Has the thousand-year-old iron tree blossomed?

She sat sideways on the sofa, closed her eyes, leaned on the back of the sofa, and held a pillow in her arms, with a little tiredness on her face.

Kartik Khurana closed the door lightly, put on his slippers and entered the house. He frowned when he saw her feet wearing only socks.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the assistant's number. After only two seconds, he hung up again and sent a message instead, asking the assistant to prepare a pair of women's slippers.

Assistant: [Mr. Khurana, are you sure you want ladies slippers? ]

Kartik Khurana: [Can't read? ]

Assistant: [Okay, what is the size number? ]

Kartik Khurana's eyes turned to sameera's feet on the floor...

Her feet are so small, probably only as long as his palm.

Kartik Khurana pressed two numbers on the screen of his mobile phone: [36]

After getting the code, the assistant stared at the screen on the other end of the phone and fell into deep thought: Has the thousand-year-old iron tree blossomed?

After Kartik Khurana finished sending, he put away his phone and looked back at Sameera.

She was dressed very simply. The weather in September had begun to cool down, but she only had a T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and her socks were quite clean. There were no fancy stripes or cute patterns on them.

Sure enough, she is still a little girl and has no taste at all, Kartik Khurana thought.

Fortunately, she is prettier than ordinary girls, so this outfit does not look so ordinary.

He sat on the other side of the sofa, the seat farthest away from her, took out his phone and processed emails, waiting for her to wake up.

However, Sameera never sleeps long, especially if she takes naps during the day.

Kartik Khurana finished processing the first email and just sent the message to his assistant asking him to check the time of the supplier's appointment when Sameera woke up.

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Kartik Khurana sitting on the other end of the sofa. She was startled, sat up quickly and scratched her hair.

"I, I've been a little..."

"Didn't you get a good rest?" Kartik Khurana put away his phone and turned to glance at Sameera.

She had just woken up, and her eyes were still a little sleepy. There was light outside the floor-to-ceiling window shining into the side of her face, which was not shining. Her hair was black and shiny in the sun, scattered on her shoulders, giving her a somewhat clear and clean temperament.

"Well, I just squinted for a while, and now I'm much better. After sleeping for a while, I was afraid of insomnia at night!" Sameera saw Kartik Khurana's eyes falling on her hair, and scratched her hair uncomfortably, "A few days ago I didn't finish my work, so I didn't come here until today. I've seen all the rooms in this house except the bedrooms. Can you tell me which one is yours?"

After Sameera finished speaking, he felt a little awkward and almost bit his tongue to wake up and avoid talking nonsense.

She wanted to say something to make up for it, but it seemed to get darker and darker, so she simply smacked her lips and said nothing.

Kartik Khurana raised his thick eyebrows and glanced upstairs.

She shouldn't know his finances yet?

Are you so anxious and want to live in the same bedroom because it is legal to obtain the permit?

But even though he agreed to get the certificate, she wouldn't get into his bed that easily until she passed his test.

Kartik Khurana stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was no gentler than before, with a bit of coldness: "Except for the master bedroom at the end, you can live in any room you want."

Sameera clenched her teeth. Did this guy really misunderstand that she wanted to share a bedroom with him?

If she explained this now, would it seem like she was trying to hide it?

Forget it, I won't explain it anymore, just follow what he said.

Anyway, it suits her perfectly.

She also stood up and rubbed her hands: "Well, it's okay if we don't live together. I'll choose a room by myself later. I'm just looking for a place today. I'll pack my luggage later and I'll live here again."

Sameera didn't want to be polite. Now that he had received the certificate, no matter how uncomfortable or uncomfortable he was, living here was much better than living in a training center.

She is not afraid of hardship, but if she can live a better life, she can live a better life. There is nothing wrong with that.

There is no need to pretend to be noble and ask for trouble.

"Okay, there is something we need to do together." Kartik Khurana took a long step, walked to Sameera, and looked down at her.