"I would never dare! Haha," Hendrix laughed in a low voice. He hugged me tightly once more, nuzzling my neck, "I have to go."
My smile faded, and I hugged him as I nodded hard. "All right."
However, I was reluctant to let go.
In the heavy silence, we hugged each other for another minute. Finally, Hendrix let go of me first, getting off the bed and walking out quietly.
I reached out to touch the space next to me. The bed was slowly getting colder and returning to its original shape.
I was lost in thought as I recalled the scene just now. Suddenly, I shuddered, scampering to turn on the light switch like a madwoman.
When the lights turned on, I looked back and saw that the other half of the bed was the same as when I went to bed, but there were some wrinkles on it, proving that he was here.
I was fully awake as I held the quilt, so I sat on the bed in a daze until dawn.
The hug from Hendrix gave me a lot of strength. At seven sharp, I got out of bed and made breakfast for the first time since I returned.
When Jordan came back, he went upstairs directly. Finding that I was not there, he ran down in a hurry and picked up the phone. He was about to make angry calls when he bumped into me as I walked out of the kitchen.
Our eyes met, and I calmly lifted the two plates in my hand, "Do you want to eat with me?"
Jordan hid his anger, instantly becoming gentle again. As if he could not believe what he saw, he nodded and said, "Okay."
At the table, there was only the sound of our knives and forks clinking against the plate. Jordan ate slowly and carefully, but he glanced at me from time to time.
I rolled my eyes and said casually, "Would you stop dealing with those goods?"
"What?" Jordan was stunned for a moment before he realized what I was talking about, and he immediately stopped what he was doing. "If I don't, will you accept me?"
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