If Affectionate Unequal [Hollywood]

Then I heard her chuckle and handed over a tissue. I covered my nose with the tissue in embarrassment, and my face was hot after wiping.

"Why don't you rest at home when you are sick?" Her tone was soft, her eyes seemed to be hooking me to say something.

I just want to be closer to you.

I dare not call her and say that I want to meet, and I can't rush to her door like last time on her birthday. Maybe because of illness, I hope to see her more than ever.

But I didn't expect to see her here.

Wait, is she asking me why I'm here?

"...just come out..."

I kept the word "walk and go" in my mouth, but didn't say it.

Guilty...

I just came here to see her.

Especially like a stalker.

But I can't think of any other way...

We haven't seen each other here since she confessed to me backstage at the Oscars.

I recalled her words countless times, and what she meant was that I clinged to her too tightly and brought her a lot of pressure.

I'm not sure if she would like to see me again, except for the time when she made up my birthday, which was the only time she took the initiative to see me, but that also meant compensation.The next time I went to her villa, I remember she sighed many times, thinking about it made her feel heavy,

"Am I not allowed to come here now?"

When I asked suddenly, she froze for a second, the smile in her eyes receded, she pursed her lips, looked at me, "Ai'er, you can come anytime."

This sentence is like a line in a movie, except that she called me by my name.

For a moment, I was in a daze, not knowing how to answer, so I could only smile, "Thank you."

"Also, as I said, you don't need to thank me often." She said again.

Although her tone was light, she had a serious expression that I had never seen before. Her green eyes fell on my face, as if casting a spell on me.

My throat tightened, and when she looked at her like this, my face slowly turned red again, yearning and uneasy, I vividly remembered the sad and sad scenes in the past, I couldn't figure out her attitude, and subconsciously wanted to escape, "...will it be?" Is it going to be too late, you have to go back?"

I don't know the approximate time, but a ray of sunlight slanted in from outside the window and sprinkled on the back of the bed.

Her face was warmed by the light, and she said, "Don't worry."

I really want to spend more time with her, even if I don't talk, it's good.

I don't want to think about anything, and I don't want to say anything to break this atmosphere. Being in the same room with her is enough.Maybe when I have enough courage, I will try to rub her over and give her a hug...

It's just that she said she was not in a hurry, but the reality was that her cell phone rang after she finished saying this.

I sigh inwardly.

Angelia paused slightly, glanced at the screen, and said to me apologetically, "I'll answer the phone..."

I just smiled at her.

She stood up, but did not avoid me, "Helen..."

I sat on the bed and looked up at her. This perspective is very novel, and I can completely see her in my eyes.

"Has he come over already...I'm now..." She turned to me sideways, her figure was graceful and her cheekbones made people want to touch her.I stared at her intently.

"I probably..." She turned around and unconsciously met my eyes, her tone froze.

I hurriedly lowered my eyes.

I heard her pause for two seconds before saying, "Okay, I'll be there later."

Even though it was expected, my heart still hurts.I looked down at the white quilt, but she didn't speak immediately, after a while, she sighed slightly.

I immediately raised my head and smiled a little, "Do you have something to go?"

She pursed the corners of her lips, her eyes apologetic, "Yes..."

Don't be so sorry...

I smiled again, trying to be as relaxed as possible, "Then can I stay here for a while?"

The air is full of her fragrance, I don't want to go.

The apology was still in her eyes, and there was something else, if I read correctly, it was pity.

"Of course," she said.

It's also possible that I was wrong, I didn't dare to be sentimental, raised a smile, raised my hand and waved at her, "byebye..."

She looked at me again and stood there for a few seconds before turning around.

I suddenly felt sad, as if it had been a long, long time since I said goodbye to her and hugged her.

I sniffed my nose and felt itchy again, so I hurriedly covered it and held back the sneeze.

If I were a little sicker, would she feel more pity for me?Just like the last time she had a heatstroke at her home, apart from being impatient, maybe she also felt a little distressed?

I looked at her back, and a voice in my heart was clamoring, "Stop her, act like a baby to her, tell her that you are not feeling well, very uncomfortable, beg her to stay, beg her to hug her, beg her to kiss her... "

This impulse almost went straight to my head, and I couldn't restrain it no matter what: "Call, call her! Call her!"

I opened my lips and bit them tightly again. I was afraid that I would be sentimental, and that everything would be a phantom.

Tears flowed all over my face before I realized it. I bit my lip and stopped looking at her. I wiped my face in embarrassment to prevent myself from making a sound.

"Ele."

I heard her calling me, followed by a few hurried footsteps, and then I was pulled into an embrace with a familiar fragrance.

I looked up in a daze, tears still rolling down one by one.

"Ai'er, don't cry anymore..." The pity in her eyes was so real, and she was a little panicked, "I won't go..."

My brain couldn't react, I didn't know if I was dreaming, she wiped my tears with her fingers, and said softly: "Stop crying, okay?" She hugged me tighter, "Be obedient..."

I don't know why, my tears kept oozing out, and I didn't have time to think about whether I was happy or sad, wronged, or grateful, and I felt that I must be crying ugly, so I might as well stop covering my face at the beginning.

I'm like this again, how embarrassing it should be for her... She's going to sigh again, she's going to be upset again...

I wished I could bury my head in my chest and wipe away my tears with my hands in embarrassment.

I could hear her heavy voice, and I could feel that she was sad too.

Her cool fingers stretched out to lift my face, and her eyes were like when she looked at me in "Maleficent 2" many years ago.Back then, I didn't know that I liked her, but she looked at me as a cute junior, gentle and loving.

But at this time, besides tenderness and affection, she also had more distress, and she came into my eyes very directly.

I forgot to cry, her breath was on my face, my mind went blank, my lips moved,

I wanted to call her, but it was too late——

A warm and soft patch pressed against my forehead.

I was held in her arms, her lips fell on my forehead, my cheeks were still wet from tears, and I was dumbfounded.

Then she moved a little further away, brushed away the hair sticking to my cheek, and whispered: "Don't cry."

I blinked, my whole body was stupid, and I stopped crying.

"I'm going to meet XX (a well-known producer). We have made appointments several times, but the time has not been matched. We made an appointment today, but I'm here..." She whispered Talking to me, stroking my hair, "I'll come over early tomorrow, can I?"

I blinked again, digested this sentence slowly, and nodded.

She will come to see me!

Probably because I looked too stupid, she smiled, as if she was really relieved at this time.

My eyes fell on her lips involuntarily. Did she kiss me just now to keep me from crying?

"Then I'll go first, huh?" She had already stood up, turned around and met my gaze on her, the brilliance in her eyes flashed.

"Oh, um..." I just said a word, my cheeks were hot, I glanced at her, and then hurriedly turned away.

After waiting for several seconds, she still hadn't left, so I looked up at her again.

She looked at me with a little smile in her eyes, but said nothing.

I looked at her, blinking.

What, what's the situation?

Wait, wait, I seem to understand a little bit.

Is it what I think it is?

She raised the corner of her lower lip, that smile was like candy, "Get up."

Only then did I make clear the hint, jumped up from the bed, and hugged her firmly.

It was not a dream, it was real.

Chapter 61 Chapter 61

After she left, I was stupid for a long time, and after a long time, I went to the bathroom to wash my face.

In the mirror, my hair was messy and fluffy, my eyes were red from crying, and the sides of my cheeks were red from embarrassment. I came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed again in a daze.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do, and it seemed that nothing was important. All my thoughts were on what happened just now, and in her every word and every action, until I received her call.