msmithbooks Chapter 67 The Thief of Time
Chapter 67 The Thief of Time
Chapter 67 The Thief of Time
"We'll talk about it later!" Yu Huan deliberately kept everyone in suspense.
"Oh."
Lin Yourong nodded at his nonchalant attitude and didn't ask any further questions.
She had also tried songwriting and knew that songwriting was a private matter. Anyway, he would definitely show it to her once he wrote it.
Lin Yourong thought to herself.
They both felt as if they had arrived at Hongqiao Airport in the blink of an eye, and then walked to the entrance of the waiting hall in the next instant.
The time we spent together went by too quickly.
Yu Huan, carrying the shopping bag in one hand, released Lin Yourong's soft hand, took a step forward, and turned around.
He could clearly feel that the pair of clear, beautiful eyes behind the sunglasses were staring at his face.
"You must take good care of yourself," Yu Huan said softly.
"Oh."
Lin Yourong nodded gently, then suddenly opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Yu Huan's waist.
She gently pressed her ear against Yu Huan's chest, listening to his heart beating strongly and rhythmically.
Yu Huan gently placed her right hand on Lin Yourong's back, and through her coat, she could vaguely feel her slender shoulder blades.
They were pressed tightly together, without a single gap.
At that moment, it felt as if we had entered a world that belonged only to the two of us, where all the surrounding sounds and people disappeared.
Only each other is left.
"Remember to think of me every day," Lin Yourong said softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Her mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.
Perhaps behind the sunglasses, her eyes were already red-rimmed.
Yu Huan smiled and said, "I will definitely think about you every day, and send you messages every day to count how many days I've been thinking about Rongrong. Actually, I feel like this is a bit greasy."
"Not greasy at all!" Lin Yourong tightened her arms around Yu Huan. "Not greasy at all."
Yu Huan took one last moment to feel those two soft mounds and took a deep breath.
Trying to calm the turmoil in my heart.
Then, with great reluctance, he slowly released his embrace.
Goodbye, darling.
Goodbye, my dear.
Hearing Lin Yourong call him that so naturally, Yu Huan grinned and waved at her.
He took one last deep look at Lin Yourong, then turned and walked toward the boarding gate, each step seeming so heavy, as if he were reluctant to leave.
Lin Yourong stood still.
Watching Yu Huan's figure gradually recede into the distance, growing smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the crowd.
She then went to the parking lot feeling empty and drove slowly back to the hotel.
I had just swiped my room card to enter the room when my iPhone 5 in my bag beeped with a message notification.
As Lin Yourong closed the door, she opened her bag and took out her phone.
It was sent by Yu Huan:
'Rongrong, have you arrived at the hotel yet?'
Lin Yourong paused, her fingertips tapping out a reply in a nine-square grid: 'Just arrived at the room.'
"Oh, I'm about to board the plane. Just wanted to let you know, the song is actually finished and I put it in a hidden compartment of your bag." (with a smiling emoji)
what!
when?
She kept her bag with her the whole morning.
Lin Yourong tried hard to recall, and it seemed that she went to the restroom while having morning tea.
Could it have been around that time?
However, Lin Yourong remembered that she had also secretly put something in his bag. She tapped the screen a few times with her fingertips, but couldn't type anything.
It's not easy to tell him at all.
It's so embarrassing.
and many more!
She quickly walked to the small round table on the balcony, sat down, took off her crossbody bag, placed it on the table, opened it, and carefully looked through it.
The curtains on the balcony were drawn tightly, and weak light filtered through the gaps, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Folded papers were soon found in the interlayer.
Carefully unfold it, stick it on the table and smooth it out slightly.
The first four characters are: Time Thief.
She quickly took off her sunglasses so she could see more clearly.
It was still written in six-line notation. Lin Yourong's lips followed her gaze as she murmured, "What you can hold onto, don't let go; what you can embrace, don't pull away... Don't blame me for being greedy, I just don't want to wake up, because of you, only because you're willing to be with me, watching the clouds drift by..."
As she read the lyrics, she couldn't help but laugh out loud from time to time.
If it's possible that "It's You" was written for that Fang Yuting...
So, this song.
Lin Yourong was absolutely certain that this was written for her.
This stems from a woman's self-confidence.
Before I knew it, I had the white rose in my hand, taken off my mask, and took a deep sniff.
It smells so good!
Lying on the bed, Sister Ru raised her head and glanced at the scene, scratching her head sleepily: "What's wrong with you, girl? What are you grinning about?"
Lin Yourong glanced back at her but didn't say anything.
The joy here is beyond words.
"Are you possessed?" Still getting no response, Sister Ru turned to look at the wall clock: "It's past twelve o'clock, has Yu Huan left yet?"
"gone."
Seeing her absent-minded appearance, Sister Ru shook her head, sat up, and after thinking for a moment, shuffled over in her slippers.
What on earth is Lin Su up to?
I looked down.
"Hey! Yu Huan wrote another song?"
……
The space in economy class is not very spacious.
Yu Huan's body was tightly encased in the cramped seat, her knees almost touching the back of the seat in front of her.
Because of its proximity to the wings and engines, the deep roar of the engines travels through the fuselage into the cabin, where it mixes with the hum of the air conditioning vents to create the unique ambient sound of economy class.
The view outside the window gradually changed from a bustling city to a vast expanse of clouds. Yu Huan placed the shopping bag on the small table in front of her seat.
He rummaged through his shopping bag, trying to find a charger to charge his phone.
Suddenly.
In the bag.
It was as if a blinding white light flashed, clearing away all his thoughts.
The last time a white light appeared that made my brain feel like it had crashed was when I was starting up.
what!
when?
Yu Huan calmly straightened the shopping bag, fiddled with the pear syrup candy, and used it to block the candy.
After all, there was a woman sitting next to him, and it wouldn't be good if she thought he was a pervert.
Yu Huan sorted through her memories and confirmed that she hadn't done it; her memory wasn't fragmented.
Yu Huan sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Why did Lin Yourong put her white stockings inside?
It's still the original flavor!
My feelings at this moment are indescribable.
Indescribable.
He reached in and felt around for a bit, then put his fingertip to his nose.
Ok.
It's her scent.
The woman sitting next to Yu Huan glanced at him several times before finally deciding to ask, "Brother, why are you in economy class?"
Her voice is very sweet.
But Yu Huan knew immediately that it was clipped out.
His skill level is too low; he's nowhere near Xu Fei's level.
He replied casually, "It's alright."
It's clear he wasn't very interested in responding to her advances.
The woman initially wanted to give up, but looking at the handsome, rich man in Armani, she hesitated and finally sighed, "I feel like I can only meet someone like you in first class!"
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(End of this chapter)