99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

He was 188 cm tall, and the clothes were still too big on me.

Seeing me come out of the bathroom wearing his clothes, an indescribable fealing welled up inside him.

Tristan's eyes were filled with amusement, and he closed the book and put it aside, indifferent to my complaint: "I don't need too many friends."

It was like a punch hitting cotton, and I suddenly didn't care about him anymore. I threw myself onto the bed, buried my head under the covers, and my voice came out muffled from inside: "Do as you please, I... I'm going to

sleep."

Tristan hummed in response; "Then you rest well, remember to call your friend first."

After Tristan left, the room was quiet again. I poked my head out from under thenoveldrama

covers.

Remembering what Tristan said, I took out my phone and called Annie to report that I was safe.

After a few minutes of casual chat, the room was quiet again. I lay in bed, and my head started to feel dizzy again, along with a wave of exhaustion.

The pillow and covers had a pleasant, comforting scent, and I slept very soundly that night.

The next day, as the warm sun shone on my face, the discomfort from the hangover gradually set in.

I struggled to open my eyes and saw that it was already close to noon.

In an instant, I suddenly realized.

It was already past the time I was supposed to go to work!

I quickly got out of bed, got dressed, and opened the door to see several dishes on the dining table.

In the kitchen, a familiar figure was busy, and she suddenly froze.

Tristan... can he actually cook?

In the kitchen.

The slender and clean hands turned off the open kitchen lights, Tristan carefully washed his hands and dried them.

He served the last dish, but saw me standing there, staring at him in a daze. "Stop standing there like an idiot and come eat."

I came to my senses and quickly waved my hand: "No, I have to go back and change clothes now, I'm late for work."

As I was about to leave, I was stopped by Tristan.

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"It's Sunday today, aren't you on a day off?"

I immediately stopped and slowly turned around.

I looked down at my phone, and the date on the screen indeed showed Sunday.

No wonder I was so late for work and didn't receive a single call.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then covered up my embarrassment with a light laugh.

Tristan's lips slightly curled up, and he arranged the dishes, speaking in a cheerful tone: "So, can you sit down and eat now?"

I sat down with embarrassment, looking at the well-presented dishes on the table.

There were four exquisite porcelain plates on the dining table, and there was also

a just-served Longjing shrimp, with the overhead light casting a warm and dazzling glow.

All of them were my favorite dishes.

I hesitated to ask: "Did you... make all these?"

Tristan glanced at me, as if to say, what else?

"I just don't cook often, it doesn't mean I can't." Tristan picked up a pair of

chopsticks for me: "Try it."

I took a bite and my eyes lit up; the taste was surprisingly good.

"Delicious, but... are we the only two eating?"

Tristan's lips curl

today."

up slightly: "Yeah, my parents went abroad for a trip, and I gave the domestic staff the day off

I nodded and focused on eating.

After finishing the meal, Tristan handed me a beautifully packaged box: "Open it and see if it fits."

I opened it to find a white satin evening dress inside. The sunlight shone on it, as

if it was flowing with pearlescent

luster.

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I know it's expensive without even looking, and I don't know when Tristan prepared it.

"I didn't know what style you liked, and it was done in a hurry, so I just had someone send a random one."

Although Tristan said that, the packaging of the dress clearly showed that it was carefully chosen.

"This is...,"

Before I could finish my sentence of refusal, Tristan, as if he had anticipated it, spoke first: "If you don't want it, no

one else here can wear it."

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I was silent for a moment and quietly said thank you.

"You don't have to keep thanking me," Tristan said indifferently.

I looked up at his cold, moon-like face, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

However, Tristan's next sentence was, "As long as you don't get drunk and mistakenly call me a ride-sharing driver next time, that's fine."

He sat on the sofa, dealing with something on his computer. The cold light from

the screen shone on his sharply defined face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, making him look less stern.

I held my forehead and said helplessly, "... That was just an accident."

"I won't drink that much next time, and I won't dial the wrong number again," I apologized. "I'm sorry for the trouble this time. Let me treat you to dinner next time we meet..."

Tristan finally looked up from his computer, glanced at me, and said with a thin- lipped smile, "I don't mind the trouble."

I was taken aback for a moment and didn't quite catch what he meant. "What?"

With a soft sigh, Tristan's deep and pleasant voice rang out again.

"It's not a trouble if it's you.'

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