她心沉了幾分，推門進去，刻意沒把門帶上。
男人面朝落地窗坐在椅子上，手裡捧著一本雜誌，身上手工定製的昂貴西裝剪裁得體，給這個雪白的冬天添了一抹精緻的灰。
即便坐著，也能看出他雙腿修長，骨節分明的手指時不時翻動著書頁，完美得如精心鍛造出的五官在光線的投影下顯得有些不真實。
穆霆琛，他終究是回來了。
「再過半個月，你就十八了吧？」
他漫不經心的語調，在她心裡砸出了深深凹陷的坑洞。
沒等到她的回應，他隨手將雜誌扔在一旁的茶几上，側過臉看著她，深邃的瞳孔裡泛起了絲絲寒意。
溫言本能的往後退了兩步，果然……他的溫柔可以給這世間萬物，唯獨不會給她！
「是……」她害怕如受驚的小鹿，蒼白的臉上沒有一絲血色。
穆霆琛起身走向她，每一步的逼近，都讓她恐懼的後退。
退到門邊，溫言險些被半開的門絆倒，他疾步上前，手從她耳畔掠過關上了門，將她困在了他的身體與門之間。
「怕我？」他嗓音帶著一絲戲謔，還有……恨。
溫言不敢抬頭看他，他比她高了許多，如此近的距離，她視線平行只能看見他胸口的位置。
Her heart sank a few minutes, push the door to enter, deliberately did not take the door. A man is sitting on a chair facing the floor to ceiling window, holding a magazine in his hand. His expensive suit is tailored appropriately, which adds a touch of delicate grey to the white winter. Even if he sat, he could see that his legs were long and his knuckled fingers were turning the pages from time to time, so perfect that his carefully forged facial features were not real under the projection of light. Mo Tingchen, he is back after all. In half a month, you'll be 18, right His careless tone of voice made a deep hole in her heart. He didn't wait for her response. He threw the magazine aside on the coffee table and looked at her. There was a chill in his deep pupils. Wen Yan instinctively stepped back two steps, as expected His gentleness can give everything in the world, but not to her! "Yes..." She was scared like a frightened fawn, with no trace of blood on her pale face. Mo Tingchen got up and walked to her. Every step of approaching made her back in fear. He retreated to the door, and Wen Yan almost tripped over the half open door. He hurried forward and closed the door with his hand by her ear, trapping her between his body and the door. "Afraid of me?" He had a little bit of banter in his voice and Hate. Wen Yan dare not look up at him. He is much higher than her. At such a close distance, she can only see the position of his chest in parallel.