He lit a cigarette and opened his eyes. Indeed, his body was satisfied, but somehow his heart began to feel nothing. Bowing his head, he looked at the girl in his heart who was closing her eyes; he forced her to no strength; if it were before, he would have been arrogant because of his ability, but now even he still doesn't care.
It looks like something is slowly changing.
Seeing her like that, why did his heart begin to feel empty?
Slightly smirking, he glanced around the room. The previous soft colors were wholly changed to bold colors, which were highly eye-catching but hurt his eyes. Everything was no longer elegant; he finally found no memory of the past.
What did this room look like in the old days? How long has he yet to see it? Now looking at this strange color, he even doubts whether he likes it.
In the hazy, the man's five senses became stiffer; his eyes were infected with a cold that made him feel confused and confused.
In my heart, it suddenly became empty...
In the afternoon, the golden sunlight spread; Demi Moore's inn, although tiny, has a window facing the west, which can see the sunset.
Twisting his belt a bit, Ace reached out and touched the empty table.
"It's over." He curled up the corner of his lips; ah, done; I'm done. But his neck hurt, just doing something like that; I don't know how much Demi hurts.
He turned; Demi Moore was still sleeping; maybe she was too tired… Ace stared at her face, put his hand on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes. A hazy circle of light rested on him, seeming to add a layer of warmth to him.
Demi Moore slowly woke up; she didn't know how long she slept; she just felt like a long time. She rubbed her eyes and felt a little tired; she hadn't slept a whole night's sleep for a long time. She sat up and saw Ace sitting not far away, looking at her intently; in his green eyes was a clean and soft piece; she saw her wake up and waved her hand.
"Demi, welcome back." His voice is charming to listen to, and she can also tell he is in a good mood right now. Although he was exhausted, he felt a great sense of accomplishment. He will help her later; she doesn't have to work so hard.
Demi Moore slightly arched her eyes; her lips meant a calm, beautiful smile. Still such an innocent child, Ace only sleeps far from home.
"Demi, my shoulder hurts." He stood up, walked over to the bed, sat down, pointed at his shoulder, and began to cry.
Demi Moore smiled softly, reaching out to gently rub his shoulder. His figure is stunning, perhaps because he has to live for a long time, he is a little thin, and his skin color is also a bit pale. But over the past few days of treatment, his body has improved significantly, not counting his mind being a bit stupid; he is a highly healthy baby.
Ace smiled; his handsome face was like a warm sun descending, dispelling some of the colds of early winter.
"Demi, look at this." Ace narrowed his eyes, pointing out that the table was empty. He was immensely enjoying the strength on his shoulders, not muscular, but making him highly comfortable.
"Is it done already?" Demi Moore was a little surprised to stop the movement in her hand; that document, at least, she has to do until tomorrow morning! Ace can do it so fast; in addition to translating this job, you still need to type, and you also have to think about words. Do you kind without thinking?
That's too fast.
Looking at Demi Moore's mouth, he knew what she said just now, arrogantly lifting her chin: "Yes, it's over." He noted proudly; his eyes were adorable puppies waiting for his owner's encouragement.
"Tell me, Demi, am I mighty?" He hugged Demi Moore to his chest; he didn't mean anything; he just considered her a hug pillow, but it was much more comfortable than a hug pillow.
Moreover, he can also put his chin on her head, which feels quite good.
"Ace is so powerful; you can do it faster than me." Demi Moore cheered cheerfully, gently writing words into his hand. Movements like this she often did without thinking much; after all, he was just a big baby. Moreover, he always carried a kind of warm feeling on his body. Start getting her in the habit; start making her like.
Having a bracelet is for her, even if it's not a man's, even if it's a child who can't grow up, but still, she treasures it very much.
"Ah..." Ace smiled; he was encouraged, just like the kid who got the sugar cube. He hugged Demi Moore a little tighter, his shoulder still aching, but he was pleased seeing the empty table. If there are documents on it, Demi won't be able to sleep tonight.
Demi Moore got out of bed, changing to sleeping, Ace. Sitting for so long made him very tired, and as soon as he got on the bed, he fell asleep, but his hand still held her tiny hand.
Demi Moore gently patted Ace's back as if comforting a baby, then pulled the blanket carefully over him. The bed she slept in was large, but it still seemed small for him to sleep in.
It wasn't until Ace was asleep that she pulled her hand out, went to the computer, sat down, and started looking at Ace's translated document. She read as fast as the wind; the more she watched, the more amazed she became. He is a genius, his speed is too fast, and he doesn't even make a mistake.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings right now. Ace... Turning around, the man's face has a precise angle; under the dim light of the lamp, it appears even more beautiful.
She believes that he will be a mighty man if he has a total memory. But, right now, he has nothing.
She wanted him to remember everything a little faster to find his life again. Right now, he doesn't know anything; it makes her sad. But, if he returned to being the person he was before, would he leave her alone, living alone like that?
Shaking her head, compared to loneliness, she still hoped that Ace could remember her life, even if it didn't exist.
Watching Ace was fast asleep, on his handsome face was a piece of innocent emotion, suddenly her face was a little red, that kiss, it was really...
Of course, she understood what Ace was thinking.
Now Ace is like a sponge, trying to absorb everything around. Moreover, his ability to learn is so fast; he can do it with just one glance.
It's just that he's about to scare her to death! In the future, taking such extreme actions is not very advisable. Otherwise, her heart will not be able to bear it, and sometimes even threaten to cause illness.
Smiling softly, she shook her head, looking at the neatly folded documents on the other side. It's thick, this is her two-day business, so tomorrow she can change a lot of money.
A faint, intoxicating ray of light penetrated through the window, which was already dark.
She rubbed her shoulder and went to the kitchen; when he woke up, he would be hungry; she had to prepare some new dishes. Ace has done all her work so she can rest well today too.
Ace didn't wake up until late at night, just like she thought, he just woke up complaining of hunger, simple food, it's easy to understand what he's thinking, but now she can't talk, for so their current life can be said to be dependent on each other.
Another day passed, and Demi Moore put down the pen in her hand, looking at the line she had just finished writing. With a sigh of relief, the man, no, must have been the big child, still sleeping, has made him work hard these days.
Every night he wanted to win the computer with her, of course, because he wanted to help her translate documents, so in the end, it was always him half, her half. She received more and more copies, and the money exchanged was also increasing.
She turned around, hugging a much thicker document than usual, and went out to the door of a small company; this is where she received her daily work.
Lifting her head, she saw very few people left in the morning except those who had to be on duty; most of them were probably like Ace; they must be dreaming. A faint light appeared far away on the horizon; the sun had not yet risen.
Going into the company, a girl saw her and smiled brightly, obviously familiar.
"Demi, you've been working fast lately. Moreover, translating some specialized words is also very deep; even our boss is delighted." The girl felt extremely high; recently, thanks to these brochures, even she has been praised more. Their company was originally a translation business; Demi Moore, although not a professional interpreter, is competent and has a good personality, and they have also offered to do it several times. She works here, but she always refuses.
Demi Moore nodded slightly, passing the documents to the girl. Looking at that thick document, she had a gentle, charming, soft smile; it really made people feel at ease.