Charles sat alone in the office, closing his eyes and recalling the details of his acquaintance with Eric.

He silently calculated how long he and Eric had known each other, what they had experienced together, and when things started to go wrong-what made this relationship completely deteriorate, and it became the slightest point in his heart? An insurmountable minefield.

The more he counted, the more frightened he became, and finally he opened his eyes tremblingly, and was surprised to find that everything could be traced back to the source of time—his encounter with him.

It was as if a spell had restrained him, viciously predicting the meeting and acquaintance of the two, and frantically drawing a conclusion at the beginning of everything: no matter how it develops, this plan has been woven by the hand of fate for a long time. The web of love will definitely wrap the two of them airtight, just like the sticky spider's silk tightly entangles the prey, making people unable to move.

He hurriedly denied it in a panic, but under all the flimsy and flimsy excuses, he had no way of denying the complicated situation now.

Charles didn't want it to turn out that way, in other words, he didn't want to think that his encounter with Eric was a mistake.Nor do I want to admit the absurd nature of this entanglement.

Time passed unknowingly like this, Charles sat there motionless, like a sculpture, the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains that were not tightly drawn, casting a light golden light on him.

There is no doubt that Charles is beautiful.

The slender and well-proportioned skeleton, the clear and handsome face, are so beautiful that they are fragile, so beautiful that people can't help being bullied, and so beautiful that tears are shining.At this moment, under the halo of the gilded color of the setting sun, it does not look like a real person, but a sculpture with smooth lines by Michelangelo.

And those eyes that I have praised so many times, no matter how cruel people look at them, they can't help but shake their hearts.It is a soft blue ribbon, and it is also the sea with the smallest diameter in the world.

This is what Iris saw when she opened the door. She was terrified by the beauty, but soon recovered.

The small creaking sound broke the tranquility, and Charles turned his head vigilantly, but his stiff body was not as he wished, making a "click" sound.

"......It's you."

Iris was almost amused, but when she saw Charles' vaguely disappointed and relieved expression, she straightened her face again: "I'm sorry that I can't be Eric to deliver the meal."

Charles shook his head, staring blankly at the plate in Iris' hands, and didn't take the joke.

His confused and bewildered face was too aggressive, and Iris frowned: "What do you mean, shut yourself up here without eating for a day. Now elementary school students are more skilled than you in dating, right?"

Charles looked sluggish, and before he could answer, Iris continued to taunt with undiminished skill. She curled her lips and said, "I think my body is too good, and I want to eat a few meals so that I can die in love? You can't go to class tomorrow. ?”

Charles finally came back to his senses, he glanced at Iris with a dull look, and didn't speak.

......

Iris:  …

Oops, why do I suddenly feel like I'm going to bully him and cry.

Going over viciously to cover up and put the dinner plate on the table, Ai Rui sat down opposite Charles without any politeness.

"What the hell is going on with you two?"

Her tone softened, and there was an imperceptible concern in her eyes.

Charles smiled bitterly: "He seems to be very persistent in asking me for an answer."

Iris said without hesitation: "Then give him an answer. Whether you refuse or agree, what does it mean to be so procrastinating? Both of you are grown men, can falling in love destroy the world?"

Charles shook his head: "I dare not."

This seemed to be the first time Iris faced the fragility that had been peeled off, and she froze there, as if her heart ached along with Charles.

After a moment of silence, Iris said, "I thought you weren't the kind of person who would be afraid of other people's eyes and the failure of a relationship."

He looked like he was about to cry, but just shook his head with his mouth pursed.

Iris frowned slightly, trying to change the subject: "You...you like him, right?"

Charles didn't answer. He didn't seem to hear Iris' question. After a while of silence, he only heard him speak tiredly, with a low voice: "I don't want to eat, you go out."

The author has something to say: By the way, what do you want to read in the next article?Xiao Chong or Nini?

The Avengers 4 knife hurts so much, I want to write some Susu's cookies to comfort my soul.

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