The door slowly opened, revealing a backlit shadow. The light in the living room could penetrate the thin gauze.
Vivian stood at the door and looked at Lynch who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She sighed silently.
She couldn't fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel Lynch's breath on her face. The masculine scent made her toss and turn.
She began to recall the time she had known Lynch and the things that had happened during this period.
It was a very magical feeling. She had to admit that she had a good impression of Lynch. Sometimes, she also enjoyed the seemingly secret flirting. She liked that feeling.
But today, Lin Qi gave her a different feeling. It was a sense of security and the feeling of a real man.
For the first time, Vivian knew why people described their needs as "desire". She had a kind of enlightenment.
She walked slowly to the bed. She was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved. If Lynch hadn't fallen asleep, she would have been very embarrassed now.
In the middle of the night, she opened the door of a "male" bedroom in thin pajamas. This was almost not a hint, but a blatant declaration of what she needed.
At this moment, Lynch was asleep. Her impulsive blood cooled down and turned into a deep sigh in her heart.
She wanted to touch Lynch's face. At the moment when she reached out and was about to touch Lynch's cheek, Lynch, who was supposed to be smiling in his sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He grabbed Vivian's arm with one hand and rolled her back. Vivian was pressed under his body.
The tip of the pen had slightly pierced her skin, but she didn't feel any pain. In the dark, she looked at Lynch with an inexplicable surprise and something indescribable.
The desire that had faded away burned again. She felt a burst of "desire" again.
The light outside the door shone in. Lynch could see Vivian's face. He was a little surprised. "I thought it was the servant you mentioned."
As he spoke, he moved the pen away from Wei Wei's neck. A drop of blood, red with black, gushed out of the wound.
"I'm sorry, I hurt you …" Lynch put the pen in the gap between the bed and the mattress. He looked at the wound on Vivian's neck, which still had some ink on it, and was a little absent-minded.
Wei Xuan felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. She tried to explain herself, "I just wanted to see if you're used to it …"
In the next second, Lynch kissed the wound very gently and sucked gently, trying to suck the ink out of the wound. He had gotten the wrong person, so he had to deal with the aftermath, but there was no good way.
But to Vivian, it was a different feeling. After a soft moan that seemed to be completely relaxed, everything became charming and gentle.
A silent night
The next morning, when Lynch woke up, he was the only one in bed. He stretched his back and walked into the bathroom to take a bath.
This was a very different kind of enjoyment. As he took a shower, he felt a little emotional.
Young girls like Penny might have better looks and figures, but these girls often messed things up. They pursued their own enjoyment far more than they pursued the enjoyment of others.
But women like Vivian were different. Her understanding of life was much better than those young girls. Perhaps this was the best explanation for the word "serve". She was as gentle as water, making people forget to leave.
After coming out of the bathroom, the maid, who was preparing breakfast, saw Lynch. Although she was a little surprised, she was not too surprised.
After all, Lynch came out of the guest room and not the master bedroom. This meant that Lynch might only be staying here for a night, and nothing had happened between him and the hostess.
The maid was used to this kind of temporary lodging. She did not pay much attention to Lynch's appearance. It was very impolite to look at the owner of the house or the guest of the owner. She only glanced at him and came to this conclusion.
Lynch's young age made it difficult for people to associate him with some problems. Perhaps she thought that Lynch was very likely to be Vivian's relative, such as a younger brother or nephew.
The breakfast was very sumptuous. There were fruits, vegetables, milk, fried ham, fried bacon, and fried eggs.
The maid hired by Vivian was not ordinary. Ordinary people would not be able to enter a service company in a high-end society, let alone serve those social elites.
She had a culinary certificate recognized by the relevant organization, which made the breakfast she made beautiful.
Not long after, Vivian also came out of the room. When the maid greeted her, she was stunned for a moment. Both of them were women, so it was not a big problem for her to look at them for a while. She said something unexpected, "Madam, you look much better today!"
Vivian was going downstairs. She paused for a moment on the stairs and then explained with a smile, "I changed my cosmetics. It seems that my money was not spent in vain this time."
After hearing this, the maid lowered her head and continued with her work. It was not hard to imagine that the cosmetics used by the hostess of this house were definitely not affordable for an hourly maid.
When she sat down at the table, Vivian touched her cheek. She was a little embarrassed. Everything that happened last night was like a dream. She thought it would take a lot of courage to make a difficult decision. She did not expect that everything would happen so naturally.
She also did not know how to face Lynch. After all, it was she who went to Lynch, not Lynch who went to her.
She touched her face that was beginning to heat up. She lowered her head to drink the juice and asked softly, "Do I really look better than before?"
Lynch looked at her for a while, which made Vivian blush even more. It could be said that she was delicate and beautiful. Lynch nodded slowly, "You look better than before."
This made Vivian think of some very vulgar sayings in the market, which said that a proper relaxation could improve a woman's appearance. Although this was true, these sayings were essentially wrong.
What made people feel refreshed and better was not the simple exchange of body fluids that even primitive people understood, but the change in mood and mentality. Mood and mood could affect people for a whole day.
A person who woke up with a smile and hummed a tune would definitely give people a better impression than a person who woke up with a gloomy face.
However, it could not be helped if women believed in this.
The two of them sat at the table and ate breakfast as if nothing had happened. Not long after, the little boy was brought out by the maid. He was a little surprised when he saw Lynch. He wanted to say something to Lynch, but in the end, his good upbringing made him choose to greet him honestly and sit down to eat breakfast in silence.
During this period, the little boy wanted to say something twice, but he was stopped by Vivian's gaze. After breakfast, he reluctantly left the table and took the maid's hand to school.
The Federation's winter break began in the fourth week of December, which was two days later. Then, classes would begin in the third week of January of the following year, and the whole holiday would last for 21 days.
It seemed like a very short period of time, but in fact, there would be spring break when the weather became a little warmer.
After the spring break, there would be summer break. After summer break, there would be autumn break, which was also called autumn break.
The four holidays added up to a total of 15 to 18 weeks, plus some other holidays. In fact, the degree of "hardship" of the children was not as terrible as they thought.
After the maid left with the child, Vivian let out a sigh of relief. However, the originally tense atmosphere became a little awkward because of the departure of the two people who might have discovered something.
Lynch continued to read the newspaper and eat his delicious breakfast. Vivian looked at him and was a little lost. She recalled something.
"Last night …" She decided to say something to ease the awkwardness that only she felt.
Lynch put down the newspaper and looked at her. "I have to apologize."
Vivian looked up at Lynch in surprise. Lynch maintained the smile on his face. "I have to apologize to you. You know that I'm still very young, and sometimes I can't help it. But you …"
He raised his hand and made a small gesture with the back of his hand. "It's so beautiful. I hope it won't bother you."
In fact, both of them knew who couldn't help it. However, Lynch took the initiative to admit that he couldn't help it, which gave Vivian a way out. Vivian was very touched.
She took the initiative to reach out and hold Lynch's hand. She was a little touched, but some other emotions were brewing and surging.
Lynch ran his hand through her hair and stroked her hot cheeks. "Will you forgive me?"
Vivian rubbed her face slightly against Lynch's palm. She couldn't help but laugh. "Of course …"
The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Lynch nodded. "I still have something to tell you. You know, many things that ordinary people can have are luxuries for me, including marriage."
"I'm very sorry, I may …" He made a gesture that everyone understood. "But I can't marry you. I have to say this first. I'm very sorry, very sorry."
"If we both take a step back, we can still be friends, good friends. If you still find it difficult to accept, I can also choose to disappear …"
At this moment, Vicky thought that Lynch's words were just a way for her to not have any burden. This made Vicky very moved. In this era where male chauvinism prevailed, not every man could be so sincere and considerate of women.
Not to mention, Lin Qi's words now, including the fact that he didn't "hold back", would be a heavy blow to his image if word got out. But now, in order to not have any psychological burden, he stood up bravely.
She used the simplest method to express her attitude.
At this time, Lynch responded enthusiastically. At the same time, he recalled the words of an old liar — When a woman is touched by you, her sensibility is no longer sensibility, but blindly capricious!