement and joy in an instant.

She quickly stood up, her hands wrenched together uneasily, and her voice was low and a little shy: "You...... You're here......"

"Hmm" An Lingxuan replied, her voice low and magnetic.

At this moment, Lahimi had completely forgotten the fact that Ahn Lingxuan was fifty minutes late, and her eyes were full of the person in front of her.

Seeing Rashi looking at herself intently, two red clouds appeared on her face, and the smile on the corner of An Lingxuan's lips deepened.

"Won't you ask me to sit down?" Deep eyes stared straight at Rashimi, as if she was the only one there.

"Oh...... Okay, please take a seat, please take a seat. Hearing this, Laximi hurriedly got out of the way, and in the midst of the chaos, she pulled up An Lingxuan's sleeve and dragged him straight to sit down next to her.

Knowing that both of them were seated, Laximei realized how unladylike and outrageous her actions were just now.

In An Lingxuan's smiling gaze, she blushed and hurriedly let go of the hand that was tugging at his sleeve.

However, because of some eagerness in his movements, Xu inadvertently hit An Lingxuan's lower abdomen when he withdrew his hand.

"Shh

Laximei looked at An Lingxuan, who was covering her abdomen and gasping for air, and was very worried: "How are you, isn't it painful, I'm sorry just now......"