NOVPUBChapter 666: 666, soul, perception
Chapter 666: 666, soul, perception
Ever since Gu Youli arrived, Song Qinghuan no longer sat on the steps outside, waiting for Shi Yuhuan.
Of course, it was also because her belly was getting bigger and bigger, and the steps were too low, making it uncomfortable for her to sit.
Song Qinghuan glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o’clock.
Gu Youli said he would meet his friends today, but he hadn’t returned yet.
After watching TV for a while and seeing that it was almost ten o’clock, Song Qinghuan took out her phone and called Gu Youli.
On the phone, Gu Youli said that he was already on his way home and should be back soon. He told her not to wait for him and to go upstairs to bed if she was tired.
After hanging up, Song Qinghuan asked the butler to prepare some late-night snacks to share when Gu Youli returned.
Just then, through the opened French windows, she seemed to hear some noise outside.
Song Qinghuan thought that Gu Youli had returned, so she went to open the door: “Youli, is it you who’s come back?”
There was no one outside, only the lonely silence enveloped in the pitch black night. The air seemed to carry an aroma of alcohol as if it had been blown by the wind.
As a pregnant woman, she couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol, and she unconsciously covered her nose with her hand.
Looking around, she called out softly again: “Youli, Youli, is it you who’s come back? Youli…”
Fearing that Gu Youli had gotten drunk after meeting friends and might fall somewhere outside, Song Qinghuan took a few steps beyond the door, looking around.
Seeing that there really wasn’t anyone, she turned and went back inside the house.
Behind the tall bushes not far away, a tall and upright man was standing. He had held his breath as Song Qinghuan approached the bush, watching the figure he longed for day and night draw closer.
She was close, even closer. He yearned to pull her into his arms, but he had held himself back, shifting to a new position, quietly sidestepping Song Qinghuan.
His eyes were dark, intense, and full of affection, fixed on Song Qinghuan.
But his gaze was somewhat hazy, not as aloof and calm as usual. Judging from the faint smell of alcohol on him, he must have had quite a lot to drink.
Not too much, not too little, just two bottles of liquor.
But because he drank too quickly, the alcohol hit him hard and fast.
“Huanhuan…” Shi Yuhuan stepped forward to the door, softly calling Song Qinghuan’s name.
His voice, corroded by alcohol, was exceptionally hoarse and weak, only audible to himself.
His hot breath seemed to seep through the door, reaching the person inside.
Song Qinghuan was standing behind the door and didn’t leave immediately.
Because she thought she heard Shi Yuhuan call her name. Her heart suddenly sped up, inexplicably, as if sensing something.
She turned around and, through the door, her mind pondered….
Outside at that moment, Shi Yuhuan raised his left hand and gently pressed his fingers against the door: “Be sure to wait for me, wait for me to take you home!”
Inside the house, Song Qinghuan also raised her right hand and placed it on the door.
In exactly the same spot.
Her heart was beating faster and faster. Song Qinghuan raised her other hand, clenching her shirt at her chest.
If what she heard earlier was a hallucination, why could she hear Shi Yuhuan’s voice again right now?
Was Shi Yuhuan outside? Had he come?
But there was no one just now. Then, why could she still strongly sense that he was outside?
The smell of wine in the wind? That couldn’t be Shi Yuhuan.
