Move in and Live With Me

6

Oliver was really a moody person. He chained me again that night and confiscated my mobile phone so that I could not send messages again.

At night, he slept with me. His long and fair-skinned fingers gently circled my hair, and his warm breath was next to my ears.

I was not used to such closeness, but as soon as I moved slightly, Oliver would whisper in my ear, "Fiona, don't move."

I could stand it once or twice.

But I couldn't bear it anymore when he was still so energetic until three o'clock in the morning. Helpless, I rubbed my hair and sat up suddenly. Then I turned on the bed light, staring at him and saying, "I can't sleep. I want to play games."

Oliver nodded and said, "Okay, I'll play with you."

"Then give me my phone."

"No." Oliver squinted and smiled, saying, "Fiona, I'll get you a phone without a SIM card."

"Oliver, don't you think you went too far?" I looked at him angrily. "Why can't I mention Timothy? Don't you know Timothée Chalamet? He is my favorite actor. Do you understand?"

Oliver looked at me with a faint smile.

Then he covered my palm slowly with his. I could see my reflection in his amber eyes.

In fact, Oliver was slim. He had a light waist and long and slender fingers. When he sat in front of me quietly like this, the soft light made him look confusingly fragile and docile.

I had to admit that I was attracted by his appearance.

So I sighed and waved my hand, saying, "Forget it. Can you watch a movie with me?"

Oliver nodded and pressed something at the head of the bed. Suddenly, a huge projection screen appeared on the wall in front of us, and then the voice of the robot sounded, "Hello, this is Robot Fifi. Please name the film, such as The Shawshank Redemption."

It suddenly occurred to me that I often watched movies with Oliver in middle school. Of course, we didn't use the mobile phone but an available projector in the classroom before we had self-study.

I hated math the most, so I almost skipped the two math classes every Wednesday afternoon and dragged Oliver to the equipment room to watch a movie.

Oliver was the most favorable student to the math teacher. He had won prizes in the math competitions, so after being caught, he stood up and took the fall for me.

"I have learned all the contents of this semester and felt bored, so I forced Fiona to watch a movie with me and promised to help her with her studies."

However, I didn't change after that. Two weeks later, before the evening self-study, I secretly used the projector in the classroom to play The Grudge.

When the students in the classroom were frightened and screamed, the Director of Students' Affairs rushed to the door of our classroom and caught me laughing happily.

Anyway, my mother was asked to come to the school that night.

I couldn't remember what the movie was about. All I could remember was that I leaned on a soft mattress, smelling the faint fragrance of citrus, and gradually fell asleep, unable to tell memory from reality.

Because of my busy work, I hadn't slept so peacefully and soundly for a long time.

When I woke up the next day, I saw the broad daylight. The sunshine shone through the glass where half of the curtains were opened.

I was lying on the bed with my limbs spread out. There were dry saliva marks at the corner of my mouth, and one of my legs was resting on Oliver's legs. His body felt warm.

How could I sleep so soundly?

I quietly retracted my leg and put my body in a normal position. As soon as I looked up, I saw that Oliver had woken up and was staring at me with affectionate eyes.

Most of the time, his eyes were full of affection but not aggressive. So it was not offensive.

"I usually sleep quietly, not like this," I tried to explain. "I slept too well last night."

Oliver chuckled and asked, "Do you usually snore?"

I froze and asked, "Did I snore?"

"It was pretty loud."

Hearing a handsome guy who said yesterday that he liked me tell me honestly that I snored last night was really the most humiliating thing in my life.

"Oliver." I raised my hand and shook the chain, pretending to be calm. "Untie it for me. I'm going to wash up."

There was a large mirror in the bathroom. When I stood in front of it, I saw my appearance clearly.

I was wearing yellow pajamas with long and curly hair. Although my skin was fair, the dark circles around my eyes caused by staying up late were even more obvious.

I was not a slender girl. I was nearly 5.5 feet tall and weighed just 132 pounds.

Fortunately, because I worked out regularly, I had muscles that made me look quite light.

I was deeply impressed by Oliver's ability to carry me all the way back when I was drunk.

I just couldn't figure out why he would like me.

Back in high school, Oliver liked Helen, an art student from the next class. After returning home, he met me only a few times, and our relationship was made awkward by me.

It was hard to understand.

After lunch, Oliver suddenly went downstairs. When he came back, he picked up a package. It was the diamond bracelet he ordered yesterday.

Oliver put the bracelet on my wrist and rested my hand on his arm. Then he looked at it carefully and whispered, "It looks good."

My wrists were not thin, and my lower arms had muscles, so the bracelet on me didn't look as good as it was on the more slender wrists.

But thinking about what happened in kindergarten, I knew Oliver was always good at talking nonsense, so I didn't argue with him about such details.

Besides, I had more important things to say.

I pulled out my wrist with the bracelet and hid it behind me. My eyes swept over the large handful of Eustoma and white roses in a glass vase. Then I looked back at Oliver's face with tenderness and nostalgia.

Oliver probably hadn't seen me use this trick and looked at me blankly.

"Oliver, do you remember that you gave me a bracelet on my fourteenth birthday?" I asked softly.

"At that time, I was obsessed with bracelets made of beads. But I couldn't make one anyway. No one could teach me. But you were ingenious. On my birthday, you gave me a perfectly beautiful handmade carnelian bracelet. I really liked it, so I kept wearing it since then.

"After you went abroad, I still had it after I went to college. Then I wore it in my rental house in Connellsville for three years. When I held it in my hand, I felt as if you were with me. If I hadn't seen it for a day, I would have been unable to eat and sleep well."

The more I said, the more sentimental I became. But as I looked up, I saw Oliver standing in front of me with a faint smile on his face.

He got closer and looked at me seriously, whispering, "Fiona, what are you trying to say?"

"I... I want to go back and bring my bracelet so that I could sleep with it."

Oliver suddenly stood up straight, picked up the car key on the table, and smiled slightly, saying, "I'll go get it for you."

I grabbed his arm, raised my head, and looked at him with a flattering smile. "No, no. I'll go with you. I want to pack up more things and come back so that we can live together."

I did it on purpose.

Even though I didn't stay with Oliver every day and night, I had known him for twenty years. I knew how sensitive he was. I also knew that he would be softhearted when I deliberately acted coquettish.

Hearing what I said, Oliver was moved.

Then he took my hand and led me out of the room where I had been imprisoned for two days.

7(a)

The decoration style outside the bedroom was really solemn. Among the colors filled with black, white, and gray, only a ceramic jar on the coffee table was colorful.

I was stunned.

I bought this jar.

At that time, Oliver and I went to visit an art exhibition and bought it in the souvenir area. It occurred to me that I didn't have such a big place for storing this big jar in my small rental room, so I gave it to Oliver.

Noticing that I was watching it, Oliver smiled and said, "Fiona, this is the first gift you gave me after I returned home."

After a pause, he added, "But I like it very much."

It sounded so sad. I was trapped in his fragile and sad eyes, feeling that I was a jerk. Without thinking about it, I said, "I will prepare you a beautiful gift next month for your birthday."

Oliver suddenly stopped and turned to look at me. His eyes lit up in an instant, like stars. "Fiona, do you remember my birthday?"

"Yeah... I remember that you will be twenty-six on the seventh day of next month."

Oliver's obvious joy made me really hate to tell the truth. I edited the contacts of all my close friends with their names and birthdays, so every time I clicked the chatting interface with Oliver, I could see his birthday.

But it was obvious that if I told him the truth, I wouldn't be able to go to the apartment and pack my things.

So I could only show a kind smile when Oliver looked at me with his shining eyes. Then I followed him downstairs in the elevator and got into the silver Maserati.

The apartment I rented was in Shadow Wend, far away from Noble Canyon where Oliver lived.

When Oliver's brand-new and shiny car entered the shabby community gate, I suddenly felt everything was so absurd.

"Wait for me downstairs."

The car stopped under the parasol tree at the corner of the community, and it could no longer enter the narrow path inside.

I pushed open the door and said to Oliver, "This place is a little messy. Don't go in. I'll take the things and come down."

Oliver gave me my phone and keys, then sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and stared at me.

Oliver was wearing a white shirt with delicate dark lines. Every wrinkle was properly ironed, and the cuffs were slightly rolled up to reveal his beautiful prominent carpal bones.

Upward were scars on his skin. The old and new ones were exposed a little at the cuff.

Oliver lowered his eyes slightly as if he had noticed that I was looking at him. Then he put down the rolled-up cuffs and pushed open the door, saying, "I'm going with you."

To save money, I lived on the top floor. This was an old community without elevators built in the last century. Although the appearance was shabby, it had been renovated by an estate agency.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw mountains of cartons and garbage in the living room.

I instantly got furious. Without thinking twice, I turned around to knock on the door of the bedroom on my left.

After knocking for a long time, the girl who lived in that room finally opened the door and stared at me, saying impatiently, "It's daytime. What are you doing?"

I looked at her expressionlessly and said, "Can you take your parcel boxed and garbage to your bedroom?"

"What's the matter with you?" She rolled her eyes and said. "This is a shared apartment, and the living room is a public space."

The girl was an influencer, and she received dozens of express packages every week. The unpacked packages were piled up in the living room. If I hadn't urged her to clean them up frequently, there would have been almost no place for me to stand.

The problem was that the monthly cleaning fee charged by the agency was shared equally by everyone.

I was so angry that I laughed and looked at her. "Okay, then you'll pay the cleaning fee alone next month when the agency comes to collect it."