Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 707 Young Man Admires 52

Lingyao took the glass of wine to the other end and put it down.

Zhang Dingyu frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient at being disturbed. He tilted his head and glared at the person with a bit of irritability, but the next second, his eyes paused for a moment, as if they were stabbed by a light source.

He narrowed his eyes and let his gaze wander over Lingyao, as if outlining her stroke by stroke.

In the end, he actually curled his lips and chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes, it was more like ridicule and self-mockery.

Lingyao was confused by his look. She pulled him up by the wrist, took Mingyue with her, and walked out of the bar together.

Zhang Dingyu was very cooperative. Without Lingyao having to exert much effort, he followed her footsteps, like a confused and lost person who followed his navigation.

His eyes were fixed on Lingyao's grip on his wrist.

Lingyao first asked Dahu's younger brother Xiaofei to drive Mingyue back, while she took Zhang Dingyu home in a taxi.

Zhang Dingyu seemed to be drunk, but also seemed not to be drunk.

Because he was very quiet the whole time, without any drunken words or behavior, and even when sitting in the back seat of the taxi, his back was still straight.

But when Lingyao asked him a question, he just looked at Lingyao without responding.

Lingyao ignored him and took out her cell phone to order some hangover medicine, only to see the message that arrived more than two hours late.

But seeing how Zhang Dingyu is today, there probably isn't anything to say to her.

Lingyao took back her phone after reading the message.

When she turned her head, she saw Zhang Dingyu's dark eyes, which were almost burning and seemed to be soaked in wine, staring at her as she put the phone back into her bag.

After staring for a few seconds, he turned his head away.

The bar is not far from the community, and it takes only 20 minutes to get there.

Lingyao helped Zhang Dingyu upstairs and pressed her fingerprint to open the door.

With the click of a switch, the room was instantly filled with warm light, with fine golden dust floating under the halo.

Lingyao walked in, changed her shoes, and walked in, while telling Zhang Dingyu: "Go drink some water."

However, she didn't hear Zhang Dingyu coming in from behind, so Lingyao turned her head.

Zhang Dingyu, who was standing by the door, was slowly taking off the watch on his wrist. The watch was chosen for him by Lingyao. It was a pure black model and fit him very well. It was low-key yet revealed his unique restrained temperament.

Now he took it off and put it on the table beside him, then he turned sideways and raised his hand to turn off the light.

The room went from bright to dark, and in the darkness, hearing became more acute in an instant due to weakened vision.

When it's quiet, you can even hear your own breathing.

Lingyao did not hear her own breathing because Zhang Dingyu, who had been silent all the way, spoke, and her voice reached her ears through the living room.

"I have something to say."

After he said this, he didn't even give Lingyao time to react, nor did he give himself time to react, and then followed up with the next sentence.

"I like you."

It was like a valve that had been opened and could not be closed. After blurting out these words, he followed them up with two more sentences: "I like you." "I have liked you for a long time."

Each sentence is clearer and more solemn than the last.

"Don't think that I am drunk now, or that I am still young and ignorant. I know what I am doing and I am not drunk. Although I don't drink often, it's not that I can't drink." When he was young, he went to a drinking party alone and someone deliberately forced him to drink. He even drank white wine.

He just doesn't like drinking.

"I know what I'm saying now, and I also know what the consequences will be after I say these words. Even if you don't want to know, I still want to tell you."

"I don't want to be your brother anymore."

In the darkness, emotions that were originally hidden from the light were growing. Zhang Dingyu clenched her fingers, and there was a kind of determination when she spoke.

Zhang Dingyu couldn't let him be her younger brother for his whole life, and be treated as such by her forever, or even have to watch her having someone else around him. He would rather break this false peace.

Even if she hated him and stayed away from him, even if the thought of her resistance and staying away from him was like someone hitting him with a stick, making him unable to breathe and having to kneel down, he was willing to do it.

He knew he didn't deserve it, but his love should be bright and open, and he had been waiting in the darkness for too long.

He stood there frozen, like a criminal suspect awaiting sentencing, while his judge did not announce her verdict.

Instead, he was told to “come here.”

Zhang Dingyu seemed to be caught by a thin wire and was "pulled" over by her.

He stood beside her, but she motioned for him to sit down.

Zhang Dingyu still followed the arrangements.

Sitting down on the beige sofa, there was no curtain to block the balcony, the moonlight poured into the room, and the sofa was also half sprinkled with silver light. Zhang Dingyu could vaguely see her face and her eyes through the bright moon.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and in the end, Zhang Dingyu turned her head away first.

But soon, his head turned away again.

Lingyao pinched his chin, grabbed the half-full glass of cold water she had just put down on the table with one hand, and brought the glass to his lips.

Before Zhang Dingyu could react, his body had already subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed.

After feeding her a glass of water, Zhang Dingyu stared at her clear eyes without moving for a moment until she put down the cup. She raised her hand, not very considerately, but slightly roughly wiping back and forth the water stains that accidentally leaked on the corners of his lips.

Zhang Dingyu's heart was in a state of turmoil, like a charcoal fire that was about to go out, but the restlessness that came back with the wind rushed through his body.

Zhang Dingyu straightened his back slightly, tilted his head, and kissed her fingers once, and again.

Finally, he held her hand, placed it beside him, and rubbed it silently, his brows lowered, and his long black eyelashes were coated with a layer of silver in the moonlight.

He said.

"I want to kiss you, can I?"