The sky was gradually getting brighter, the rain washed the air, and it was refreshing. Demi Moore opened her eyes slightly, not too fond of this sudden light; reason told her it was time to get out of bed.
But she was tired, turned around, closed her eyes again, and wanted to sleep a little more, but she knew there was more work to be done, or else she would have to eat air.
Suddenly she opened her eyes wide, seeming to remember something, quickly looked to the other side of the bed, saw a face close to her, a pair of pale blue eyes staring at her, this was a man she picked it up last night.
The man calmly looked at her; he didn't know when to wake up and didn't know how long he had looked at her; his blue eyes were like a dark lake, immaculate and clear, unlike the eyes of a man. Looking at the woman, it was more like the eyes of a child looking at an elder.
"Older sister." The mature voice carried a slight hoarseness when saying this word made Demi Moore dumbfounded for a moment; what is he calling her, sister?
"Sister, I'm hungry." The man pursed his lips a little; his green eyes condescendingly looked at Demi Moore, and his hands rubbed his stomach, and Demi Moore seemed to hear his stomach growling.
She couldn't help but blink her eyes, sat up, reached out, and placed her hand on the man's forehead, his fever had subsided, but his expression seemed to be...
Lost memory?
She opened her mouth wide, but like before, and she couldn't make a sound.
"Older sister." The man also sat up; half of his body showed off his healthy antique bronze skin, and his face showed signs of a hybrid, extremely handsome, compared to the model on TV, not inferior at all, but now he is a man. She doesn't know either, just instinctively wanting to keep this warm part.
Demi Moore pursed her lips and patted him on the shoulder, but the man seemed to understand something, a little nervously sitting on the bed.
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to change clothes. When she came out, she found that the man's eyes were still following her from the moment she came in, she didn't know what his current IQ was, but Demi Moore had a feeling that he is hugely lacking a sense of security, inevitably added some pain to him.
The man huddled in the rain was, perhaps, just a child.
The child, she caressed her belly, if her child is still there, now it has been more than five months… But in this world, there is no 'if' for her; to lose is to lose.
Demi Moore went into the bathroom again and pulled out the men's clothes she wore last night. It's the best fabric; maybe men need the brains, but being able to wear these clothes is not a beggar.
The rain damaged his shoes, and he could not walk any more; she took her clothes to go out, put them on the bed, then pointed at the clothes, smiling, not knowing if he understood.
Nor did she forget; she is now a mute, one who cannot speak.
The man needs clarification; although there are still the clothes he is familiar with, it has been washed very cleanly. He reached out and touched it; his fingers were extremely long, his joints were precise, and he felt like an artist; this thing was so soft, not like his stuff.
He suddenly raised his head. "You want me to wear this?" He asked, not knowing why this gentle and beautiful girl didn't say a word to him.
Demi Moore nodded once and turned around; this is called a startling habit; yesterday, he watched her, but it was because of reluctance. Although his behavior and language are like that of a child, he is still a man.
The man tilted his head a little but, in the end, quickly dressed; after finishing the last button, he sat still on the bed like a good child waiting for Demi Moore's praise.
"Sister, I'm done." The mature voice carries magnetism, but the language is incredibly innocent.
Sure enough, he was a bit stupid.
Demi Moore looked at him. He was just a child waiting for the praise of adults; she couldn't help but laugh.
"Good." After she finished speaking, she patted his head lightly, seemingly really considering this tall, 30-year-old man as a child.
"Ha ha, I hear you; you're saying I'm good," the man seems to have a strong sense of accomplishment; he can see Demi Moore's mouth, although she doesn't say it out loud. But he could hear and understand.
She's saying he's perfect.
Demi Moore nodded again.
He was pleased when the man saw Demi Moore nod as if he had just eaten a sugar block. He grabbed a bit of his hair; it seemed out of habit; his fingers were articulated and looked very beautiful; this is how Demi Moore noticed, so last night, she was not mistaken; his hair was not the color black, which is almost tanned yellow.
A foreigner, no, is a mixed-race person; although he looks a bit Western-oriented, the five-sensory curve is perfect, but he still can see the silhouette of the Easterner.
"Sister, what are you looking at? I'm hungry." The man let go of his hand and placed it on his stomach; even when he finished speaking, his stomach still coordinated to make a sound.
He smiled shyly, with some innocent shyness; Demi Moore nodded and went into the kitchen. Her kitchen is tiny, but it is also very complete; just because she is too busy, she rarely uses it. Usually, she makes random dishes; she is not picky, just full; even if there is Too much work, she will only eat a packet of noodles.
The translation work is challenging, especially for her now, this part is already the only thing that helps her earn money, but she has to complete the translation before receiving the documents, and only that way makes money.
She is quickly made a pot of porridge, taking it out to find out, the man, who even himself doesn't know, looking around curiously at her house, sometimes nodding his head, blue eyes transparent tears, like the eyes of a child, extremely clean.
She sighed; she could already confirm that this man's mind was not ordinary; her heart was numb; such a beautiful man was a pity.
"Older sister." The man saw her, immediately went down, looked forward to the food in Demi Moore's hand, and swallowed a little; he had not eaten anything in days. Everyone saw him but ignored him, and he didn't actively reach out to others; people like him did the same, only him; he didn't know why; he didn't want to, even though Even if he died of hunger, he would not beg for food from others.
He is not like them.
But he was also starving.
He watched Demi Moore put food at the only table in the house; she took out two bowls, giving the larger one to him, and she ate the small bowl. Usually, she doesn't eat much; just a little is enough; besides, it seems he is starving.
Demi Moore looked at him; her black eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes hinted at a new smile; maybe this was the first time she's smiled since that day. The natural man obediently stood in the distance, still seemingly in a hurry; she reached out and waved at him.
At this time, the man happily sat opposite her, looking at the large bowl before him, but did not move his chopsticks. Demi Moore smiled slightly, put her chopsticks in his hand, pointed to the bowl, then nodded once.
The man looked at her and seemed to have understood; he lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and ate each big piece; it appeared he was starving, so he ate very quickly. But Demi Moore unexpectedly discovered his movements quickly brought some elegant parts, and his sitting posture was also severe.
Demi Moore had just started eating and saw that the man's bowl was twice as big as hers, but it was cleaned very quickly.
Because he last ate a long time ago, he wants to eat a lot, although it was a lot just now, he only ate six servings. He looked over at Demi Moore, his eyes full of longing for food, but he didn't dare say anything.
Demi Moore put down the bowl, looked at the man looking at her with wide eyes, and looked at his bowl again; her lips were slightly pursed; she stood up and brought all the porridge in her bowl to the man. The man stared at her movements; like a lake, his blue eyes suddenly turned dark; when she was half-leveled, he stopped.
She raised her head and said: "No need, sister, I'm not hungry; you eat." He took his bowl and turned around; his eyes seemed to soften.
Demi Moore's fingers were slightly clenched, finally smiling and continuing to eat. He also understands that very well, and she will not regret returning him.
After eating, Demi Moore cleaned up the dishes. Yesterday, she had a lot of unfinished business; she had to finish before she could receive money; this was her only source of income. After that, she will buy him some clothes; he is still wearing yesterday's clothes. Moreover, he has to go barefoot. She will let him stay in this place, even though her house is not big, but she is also penniless, and if there is one more person, she doesn't know how to manage.