You Are The Apple of My Eyes

It was not far from the car to the house. It was raining heavily, and half of Sampson's body was still wet.

"Sampson, Sound, is that you?" Amya's voice came from the vestibule. Sound answered happily. When Amya came out, she saw Sampson who was drenched in the rain. She frowned and walked over, "Sampson, why are you drenched? Go upstairs and take a hot shower and change your clothes. I'll boil some ginger water to keep you warm. Sound, what about you? Are you drenched?"

Sound turned to look at Sampson. Sure enough, Sampson's shoulders were wet. Before she could say anything, Sampson explained, "My shoulders are wide."

Sound paused and answered, "All right."

She took a serious look at his shoulders and found that it was truth.

Maybe the wind in the rain was too cold, so Sound got a more severe cold now. She sneezed three times, which frightened Amya.

Amya pushed her upstairs and said, "Sound, take a bath and change your clothes. You coughed and had to take medicine."

Listening to Amya's nagging, Sound just said in a naughty voice, "Sure! By the way, I have medicine in my schoolbag. I can take it myself later."

Sound and Sampson went upstairs together. Quickly they got to the door of Sampson's room. Sampson stopped and called Sound when she passed by him. "Sound..." Sampson wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought.

Sound looked at him and didn't say anything. But it was clear that she wanted Sampson not to waste the time and say everything he wanted.

After thinking for a while, Sampson asked seriously, "Can you add me again?"

"What?" As soon as Sound finished asking, it occurred to her that she had unfriended Sampson.

Now that they had broken up with each other, why should she add him again?

Clearly, it was him who had said he didn't know her.

Sound smiled and said, "No way."

Sampson's eyes darkened. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Sound interrupted, "We are no longer friends. Please don't talk to me." Then she turned around and left.

Sampson was stiffened at the spot.

What?

No longer friends?

When did they break up with each other?

He just said that he didn't want others to know their relationship at school, but he didn't say that they were no longer friends!

By the time Sampson came to his senses, Sound had already entered her room and shut the door.

Half an hour later, Sound ran downstairs in a thin loose white sweater, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of slippers.

Her long hair was disheveled, still somewhat wet. Drops of water were dripping from the tip of her hair.

Not only Sampson frowned, but also Amya said, "Why don't you dry your hair? It's raining outside. You'll get sick."

Sound touched her wet hair and answered, "I don't know how to dry my hair."

It suddenly occurred to Amya that Sound was the apple of everyone's eye in the Shi family. She had been served by countless servants since she was a child. So, she never dried her hair by herself.

Amya was the only maid in the Ye family. She wiped her hands with her apron and said, "Let me do it for you."

"Amya," Sampson paused for a moment and continued, "Let me do it. You can continue to cook. It's a little late. We have to go to the evening class then."

"Well..." Amya hesitated for a moment. After all, Sampson was also the noble young master in the Ye family. How could he serve someone else?

Sampson knew what was on Amya's mind, and he said, "Amya, I'm hungry."

Amya and Jamir had been working in the Ye family for seven or eight years. They had always been very nice to Sampson. Whenever Sampson said he was hungry or cold, they would hurry to serve him. As expected, Amya said without hesitation, "Then Sampson, help dry her hair then. I'll continue after dinner."

"Okay." Sampson went to get the hair dryer.

At that moment, Sound popped out curiously. Seeing that Sampson was walking towards the balcony, she stood up and said, "I don't want you to help me dry my hair. You can show me. I'll do it myself." Sampson pretended not to hear her and turned to look at her. "Come here."

Sound pouted and muttered, "All right, but you can't scare me."

Then Sound walked over with her head held high.

Sampson signaled her to sit down on the chair. Sound sat casually and raised her chin. "Even if you dry my hair, I won't add you again. We are done."

"I didn't mean it." Sampson turned on the hair dryer.

There was a buzzing sound in Sound's ears, and the warm wind blew over her scalp. In front of her was the pouring rain, mixed with the crisp sound of rain dripping on leaves and grass, which was very pleasant to hear.

Sound relaxed her body, listening carefully to the sound of nature and the buzzing of hair dryer.

As she closed her eyes, Sound was more sensible to the hand in her hair. In the warm wind above her head, a hand gently pulled up her hair, and the fingertips occasionally touched her scalp. It was comfortable... And itching...

Seeing her cozy look, Sampson smiled but also felt somewhat helpless.

Sound was happy, but Sampson was very anxious.

When Sound's hair was half dry, Sampson stopped his move. He gently combed Sound's black hair with his fingers. The hair was soft and a little warm.

Sampson explained, "I didn't say we're done with each other, but we can't let others know we know each other at school. We are friends at home."

Sampson said in a low and mellow sound. Hearing it, Sound suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"What do you mean?"

Sound raised her head, revealing her fair and beautiful neck. When Sampson looked at her, he felt Sound was pretty and charming. He was stunned, and his eyes flashed.

"We are not done with each other. We can't talk to each other at school, but we can do it at home." Sampson gave a brief summary.

Sound finally understood. Did Sampson think that she would make him ashamed at school?

"Humph!" Sound stood up angrily, reached out her hand and pushed him away. She snapped fiercely, "Get out of my way. We are done. We are completely done." Sampson didn't know why he made Sound angry again. Clearly, he had already explained.

He put down the hair dryer and ran after Sound anxiously. "Sound..."

"Get away!" Sound suddenly turned around and glared at Sampson.

Sampson immediately shut up and stood straight like a child who had done something wrong, with a trace of grievance in his eyes.

He looked so pitiful.

If Reid saw the grievance on Sampson's face now, he would doubt whether it was Sampson.

Sound felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, but she didn't forgive him. 'I should be the one who feels aggrieved. Why does he put on this long face?'

Sound turned around angrily and sat down on the sofa.

When Amya came out of the kitchen, she felt the vibe between Sampson and Sound was somewhat strange. Sampson stood far away, and Sound sat with a cold face, which was like the scene after Amya quarreled with her husband.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐