Ten minutes later.
With an uninjured hand holding a bottle of coffee beans, Cill cautiously kicked open the door to the study, then poked a head inside.
Although her movements were quiet, the man was clearly aware of her, and his eyes, which had been focused on the screen, drooped indifferently.
All right.
She had no choice but to walk in.
She walked up to him, handed him the bottle of coffee beans in her hand, and said aggrievedly, "My other hand is injured and I can't make coffee." ” He looked up at the bottle of coffee beans in her hand, "So. ” "So you eat coffee beans, it's all coffee flavor anyway." “” His face darkened slightly.
She was sure Ciel also knew that it was a bit bad for her to say this, but she was also forced to do it.
She lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly, "You also saw that my hand was injured, and I couldn't even hold a spoon to make coffee for you."
He glanced at her bandaged hand, and saw her wounded bandage, which was a little red from blood, and there was pity and distress in her deep eyes.
More helplessness.
She's too naughty and too noisy, otherwise she wouldn't hurt her hands.
He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes returned to the computer screen, and said lightly, "Don't drink the coffee, give me a leg slap." ” "Oh."
She let out a sullen sigh and placed the can of coffee beans on the table, then crouched down to the ground and clenched her hands into fists on his lap.
She became playful, glanced at him, and then raised her hand and thumped it into his leg with all her strength, intending to hurt him to breathe.
"Ahh I didn't expect him to scream in the end, but she screamed herself.
Because she had forgotten that one of her hands was hurting, she had hammered him so hard that it hurt like a knife had cut her palm.
He looked down at her aggrieved face in pain, this time not only did he not feel a little pity, but also hooked his lips mockingly, "Disobedient end." ” “” She rubbed her wrists, lowered her eyes and looked aggrieved, ignoring him.
"Sir, don't be a fool of yourself, don't force me to discipline you every time before you are obedient."
"Got it" She nodded knowingly, then lifted her uninjured hand and placed it on his lap, squeezing him gently.
Her movements were very obedient, but there was a look of unhappiness on her face.
She just did it so that she didn't want to be disciplined.
Her reluctant but reluctant but reluctant cute appearance fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel cute and interesting, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.
But he didn't linger on her for long, and soon his gaze returned to the data graph on the computer screen.
When he does things, he never likes to be distracted.
Cill was the exact opposite of him.
She is obviously doing the same thing as him, but her trouble-making heart can't calm down, and her head sometimes thinks about the east and sometimes the west, not reaching the margin.
She thought about it, and because she was tired all day today, she couldn't help but yawn.
She blinked her large, tired, sleepy eyes.
I'm so sleepy.
If only I could get some sleep.
But she still has to give this pervert a massage.
She looked down at his legs, and a bold idea flashed through her mind.
It's better for her to sleep on his lap for a while and then continue to massage him She glanced up at him and saw that he was looking intently at the computer screen.
So if she slept for a few minutes, he wouldn't have noticed oshow7 t1706231537: