This kiss is not a little plundering.

Soft, warm, turned into an invisible feather, brushing the tip of her heart, tickling ......

Carambola Xi half-squinted her eyes and raised her hand to press Xia Zecheng's heart.

It can't go on any longer......

Xia Zecheng was not reluctant, retreated a little, raised his hand to hold her hand, and his deep eyes were doting like an overflow: "It's cold, don't wash for too long, go to bed early." ”

"Hmm. Carambola Creek lowered her eyes, her face flushed.

"Good dreams. Xia Zecheng leaned over and left at the center of her eyebrows.

"Good night. Carambola Creek sent him out, watched him stride into the darkness outside, quickly bolted the courtyard door, locked the room, and slipped into the bathroom.

She needs to be calm.

Calm down!

Yang Haixia's indifference, her mother's experience, and the tragedy of her previous life...... She couldn't forget.

If it weren't for the fact that she bizarrely returned to the age of 16 and had a golden finger, in this life, she would still continue the trajectory of her previous life, how could she covet his little warmth and have the urge to change her original intention?!

This night, Carambola Creek dreamed again.

He would tell her "good dreams" almost every day, but the first time she dreamed of summer, she was tired like a dog every day for the next few days, and she fell asleep when she lay down, and it was already dawn when she woke up, and she had no chance to dream at all.

Today, I don't know if it's because she's leaving, or because her mood has changed, and the dream came unexpectedly.

The difference is that it's a nightmare.

Carambola Creek dreamed of her previous life, her sister who jumped into the icy river with her child, her younger brother who deviated from the path and went astray, and her, who was trapped on the 33rd floor for more than 30 years of boring life.

The 33rd floor was full of fog, and a person shouted frantically:

Carambola Creek, we're dead, and you can't run away!

Carambola Creek, you, are the one who deserves it the most!

Carambola Creek, you are the biggest cancer of the Wang Group!

That was what Qingxi said to her before she died in her previous life.

But at this moment, Carambola Creek tried hard to see clearly, but she couldn't see that person's face, and even knew clearly that that person was not Yang Qingxi!

Suddenly, a mist surged at her from all directions.

Carambola Xi only felt suffocated, the whole person seemed to be unable to move, she tried hard to struggle, but her body seemed to be pressed by something, completely out of control, and she could only watch the fog open its big mouth and swallow her.

"No!"

Carambola Creek shouted, opened her eyes with all her might, and her mind was running like crazy.

The warm feeling wandered away, and she finally woke up.

On his body, he was already soaked in cold sweat.

Sunlight shines through the windows and fills the house.

"Knock knock~" The bedroom door was knocked on.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Xia Zecheng's worried voice sounded.

"I'm fine. Carambola Creek hurriedly lifted the quilt and put on her coat to open the door.

Xia Zecheng changed into a navy blue tunic suit, which added a bit of elegance to the coldness.

He saw her sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face, and immediately nervously reached out and touched her head: "Sick?"

"Nope. Carambola Creek shook her head, "It was just a nightmare." ”

"Dreams are all reversed. Xia Zecheng breathed a sigh of relief and comforted, "It's going to be uncomfortable, you sit down slowly, I'll put hot water in it, you wash it again, and we'll set off after breakfast in a while." ”

"Hmm. Carambola Creek thought about the dream, was depressed, and nodded obediently.

Only she knew that, except for the person who couldn't see clearly, every sentence in the dream was real.

Xia Zecheng quickly got hot water.

Carambola Creek went in and took a quick bath and changed the clothes inside, which made me feel much more comfortable.

"Give. "Xia Zecheng has already opened the lunch box.

A bowl of porridge, two boiled eggs, half a lunch box of fried chicken shredded with black fungus, and a little pickles.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Carambola Creek looked at him and raised her eyes to look at him.

"I've eaten it. Xia Zecheng smiled lightly, took a dry towel, dragged a stool to sit behind her, and gently wiped the water from her hair, "Next time you want to come, use your watch to send me a message, and I'll pick you up." ”

Carambola Xi picked up the spoon, glanced at the overlapping shadows next to her, and paused for a while before responding, "Hmm." ”

Next time?

Will there be a next time?

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