the key file of cheng mo popped up on the screen like an explosion, like a sudden depth charge, stirring up a huge wave in the silent core puter room. Lin xiaoman's originally tense nerves were instantly hit by an electric current. She stared fixedly at the screen, and her breathing became rapid. this string of plex codes jumped in front of her eyes like some kind of mysterious spell. what shocked her even more was that there was actually a delicate 3d modeling diagram attached to the end of the file - a men's wedding ring. the platinum ring was simple and elegant, and there were clearly engraved the words \"Lxm 2019.11.15\" on the inner side.
Lxm... Lin xiaoman? November 15, 2019, was her birthday!
A current shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She felt as if she was stepping on marshmallows, floating lightly, and also as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body stiff. what was going on? did Shen qingyue secretly design a wedding ring for her? And hide it so deeply?
Shen qingyue reacted even faster than her. his deep pupils suddenly shrank under the blue light of the data stream, like a lurking cheetah instantly locking in its prey. he reached out with his backhand and clasped her waist, pressing her whole body close to the screen. his scalding body temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric, making her skin burn. \"what did you foresee?\" his voice was deep and hoarse, with a slight tremor that was hardly noticeable, like a taut string about to break at any moment.
Lin xiaoman was startled by his sudden movement and subconsciously reached out to support his back. however, her fingertips unexpectedly touched a raised scar. It was hard, with a slightly rough texture, like some ancient totem branded deep in his skin.
\"don't touch there.\" he suddenly took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if trying his best to suppress some kind of emotion.
Lin xiaoman withdrew her hand like an electric shock, her heart pounding so hard that it seemed to break through her chest. She foresaw that if she looked up now, she would see his tightly pursed thin lips and slightly trembling eyelashes. when he blinked, his thick eyelashes would even gently brush across her earlobe, bringing a tingling feeling. his hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, with a faint aroma of coffee mixed with the coolness of mint, teasing her nerves. \"Your heartbeat is more honest than your foresight.\" his voice rang in her ear, deep and sexy, like the low notes of a cello, playing a seductive melody in her heart.
the air was filled with an ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere. Lin xiaoman felt like a prey trapped in a spider's web, unable to move. Shen qingyue's palm was tightly pressed against the curve of her lower back, and the scorching temperature was transmitted through the fabric, making her skin burn. She could even feel his strong and powerful heartbeat, thumping one after another, intertwining with her own heartbeat and playing a chaotic symphony.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. this was not the time to think about these things. She had to figure out what was going on with this wedding ring. did Shen qingyue really have a crush on her for two years and secretly design a wedding ring? but why did he hide the modeling diagram of the wedding ring in the key file? there must be some secret she didn't know.
\"I...\" Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated. She took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Zhou xiaoya: \"xiaoman, I'm on the top floor. I have something to return to you.\"
the top floor? Return something? Lin xiaoman's heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart. She looked up at Shen qingyue and found that his gaze was also fixed on her phone screen. his eyes were deep and plex, like a deep ancient well, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
\"I'll go up first.\" Lin xiaoman said calmly with a forced expression, then turned and walked towards the elevator.
\"wait.\" Shen qingyue suddenly called out to her, his voice deep and forceful. \"I'll go with you.\"
his tone was beyond doubt, like an order and also like a kind of protection. Lin xiaoman's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.