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The darkness did not affect his eyesight, and he could see any subtle reaction of Ji Yan clearly, especially when he lowered his head again, in the afterglow, the small hands that were clasped above his head had been clenched into fists, and the fingertips were a little white.

He wanted to bite her lip, and he wanted to bite her tongue, step by step, and finally bite her heart. He wanted to bite it open to see if there was himself in it, but no, she was trismus, guarding too tightly, and he was powerless to find out tonight.

Qingzun's head hung down slightly to one side, falling to her neck and ears, his chin resting on her collarbone, and his breath sprayed on the side of her face.

"Sleep, wake up tomorrow and you'll see him. ”

Then he loosened the grip on her hands and fell to his slender waist and wrapped them tightly, flipping on his side, and they lay facing each other, but he allowed his head to be buried between her neck.

Ji Yan opened his eyes and looked at the darkness, his neck was itchy, it was his eyelashes that crossed, and she felt him close his eyes.

"This is the last time, and the next time I wake up, I won't let it ...... again."

His breath sprayed on the skin near her neck, a little cold, and the place where he exhaled was close to her heart, so Ji Yan felt this coldness, vaguely floating into her heart.

Although she was so frozen, she still subconsciously hugged his head, and her chin drooped slightly, close to his forehead.

The devil buries himself in the deepest darkness,

He sends light to his beloved,

He stares in the dark,

Look at the beloved, give love and heart to the light.

He does not speak, and endures the cold in the dark;

He doesn't show up, he doesn't let her see her ugly self;

But he longed to be heard and seen by her.

Loneliness is growing, unwilling to spread......

He poked out his tentacles into the light.

Maybe one day, he will let the light melt himself;

Or maybe he'll drag everyone into the dark......

A dreamless night.

As soon as the day dawned, the lively sound of the Zheng family's reconstruction woke Ji Yan from his deep sleep.

Consciousness was still hazy, Ji Yan closed his eyes and rolled over, stretched out his hand and subconsciously probed around him, the empty bed ......

Ji Yan woke up in an instant, sat up from the bed, and felt completely sleepy!

There was no one else in the hut except her, Ji Yan's heart suddenly emptied, and he jumped out of bed and rushed out of the house.

Squeak!

The door of the hut was pulled hard by her, and a sharp sound sounded, and as soon as Ji Yan stepped out, a light brighter than the morning sun immediately fell into his eyes.

A figure stood outside the house.

He was only wearing a single coat, standing against the glory of the rising sun, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into this bright morning light.

Ji Yan was stunned.

Yao Qing wore her hair loose, and her face still had the lazy breath of when she first woke up, and when she saw Ji Yan, she turned around casually and raised her hands to her with a smile.

Ji Yan bit his lip, his heart was like a flood, and he rushed over with a single move, and the whole person threw himself into his arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and at the same time was surrounded by him, her head buried deep in Yao Qing's chest, greedily breathing the grass breath on his body, and all the emotions accumulated in her heart: worry, grievance, injury, self-blame...... At this moment, it turned into a flood and immediately broke all of Ji Yan's strength, and as soon as Ji Yan hugged him, he cried very angrily.

It wasn't a loud cry, nor a coquettish sob, but a muffled cry, and there was damp heat on Yao Qing's chest, and he was soon wet.

"Okay, it's okay...... Yao Qing stroked the back of her head with her palm over and over again, her green eyes lowered, revealing pity.

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