When Su Xiaoan woke up again, it was not cold beside him.

On the contrary, she lay in a warm and comfortable embrace, and the domineering temperature penetrated her body, making her subconsciously reluctant to wake up in her sleep, and only wanted to covet the warmth of this moment.

Unconsciously rolling over, she felt a hot hardness on her face.

When she opened her eyes in a daze, she just saw a large patch of wheat-colored skin appear in front of her, and her strong muscles exuded the breath of a mature man, which instantly woke her up most of her dreams.

No sleepiness.

She sat up straight, looked at the sleeping man beside her in amazement, and pulled herself out of his arms.

Cautiously, it didn't wake him up.

A layer of complicated emotions floated under his eyes.

For so many years, she had slept alone, and she was used to covering her cold bed with her body temperature alone, and then waking up the next day in a cold silence.

No one had ever embraced her in such an intimate way.

No matter how cold the day or how dark the night, she was always alone.

Even if she was afraid of thunder on a rainy day, she could only curl up and sit motionless to endure the unbearable fear.

But this time, when she woke up, someone hugged her, so firm, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.

Although she had slept with him before, the man touched her very much and would not hug her so closely as he did today.

Even if he would at the beginning, in the second half of the night, he always had his back to her, and the two of them were facing each other, sleeping opposite each other.

So this time, she was surprised, the man didn't leave, stayed, and slept with her in his arms until dawn.

As far back as I can remember, there was no such scene before the age of eight, and even more so after the age of eight.

I still remember that she cried like a tearful person, and asked her mother noisily, why did her brother sleep with him, but she had to sleep alone?

Her mother's indifferent and impatient eyes pierced her heart like a pinprick, and she even scolded her for being ignorant while changing her brother's diaper.

For as long as she can remember, her mother has been so cold to her, and after giving birth to her younger brother, she threw all her emotions into him.

At that time, she didn't understand, and it wasn't until she grew up that she was born in the countryside, and there was nothing wrong with her, just because she was a girl who married out sooner or later, and the family needed a man, so she was particularly unimportant.

Later, after being picked up by her uncle, because of the difference between men and women, her uncle never slept with her.

How long, she can't remember, alone, sleeps alone.

She was originally a timid girl who was afraid of the dark, but then somehow, the courage was forced out.

At that time, she didn't yearn for a broad and thick shoulder for her to lean on, to give her infinite warmth, and she even thought that if such a person could appear, whether it was male or female, she would devote her life to be good to him.

But why, this shoulder, the person who hugged her for the first time and slept without a gap, was this demonic man?

Covering her face, tears once again wet her face, and the blank look on her face made her innocent and beautiful.

When the sleeping man opened his eyes, he saw such a scene.

The girl's delicate body curled up there, her shoulders shook and cried, and the expression on her face was sentimental, helpless, and complicated, and people couldn't help but feel distressed.

"What's wrong?"

The hoarse voice of the morning had a hint of tenderness that he had not noticed, and the man deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of scaring her.