Will you move in with me?-3

In high school, the person he liked was Lily, an art student in the next class; after returning to my city, he and I met only a handful of times, and it got very unpleasant.

It's really puzzling.

After lunch, Louis is rubbing my belly because I ate too much!

The Chinese food and the French wine that the maid brought me today were a perfect match, so I ate it all.

Louis' assistant brings a delivery. Louis unwraps it and sees that it's the same ruby necklace he ordered yesterday .

Louis slipped the necklace around my neck, my head buried in his shoulder, he examined it carefully and whispered, "Faye's beauty takes the sparkle out of the gemstone."

My neck is slim and fair, with beautiful muscle lines, so wearing it has its own flamboyant aura.

But thinking about my kindergarten days, I had already learnt a thing or two about Louis' ability to open his eyes, so I didn't bother with him about such details.

Besides, I had more important things to say.

I looked at Louis with a shallow smile, with some tenderness and nostalgia.

Louis probably hadn't seen me use this trick before, and froze as he looked at me.

"Louis, do you remember when you once gave me a bracelet on my fifteenth birthday?" I said softly.

"At that time, I was obsessed with making colourful onyx bracelets, but I couldn't string them properly by myself, and I wasn't allowed to be taught. It was you, the clever one, who gave me a perfectly braided and beautiful onyx bracelet on my birthday. I loved it so much that I've been wearing it ever since."

"After you left the country, I brought it to the university, and then it followed me to my rented room in California for three years. When I hold it in my hand, it's like you're with me. If I don't see it for a day, I can't eat or sleep well."

The more I said, the more melodramatic I became, only to raise my eyes and see Louis standing in front of me, a light curve on his lips and a smirk on his face.

He came closer, looking at me from inches away, his voice so low that it seemed like a murmur in his ear, "Faye, what exactly do you want to say?"

"... I want to go back and get my precious hand leash so it can sleep with me."

Louis leapt to his feet and stood up straight, picking up the car keys on the tabletop, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "I'll go get it back for you."

I grabbed his arm and tilted my head, looking up at him and smiling, "Don't, I'll go with you, I want to pack up some more things and come back so we can live together."

I admit I did it on purpose.

Even if we didn't live together day and night, Louis and I have known each other for many years, and I know very well that he's a perceptive person, and I also know that he's soft on being deliberately pampered when I've always been lawless.

When he heard the word 'cohabitation', Louis' eyes darkened slightly, and the knot in his throat moved gently twice.

Afterwards, he took my hand, silently led me, out of this room that imprisoned me for two whole days.

The decor outside the bedroom was decidedly solemn, filled with shades of black, white and grey, with only a splash of bright colour by the fireplace, a colourful sculpture of a swan.

I froze.

I had bought this sculpture.

At the time, Louis and I had gone to visit an art exhibition and bought it in the art section, only to pay for it and then remember that I didn't have room for a sculpture of that size in my tiny rented room, so I just slipped it to Louis.

Noticing me looking, Louis smiled a little, "Faye, this is the first gift you've given me since I've been back home."

After a pause, he added, "But I love it."

It sounded so heartbreaking. I was trapped in his fragile and sad eyes, deeply feeling that I am not a thing, and without thinking, I said, "When you have your birthday next month, I will prepare an absolutely beautiful gift for you."

Louis suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at me, his eyes lit up for a split second as if they were stars, "Faye, did you remember my birthday?"

"... yeah, you'll be twenty-six on the tenth of next month."

Louis's obvious leap of joy made me really reluctant to tell the truth - I write WeChat notes to all my close friends with 'Name + Birthday', so every time I open my dialogue box with him, I get to revisit his birthday again.

But obviously, if I said that out loud, I wouldn't be able to go to the shared room and pack my things.

So all I could do was give Louis a warm smile as his bright eyes looked up at me, before following him down the lift and into the silver-grey Maserati.

The house I rented was on Mary road, a far cry from Elisiblle road where Louis lived.

A stark sense of absurdity suddenly arose in me as Louis' handsome, drawn-out car drove through the gates of the dilapidated neighbourhood.

"You can wait for me downstairs."

The car was parked under a sycamore tree at the corner of the neighbourhood, and it was a narrow drive further down the lane.

I pushed open the car door and said to Louis, "This place is a bit of a law and order mess, so don't go in. I'll get my stuff and come down."

Louis took my phone and keys and handed them to me before sitting in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel, staring at me.

He was wearing a white shirt with delicate dark embroidery, no creases, slightly pulled up where the cuffs were, revealing beautifully prominent wrist bones.

Further up, the skin was marked with a scattering of scars, old and new, showing only a little, cut off at the cuffs in just the right places.

Seeming to notice I am looking at him, Louis lowered his eyes slightly and lowered the rolled up cuffs, pushing the car door open, "I'll join you."

In order to save money, I live on the top floor, an old block from the last century with no lift. It was shabby on the outside, but the inside had been refurbished by the agency.

As soon as I pushed the door in, I saw an almost mountain of cardboard boxes and rubbish in the living room.

A rush of blood rushed to my head, and without thinking, I turned to tap the door of the girl's room on the west side.

After half a day of tapping she finally pulled open the door to her room and glared at me with an impatient face, "It's broad daylight, what's the rush?"

I looked at her with an expressionless face, "Can you receive your delivery box and rubbish to your bedroom?"

"You're sick, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes, "This is a shared room, the living room is a common space."

This girl is a review blogger by profession, and she receives dozens of courier parcels every week, and the unpacked packages are piled up in the living room, so if I hadn't pushed her to clean it up so often, there'd hardly even be a place to land here.

The problem is that the monthly cleaning fee charged by the agent is shared equally by all.

I was exasperated and looked at her, "Fine, then when the agent comes to collect the cleaning fee next month, you pay it alone."

"On what grounds? The other two are fine with it, but you're the only one who has a problem with it?" She scornfully swept a glance at me, her eyes fell on Louis, and she suddenly laughed, "Yo, you brought someone back to live with you, so you don't like me? If you don't like me, you can rent the whole place," she said.

I still want to argue with her, Louis suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged me behind him, then slightly raised his chin and arrogantly looked at her, "She doesn't rent the whole place."

"Stop" She snorted coldly, "Shut up if you don't have that kind of money, what's the point of being poor?"

"Because we have already bought a house in Elisiblle Road, she will be moving there soon, she is here to pack up her things today." Louis lowered his head to sweep her a glance, lips flooded with a little smile, "And, your Fendi shirt is fake obviously, next time at least buy a high-fashion."

I heard stupid.

A few years do not see, he killed this bloodless power also advanced.

Louis left the exasperated girl behind and dragged me over to the door of the second bedroom where I was staying.

I waited until I opened the door and went in, closing it behind me before asking him with a serious look on my face, "Have you ever seen Sex and the City?"

Louis: "?"

He looked at me with a smile, "I watched it with you when I was in high school."

Me: "..."

"Faye, I know what you want to say."

"You don't know. Louis, let me put it to you this way, this is where I've been living in the city for most of my life, a 12 sq ft bedroom with nothing but a bed, a desk and a wardrobe".

"The living room is a mess, and none of the flatmates are very nice to live with, apart from the one I just had, there's a game master who is noisy from midnight to dawn, and a young couple who are in love at all times. But I can't move out of here because I paid half a year's rent, and only half of it is refunded if I move out before the expiry date."

I had actually planned on stating all of this to Louis in a very calm tone before I came back.

It's just that, after that argument just now, my calmness seemed to have been burnt out in the flames of emotions that inexplicably surged up.

By the end of it, I felt like I was about to cry.

"...Faye."

I wiped the corners of my reddened eyes, "Louis, I'm a very vulgar person. Not only vulgar, but poor and calculating. I can barely stand living here all the time, but I probably couldn't stand going to your place for a while and then being driven back here."

Originally I wanted to say something else, like I don't even know why you like me, what if I don't one day. For example, you may have some misunderstandings about me that have been embellished by memory filters, in fact, I am a person who hates work and likes to get something for nothing.

But before the words left my mouth, Louis suddenly came over and kissed me.

My eyes widened suddenly, and I almost subconsciously tried to push him away, but Louis held me firmly by the shoulders.

He kissed with great concentration, the tip of his warm tongue traced over my soft lips a little bit.

At this moment, the faint citrus aroma of his body dispelled the smell of smoke in the room, causing me to drift back to the winter of the year I was fifteen.

That winter break, Louis and I had snuck off to a suburban spa resort and thrown orange peels into the burning fireplace, the room quickly filling with a warm and crisp aroma.

I cuddled up comfortably in the plush sofa, and before I knew it I was sleepy.

In a haze, I felt Louis seemingly walk over and stand in front of me, so I reached out a hand and tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Don't rush off, I'm going to sleep for a while ... I love the smell of oranges in here ..."

When I snapped out of my memory, Louis finally released me slowly.

He gazed into my eyes, "Faye, I think you've got one thing wrong, how could I drive you away? Right now, I'm the one who's going to force you to stay by my side."

"All the chips I put up are not to distance you from me, but only to ... greet you."