Chapter 54
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"Knock knock knock."
"Come in."
Jin Yan's footsteps were a little heavy as she carefully stood at the door of the study with a tray in her hands.
"The black rice porridge tastes pretty good. Lingling even made some snacks for supper. You didn't eat much for dinner. Do you want some more?"
Behind the desk, Ling Han's eyes were focused on an artist training contract. He didn't look up, as if he didn't hear what Ye Huanyan said.
Ye Huanyan pursed her lips and said awkwardly, "Um, I don't think you eat supper at night. Then I … I'd better take it back …"
"Just leave it there."
A cold voice interrupted Ye Huanyan's subservience.
"Huh?" A look of astonishment flashed across her face. She thought she had heard wrong.
Ling Han raised his head from the desk. His gold-rimmed spectacles reduced the sharpness in his eyes. His entire person vaguely exuded a scholarly aura, as if he had returned to the time when he sat in the study and helped her edit her graduation thesis.
"Bad hearing? I'll let you leave it there first. I'll finish reading this contract. "
"Oh … Okay …" She suddenly came back to her senses and hurriedly avoided his gaze.
The tray was placed on the coffee table. Although she was very careful when she put it down, it still made a sound when it hit the glass coffee table. Ye Huanyan instinctively turned to look at Ling Han, afraid that she would disturb him. She saw that he was frowning slightly and looking in her direction.
Their eyes met in the air. She didn't have time to look away, nor did she dare to look straight at him. She just stared blankly for a while.
Ling Han looked into those clear eyes and was momentarily dazed. It was as if everything had returned to the time when she had graduated a few years ago. When she was at home editing her thesis day and night, she was so confused that she couldn't even change the format of her thesis.
"Ahem …" Ling Han was the first to react. He coughed twice, covered his mouth, and lowered his head. He shifted his gaze back to the contract.
Ye Huanyan also had an embarrassed expression on her face. There was actually a trace of awkwardness.
In the past six months, the physical intimacy did not allow their spirits to merge. Apart from the necessary work handover in the company, the most common thing between them was Ling Han scolding and humiliating her for no reason. It had been more than six months since they last spoke a few words properly.
Apart from the matters on the bed, they were more like strangers under the bed even though they were superior and subordinate.
She put down the plate and stood in the study with some hesitation. Looking at the wall of books, her heart slightly moved. "Can I borrow a book?"
She vaguely remembered that a famous scholar once said that good love always starts from borrowing books. Borrowing and returning, there was a back and forth relationship. This was the budding of love, and also the development of love.
Although Ye Huanyan did not expect a book to improve her relationship with Ling Han, at least it could ease her embarrassment. Taking the book and leaving the study was the best choice.
Ling Han's indifferent voice came from behind her. "Up to you."
The wall of books was full of books. It was easy to say, but when it came to looking for them, it seemed to be a bit troublesome. She looked through row after row. Some were all in English, some were finance, and some were business management. It seemed that she did not find anything suitable.
"Did you find it?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.
She panicked and casually picked a book from the shelf. She turned around and waved it.
"I found it. I'll take it. I … I'll go first …"
"Wait a minute." Ling Han had just taken off his glasses and stood up from behind the desk. He frowned and looked at the book in her hand. "You've been looking for a long time, and you only found this book?"
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. She subconsciously looked at the book in her hand. An inch above the place where her thumb was pressing was the Chinese translation in capital letters: "Analysis of Sex".
When she saw the four words clearly, she did not think much of it. When she looked at the place where her finger was pressing, all the blood in her body rushed to her head. Her face was burning like fire. It was as if she had grabbed a hot potato and wanted to immediately throw it out of the window.
Ling Han's eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule. He glanced at her from afar. "If you like this kind of book, you should also find a Chinese translation. Do you know your own English level?"
Ye Huanyan swallowed hard. She straightened her neck and stuttered, "I … recently felt that learning English should be helpful for work. And this kind of medical … medical book … is good for physical and mental health."
The more she said, the worse it got. The moment these words came out of her mouth, Ye Huanyan wanted to slap herself.
"Oh?" He dragged his last syllable. At this moment, he was leaning against the desk. His body was slightly tilted back, and his chin was raised. He looked arrogant and noble. When he looked at Ye Huanyan, he inadvertently revealed a hint of contempt.
"Good for physical and mental health?" He repeated word by word. He looked at Ye Huanyan's face, which was flushed with blood. "Then why are you blushing?"
"I …" She subconsciously touched her cheek. It was burning hot. She did not know whether to throw away or take the book in her hand. She suddenly did not know what to do.
In the midst of her panic, she seemed to hear Ling Han chuckle, and then the sound of footsteps gradually approached. Just as she raised her head, she was met with Ling Han's broad chest and the familiar smell of tobacco on his body. She quivered and wanted to dodge, but her pair of legs failed to live up to her expectations. It was as if they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move at all. Ling Han stood in front of her, a pair of hands over her shoulders, encircling her in a small space, and gradually found it difficult to breathe.
She could feel the top of her head rubbing against his chin. She could feel his breath brushing against her hair. He leaned forward slightly, and his chest brushed past the tip of her nose. The faint but clear smell of men's cologne was like a light breeze. It was mixed with a hint of tobacco, and it made her heart secretly feel an indescribable feeling of reunion after a long separation.
The scent that lingered every night in the past was only a few days away, but it made her miss it very much.
The man in front of her moved closer to her. She suddenly lost her center of gravity and cried out in surprise. She fell backwards.
"Ah …"
The back of her head hit the block, but it did not hurt as much as she imagined. Her hands subconsciously held onto the corner of the bookshelf behind her to prevent herself from falling. Ling Han put one hand over her shoulder and bent his upper body slightly. At this moment, that exquisite face was so clear that it lost focus and gradually became blurry. Ye Huanyan's cheeks were swept by the tip of his nose. She felt like she had been electrocuted and trembled all over her body.
His widened eyes contained a trace of astonishment that he hadn't been able to restrain in time.
This ambiguous position was maintained for a long time. Her heart was in a mess like a ball of wool that could not be sorted out. Her heart seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest and pound non-stop.
"If you don't get up now, are you planning to use my hand as a pillow for the rest of your life?"
The cold voice pulled her back from her chaotic thoughts. She suddenly came back to her senses and held onto the bookshelf to steady herself. At this moment, the block on the back of her head was suddenly pulled away and fell in front of her eyes.
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