Chapter 170 - 169: Good Night-III
His hand lightly grasp over her, holding and he brought her closer to him to say, "Tomorrow there will be a new bodyguard who will be protecting you."
"I remember." Li Lian replied recalling that Li Jun Wei had said the word previously which he responded with a nod of his head. "What about San and Ni?"
The two bodyguards may not be the strongest however, Li Lian have gotten used to the two but Li Jun Wei thought other wise which was shown on his face. San and Ni may be good bodyguard and he was sure the two wouldn’t betray Li Lian but what was matter is Li Lian’s safety to him and if the two can’t protect her that would mean they have failed.
"I will assign them to a different work," Li Lian hummed in understanding.
"The new bodyguard is a capable person, she will be able to do even more than two men’s job," Li Jun Wei moved his body and turned his face to adjust his pillow better.
Li Lian didn’t know how to express her gratefulness for his care. She gave him a smile one that to express her happiness, "Thank you."
"All for you. Let’s sleep now." Li Lian nodded to see Li Jun Wei moved his hand to pull the quilt over her shoulder and when he did that he smiled and caress her hand.
The night was gentle to Li Lian’s ears. Her once loud heartbeat soon slowed down to its normal pace, Li Jun Wei who felt her hand grew falling soft from energy opened his eyes to see that Li Lian’s breathing in and out. Her chest puffed up and down and seeing her sleep was truly relaxing like what he had claimed to be. He then pulled his hand from his pillow and moved to caress her face. Catching a few strands of her hair he pushed it to the back of her ears and smiled.
"Good night." he whispered what he forgot to say before taking his rest.
The trees outside the garden rustled at each other when a gust of wind blew over. The moon in the night was hidden by the grayish cloud that it was hard for one to walk at night without a source of light near them. In Tokyo, the night was no different than the dusk of China. The bustling road had died down as the time moved after midnight.
In the crack of down, in a certain house which was build near a forest a man sat on his room that was located in the third floor of the house. Sharp tones of the melody filled the room, each finger taps the key and pulled the string of the piano. It was a soft yet harsh melody that he played with his finger seemed aloof. On the corner of the piano, a golden lamppost lit his room that he preferred to be dark.