“There’s that excuse again.” Christine White beamed.
Baird Lane stopped talking too and just stared at her.
Her scalp tingled a little at the look he gave her, and she was eventually defeated by him, sighing before finding clothes ready for him to change into.
During the change of clothes, she allLand tilted her head to the side of her, not daring to look at him.
But Baird Lane’s gaze, however, stayed on her face, “Are you like this, see? No need to button it up wrong?”
“It won’t.” Christine White replied.
Baird Lane chortled softly, “But there’s already been a wrong button.”
“Yes?” Christine White hurriedly turned her head toward the shirt he was wearing.
At that look, she knew she had been duped.
“You lied to me!” She stood up, a little upset.
The buttons weren’t buttoned wrong at all.
“How are you going to turn your head around if you don’t lie.” Baird Lane said as he raised an arm to rest on his head.
Christine White pursed her lips, “Is that funny? Why do I have to turn my head around.”
“So why don’t you say why you have to turn your head to the side? Don’t tell me you’re being shy, you didn’t change my clothes that time you were skiing abroad did you?” Baird Lane looked deep into her eyes.
Christine White coughed lightly, “Who says I’m not shy, I’m still afraid that if I look, I won’t be able to concentrate on changing your clothes.”
“Is that so?” The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth quirked, “Then it seems that I have a body that pleases you.”
Christine White’s little face flushed, “Okay, stop being poor and roll over, there’s no way I’m going to be able to put your coat on with you like that.”
Baird Lane did as he was told and rolled over.
Christine White put the jacket on him and had him turn over again, “That’s it, clothes changed, I’ll be out then.”
“Don’t go.” Baird Lane took her hand and wouldn’t let her go.
Christine White paused, “Anything else?”
“Sleep with me.” Baird Lane said, rubbing his temples.
Christine White frowned, “Go to sleep by yourself, I’m going to wash my face.”
“Wash it when you wake up.” With that, Baird Lane yanked her over the top of the bed with a sharp jerk.
Christine White gasped in shock, “You faked it?”
He’s so strong, where does he look like he can’t walk like that just now.
This shows that he is simply pretending to have no strength.
Baird Lane pretended not to catch the meaning of Christine White’s words and rolled over and wrapped her up in his arms, then fished the covers over her and himself with his other hand.
“Okay, stop it, I’m really dizzy.” He whispered as he knocked his chin on top of her head.
Christine White heard his voice slightly tired, would have liked to struggle, this moment also rested his mind, obediently lying in his arms did not move.
There was no telling how much time had passed, and gradually she heard steady and slow breathing coming from above her head.
She glanced up slightly, the man’s brow was closed tightly, already asleep.
She, however, was sleepless.
At that moment, the cell phone on the bed suddenly vibrated.
Startled, Christine White quickly lifted her hand to fish for her cell phone and glanced toward the man.
I thought the man would be woken up, but on closer inspection he wasn’t, he was still sleeping soundly, not the slightest bit affected by the sound of the vibrating cell phone, so I guess it was the alcohol.
But Christine White was relieved to see that Baird Lane wasn’t awake, which made her feel comfortable enough to check her cell phone.
That vibration just now, there was a missive, and looking at the number, it was actually that prank from last night again.
The prankster last night texted her that she wasn’t the daughter of The White Family, so she wouldn’t have sent something similar this time, would she?
With that in mind, Christine White quickly clicked the missive open, but instead of what she had guessed it would say, it contained just two short words, “Guess?”
“I guess? I guess what? I guess.” Christine White muttered with some displeasure.
This, you guessed it, would be a reply to her asking the other person ‘who are you’ last night.
Replying after a day, and only replying with two words that set people on fire, would make anyone angry.
Besides, she didn’t have that much free time to guess, so she might as well just call up and ask.
With that in mind, Christine White didn’t hesitate in her actions as she grabbed her cell phone with one hand and gently moved Baird Lane’s hand away from her waist with the other, tiptoeing out of bed and towards the living room.
Walking out into the living room, she breathed a soft sigh of relief, which reassured her to dial the number over.
However the call went through and was never answered.
But Christine White wasn’t dead set on calling again after cutting off the phone.
This time it was even more desperate, the other end just turned off the phone.
Christine White’s angry little face puffed up, but there was nothing she could do about it, in the end she could only rub her hair and once again turn over the newsletter she had just typed, Who the hell are you, I don’t have the time to play word games with you.
After typing and making sure it was correct, she clicked send.
Waiting for the phone screen to show a successful send, she then put away her phone and sat down on the sofa, murmuring softly, “This person, he should know me, right?”
If you don’t, how do you know The White Family.
Since she knew her, then maybe she did too.
But she couldn’t guess who it was, much less whether it was good or evil, and for what purpose?
After sitting on the sofa for a while, but did not wait for a reply to the newsletter, Christine White knew that the other party may again deliberately not reply, although the heart is a little uncomfortable, but did not think too much, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
In the evening, Aunt Lucy came over and cooked in the kitchen.
Christine White was curled up on the couch watching TV when she suddenly heard movement coming from the direction of her bedroom, she grabbed the remote control and turned the TV volume down before seeking out the sound.
Baird Lane was seen coming out of it in a loose shirt and no outer appearance, and it was not clear if he had taken it off on purpose or if he had deliberately not wanted to wear it.
“You awake?” Christine White asked.
Baird Lane came over to me with a gentle hammer to the head, “What time is it?”
His voice was hoarse and hard to hear.
Christine White glanced at the clock, “It’s almost seven o’clock, are you all right, are you still drunk?”
Baird Lane sat down and exhaled heavily, “Headache.”
“Then it does look like the booze hasn’t worn off yet, so wait.” She put down the remote and ran into the kitchen.
A short while later, she came out with a bowl, “Drink.”
“What’s this?” Baird Lane looked at the brown liquid in the bowl and frowned.
Christine White saw that he didn’t take it and simply put the bowl on the coffee table in front of him, “Wake up soup, you drink it now and your head will soon stop hurting.”
“You cooked it?” Baird Lane picked up the sober soup and took a sip.
Christine White spread her hands, “It wasn’t me, I asked Aunt Lucy to cook it for you, and I mentioned it to Aunt Lucy when I thought you must be a little uncomfortable when you woke up.”
“So it is.” Baird Lane’s mouth quirked lightly, “But how did you know I’d wake up uncomfortable.”
“It’s normal, usually drunk people are like that, and you’re not a god, so naturally you’re like that, so drink up, it’s time to eat.” She urged him.
Baird Lane didn’t speak anymore either, tilting his head back and downing the bowl of sober soup in a few gulps.
After finishing his drink, he was just about to put the bowl down when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw something placed in the compartment under the coffee table.
He reached down and pulled something like that out, it was actually a file pouch, still thick, and he didn’t know what was in it.
Christine White suddenly tapped her head when she saw the bag of papers in his hand.
Baird Lane heard her and turned his head to ask her, “What’s wrong with you?”
“This.” Christine White pointed to the paper bag, “I forgot again, this is what I was going to give you.”
“For me?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What’s in here?”