Chapter 3

If you don't pay attention to the time when you slip away, you won't find that every minute and every second passes very fast. As soon as you don't pay attention to when the sun will rise and where it will fall every day. You won't find those small changes in your life. It's like Yan Jiao slowly integrated into my life in the past two months. Inadvertently occupy every corner of me.

Today's Yanjiao is on the morning shift. Just like she usually goes to the morning shift. I will get up at eight o'clock to make a delicious breakfast for her. After that, I will go to her room to see her still sleeping face and pick up the quilt she kicked on the ground because she didn't sleep well. Gently rubbed her face with his soft index finger and woke her up in the dream. Then she sat on the sofa and wrote my novel after she went out to work after breakfast.

Do you want to ask me what kind of relationship we have developed?

I actually want to ask myself. What kind of relationship do I have with her?

If we are men and women. It's really a little couple in this state. But I'm a woman, and so is she. Is it doomed? Our relationship is so unclear.

Sometimes I see the same emotions as me in Yanjiao's eyes, and the same excitement in her eyes. The excitement of seeing the person you like.

Sometimes I even wonder if she is the same person as me? But I dare not ask, I dare not break such a balance. I'm afraid it's my wishful thinking. I'm afraid that if she is not, she will be scared away by me after I break this comfortable state.

It's ten o'clock. You should go to the supermarket to buy something that Yanjiao likes to eat and make lunch for her. If we are not lovers, then this feeling is really like... Babysitter! Or... Money-free nanny!

Sometimes I'm also uncomfortable why I get used to things I've never been used to before. For example: get up early and cook. I think it must be because I write novels and spend too much time every day. If I had to go to work every day, I wouldn't think about it or do these things.

In fact, I also know that those messy reasons are excuses. I want to do these things myself. For the strange emotion in my heart for her, in order to see her eat my food every time, the satisfied expression is like a child with sugar.

I'm used to cooking for her every day and remember her working hours. It seems that this is another job for me besides writing novels. Or, I did this for her on purpose. Because I want to turn myself into a habit of her and let her get used to me seeping into every corner of her life, just like she is slowly penetrating into my life. If she doesn't have me one day, she will feel uncomfortable and even can't live.

With the prepared bento, I went to the store where Yan Jiao worked and saw that she was just making my favorite lemon tea.

"Did you feel that I'm coming, so make my favorite lemon tea for me?"

"You are so smart. I really want to make a cup for you, but this cup is not yours, but for the guests over there."

I followed her eyes. It turned out to be this person. I have seen him here many times. Every time I sit in that place, next to the window where I usually like to sit. Just as I looked at him, his eyes also looked over, with a shallow smile.

I subconsciously looked at Yan Jiao's reaction and found that Yan Jiao's eyes looked in the direction of the man without any room. There was a rumbling in my heart. Although I knew that it was not a big deal, I felt like eating a pile of wool. Swallow in your throat and in your heart.

She still looked at him, and her eyes were as bright as usual. I couldn't help raising my voice a little and said to Yan Jiao, who was still watching, "Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, give me a cup of lemon tea.

With that, he put down the bento in his hand and ignored the expression on her face. I went straight to the window seat, opened the notebook I brought with me, and began to write a novel. My hand touched the keyboard without any inspiration, and my mind wandered with the look of Yan Jiao who had just looked at him. I used all the idioms I learned in my mind, but I couldn't find how to describe the smile she had in his eyes. That look is different from looking at me. She never looked at me with such eyes. The more she thought about it, the more annoying her heart was like a cat scratch.

Just as I was facing the computer impatiently, the man took his lemon tea and sat down opposite me: "Can I sit here?"

Ha ha, can't you sit down? If I tell you no, will you leave? My eyes never left the keyboard, in a tone as plain as possible: "Hehe, it's up to you"

"I often see you send her a bento. Are you her sister?" I looked up at him. He is indeed a handsome man, with beautiful eyebrows and clear cheekbones. The temperament of raising hands and feet can really fascinate many women. Such a man is enough to fascinate Yanjiao, isn't he... Thinking about it, I couldn't help but become more and more irritable, and even the tone of his voice was a little impatient.

"Ha ha, no, I live with her. If you want to sit here, you'd better be quiet. I'm working."

At this time, Yan Jiao came over with the made lemon tea, and her eyes wandered between me and him with impatience. Finally, she looked at me and said, "Can you go home and write a novel today..."

I was stunned and angry. Did I bother you? Do you want to disturb your concubine? I looked straight into her eyes with dissatisfaction in my tone: "You told me to go"

"Yes, I'll go home and write it today. I have something to tell him."

Her eyes resolutely refused to give in, as if even if I said no, she would immediately pull me out. I turned my head and looked at the man. His eyes looked at Yan Jiao, with helplessness in his eyes. I also bring something else that I can't understand.

I shook my head slightly, picked up my notebook and put it in my bag. Turning around and passing Yanjiao, I walked slowly step by step. The front foot is on the ground. I just took another foot. I fantasized in my heart and even longed for her to call me at this time, but she did nothing until I walked out of the subway and walked to the door of my house. I looked back. There was no one. I thought too much.