My Feelings Can Wait (MTL)

7

From the hot tea and cake at the meeting, to the coordinating words on the wine table, to the current stomach medicine, the intersection with Jing Xuan today was passed through Ji Youyan's mind like a revolving lantern. Maybe she thinks too much, maybe Jingxun just pursues the consistent kindness. But Ji Yuyan still felt that there seemed to be a flow of heat, overflowing from his heart, and flowing all over his limbs.

There was an uncontrollable smile on her face, but her eyes were a little hot. The impulses and emotions in her mind were surging, urging her to grab the box on the side and rush out of the door in a stride.

When he really stood at the door of Jing Xun's room and raised his hand to knock on the door, Ji Youyan woke up again.

But this time, the desire was so great that she could no longer suppress it with reason.

She gritted her teeth, no longer giving herself time to look forward and backward, raised her hand and knocked it gently and softly twice.

Unexpectedly, Jing Xiu responded much faster than she expected. Almost in the next second, the door of the room was opened by the owner in a half-person wide gap, and Jingxuan's white-walled face appeared in the shadowy light.

"Something?" Jing Xiu frowned and said lightly.

Ji Yooyan rarely saw Jing Xiu showing such an impatience to herself in the past, but she was stung by her attitude several times today, and she was a little at a loss for a while. In front of people, she can already pretend to be a big orator with a clever tongue, but standing in front of Jing Xiu, as long as she has a look, she will be beaten back to her original form—turned back to that clumsy dumb dumb.

She shook her hand unconsciously, felt the box held between her fingers, and finally remembered the purpose of her trip.

"It was too hasty to meet just now, so I didn't have time to give you the prepared gift for the meeting." Ji Youyan laughed, not piercing Jingxuan's goodwill just to give the medicine.

She opened the box, exposed the bracelet inside, and handed it to Jingxun, in a gentle tone of voice: "The little red between the eyebrows is something I insisted on. Slyvia didn't understand it. I argued with me for a long time, but I think you should I'll like it." Slyvia is the French designer Jing Xuan likes. When traveling to France together, Jing Xuan had taken her to visit and was very affectionate.

The moment Jing Xiu saw the bracelet in the box, his five fingers on the doorknob tightened, and the confusion, confusion and pain flashed in his eyes too late to cover up.

Ji Yuyan saw it clearly, thinking that Jing Xiu didn't like it, and the heart of the earth couldn't help hanging in his throat.

The time of the stalemate seemed to be only a few seconds, and it was as long as centuries.

"I like it very much." Jing Xiu finally opened the door a little wider and reached out to take the box.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Ji Yuyan felt that Jing Xun looked down at the bracelet for a while, then raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes seemed to be stained with warmth.

"I didn't prepare a gift for you." She told calmly.

Ji Yooyan immediately said with a gentle eyebrow: "It doesn't matter. You like this gift, it is the best gift for me." After a pause, she laughed at herself halfway, "Besides, thank you tonight. With your light, I can stand here all the time."

Due to family education, the word thank you is nothing but ordinary to Ji Yuyan, and she habitually expresses it both to her own and outsiders. But Jing Xiu didn't know what had come to mind from these words, but in an instant, Ji Youyan saw her expression cooling down, and the coolness in her eyes was no worse than before.