Leng Xiao's troubled little lover

Zhan Muchen's eyes flickered, and suddenly he turned around and took out something from the drawer, spread it in his palm and showed it in her sight: "Is it this?"

Yuxi opened a pair of surprised eyes, staring at the bracelet in his palm, stood up unconsciously, walked to him, picked up the bracelet and studied it carefully.

But in the end, she shook her head: "It's very similar, but it's still a little different. It looks like an improved version of my bracelet. However, this bracelet must have been made by Kaixin, and I know her design."

She handed the bracelet back to Zhan Muchen, with a puzzled look on her face: "Why do you have something designed by her? Do you know her?"

Zhan Muchen didn't answer her question, but just took her hand and easily slipped the bracelet into her slender wrist.

Looking at the bracelet on her wrist, he was absent-minded for a few seconds, as if this bracelet was meant to be worn on her wrist, it looked so pleasing to the eye, even as a matter of course, as if it had been on her wrist before superior.

Perhaps, it once really belonged to her.

Yuxi didn't understand what he meant, and didn't dare to ask, seeing that he was just looking at her wrist with deep eyes, not knowing what she was thinking about, she unconsciously withdrew her little hand from him, it was rare that he didn't stop him this time.

She was sure it belonged to Kaixin, and since she couldn't get an answer from him, she could only wait for a chance to escape in the future before asking Kaixin what was going on, and now, she only hoped to get along with him. All is well.

"I...can I go back to sleep?" Meeting his complicated gaze, she said timidly, "I'm so tired, I really want to rest."

He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief, and walked briskly towards the door as if she had been pardoned.

"Don't you want to sleep? Where do you want to go?" Zhan Muchen's deep voice sounded from behind.

She was startled, and hurriedly turned to look at him: "I... I'll go back to my room to sleep..."

"This is your room." He sat down at the desk and opened his notebook. "From now on, you can only sleep on my bed."

Although she had already thought that there would be such a result, when the words came out of his mouth, she still felt a little stuffy and uncomfortable in her ears, but the unwillingness was only fleeting.

She has always been a person who knows how to measure. Although she is not very old, she has already learned to bully the good and fear the evil, and accept it when necessary.

Looking at his meticulous back for a while, seeing that he seemed to be doing things seriously, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly to the bed, and climbed onto the bed.

It wasn't the first time she slept on this bed, but it was the first time she took the initiative to climb onto it. Her heart was cold, with indescribable despair and sorrow.From then on, she really became his exclusive bed warming tool.

With such a sad thought, she rolled on the bed twice and gradually fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, her watery pupils and eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a strange itching between her neck and neck, as if a puppy was licking and kissing her sensitive neck and earlobes.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand and held his neck: "Uncle Mu Chen, don't go, don't leave me, don't..."

The will to forbearance was destroyed, and the enthusiasm exploded in an instant...

As if a century had passed, she was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep on the soft quilt. Untiring, he still clasped her chin and gently brushed her face: "Why did you forget me? Girl, tell me Why on earth am I?"

She twisted her body uneasily, even in her sleep, she was still frightened by his enthusiasm mixed with cold breath, "Don't, don't leave..."

His eyes flickered, and the strength of his fingertips eased a little, but he still didn't let go of her face: "Who wants to leave?"

"Mu Chen...Uncle..." She opened her mouth, she didn't know whether it was to answer his question or to breathe fresh air, her consciousness seemed to have returned a little bit, but her eyelids were extremely heavy, and she couldn't open them no matter what.

As if dreaming of something, she suddenly groped in the air with her small hands, and when she touched his arm, she clung to him tightly: "Don't go, uncle Mu Chen, don't go, don't leave me, don't... "

Countless crystal tears rolled down from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, drop by drop, as if falling on his heart, burning the tip of his heart with pain.

She still shook her head vigorously and grabbed him: "Don't go, don't go, Mu Chen, don't, don't..."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, holding her salty tears, and sighed silently: "I am here, I will not leave."

As if she could really hear his voice, she let out a groan, and unconsciously leaned her body towards him, buried her small face in his bare, hot chest, tears wet every muscle of him , every nerve.

His big palm landed on her smooth back, he didn't kiss her, just patted her back lightly, comforting her softly: "I won't go, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

After a long time, she finally fell asleep again with peace of mind. He lifted her head and let her rest on his arm, with unprecedented care in his movements, for fear that an accident would wake her who had finally fallen asleep.

There were still two teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes, her small face was full of tears, her brows were tangled together, and she didn't relax even in her sleep.

Why was she afraid of his leaving?

He could feel that every time she was in an uneasy sleep, she could always dream of him easily, and when her consciousness was blurred, that soft "Uncle Muchen" called out to his heart.

All the signs showed that they had an unforgettable past, but he had forgotten her, and she was very strange to him now.

It's not that she didn't think that maybe she had been hurt and forgot herself, just like him, she lost a certain memory in the past, and now she wants to get it back, but she can't find a way at all, but, no matter whether she forgets it or not After losing him, no matter whether she ever loved him or not, the person in her heart is inexplicable now.

He could clearly feel the inexplicable indifference and alienation towards her. Not only was she puzzled, but even he himself couldn't figure it out.

If you don't care, it's impossible to stay in the dark and stare at her all the time, if you care, why don't you take her away, but leave her by his side, he never thinks how good he is to her, when he is by his side, She was always sad, scared, always crying.

His fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, and carefully wiped away the two hanging teardrops for her. The tears had cooled down, but when they landed on his fingers, they felt like burning pain.

I don't know my feelings for her, but I know that when she has this inexplicable moment in her heart, she is so flustered that she just wants to tear that man into pieces in front of her. He doesn't want to admit that he is jealous. Over the years, he has never known What is it like to be jealous.

It's just that I feel uncomfortable in my heart, like sand getting into my eyes, and my heart seeps into undue sorrow and resentment.

He wanted her to forget about that man, and even the whole world. She could only have him in her heart forever.

The big palm fell along the face, and once again rolled over to her tormented softness.Only by letting her have his brand on her body, will his heart be at ease!

Pushing away her weak legs, ignoring her already exhausted body, the clamoring Yang. Yang sank into the still moist tightness in one fell swoop.