林静雅步伐沉稳,追随着自己心中的目标。她的声音低沉且冷冽,带着一无法抗拒的威慑:Answer my question. You carry a strong st—it's his st. His name is Lin Moxuan, you must know him.
他的语气平静,表面上如风平浪静,然而那不自觉的细微颤动却卖了他心的波动。
冬季的寒风撕扯着夜的寂静,洗手间外的走廊狭窄,昏黄的灯光投在冰冷的瓷砖上,映微弱的光。
男人叹了一气,中些许无奈,他伸手轻轻挲着鼻梁,似乎在思考该如何应对前的局面。Miss, I really don't know who Lin Moxuan is.(女士,我真不知你说的林墨轩是谁)
林静雅的目光愈加冷冽空气中张的氛围像是逐渐膨胀的气球,随时可能爆裂。
他低,似乎是在控制自己绪,嘴里低声嘀咕几句,音量极低,似乎在咒骂某人。那一瞬间,脸上浮现一无奈的苦涩:
Stop pretending here. You definitely know him. Anyone who has been in tact with him will carry a distinct st. You 't deceive me.
Miss, I really don't know what you're talking about.
:杰克被逮住了(=^▽^=)
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她没有后退,反而上前一步,靠得近了些,近到几乎能够受到男人呼的起伏:
(别在这里装蒜。你一定认识他,和他接过的人,上会有他的气味。你骗不了我。)
问,脸上的神却多了一分局促。
(小,我真不知你在说什么。)
“Miss, please calm down. I think you might have mistaken me for someone else.”(女士,请冷静。我想您可能认错人了。)
男人的微微僵,像是遭遇了突如其来的雷击,笑容悄然在嘴角消散。
(回答我的问题。你上有一重的气味——那是他的味。他叫林墨轩,你一定认识他。)