With that, he took a bowl from the bedside table and sat down beside her. Xia Yucheng looked down and saw that there were two poached eggs in the bowl.

It turned out that he had gone down to make her supper.

Suddenly, Xia Yucheng's heart was mixed, and his eyes were hot. I feel uncomfortable, my throat is blocked, where can I still eat?

"Let's eat!"

"I can't eat it!" she bowed her head, her eyelashes dripping with sparkling water.

Feng Hao held the bowl in one hand and wrapped the other around her shoulder, pulling her into his arms, his chin rubbing against the top of her head.

"Eat a little," in the middle of the night, she tossed her for a while, how could she do without eating?

Xia Yucheng leaned on his shoulder, and the arm hanging by his side slowly lifted, wanting to hug his waist, but the hand that stopped in mid-air at the end still hung down.

How nice it would be if this was really a man who belonged to her, a man who belonged to her alone!

He let go of her and scooped some sugar water with a spoon into her mouth: "Come on! ”

"Then you can eat one too, one for each of us," Xia Yucheng raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes watery.

"Hmm!" Feng Hao replied, spooning Xia Yucheng, and when she was done, he ate the remaining poached egg.

Putting down the bowl and spoon, Feng Hao took out a tissue and slowly wiped her mouth with soft eyes.

The four eyes intersected, and Xia Yucheng's heart twitched suddenly, and it hurt terribly.

"Sleep!" she lay down, her back to the wind. The hand grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it up, covering his eyes.

Tears flowed down very uncontrollably.

The lights went out, and she felt Feng Hao lie down, felt the powerful arms around her waist, and felt him bury his face in her neck.

Suddenly, the familiar scorching breath made her heart more and more dazed, and the tears became more and more.

"Little girl!" the man whispered in her ear.

Xia Yucheng bit her lip and did not answer.

Wind swept over her, hugged her, and pressed her head against his chest, warm tears wetting his chest.

"When you want to cry, just rely on me!" Feng Hao said distressedly.

During this period of abrasive days, they all had a bad time. He was so afraid that his heart would be broken, so he became numb and stopped.

In the dark, Xia Yucheng lay on his chest, crying silently. After a while, she couldn't hold back any longer, and her slender arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Feng Hao didn't say anything, just slowly combed her long hair with his hands, gently stroking her back from time to time. Finally, he lowered his head and blocked her tear-wet lips.

The salty taste was her tears, and it was also the taste of each other's hearts......

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Early the next morning, Feng Hao dragged Xia Yucheng out of bed and asked her to accompany him for a morning run.

Xia Yucheng was a little tired and didn't want to get up, but at Feng Hao's insistence, she had to reluctantly get up early with a pair of panda eyes.

The scenery of the lake and mountain villa area is very beautiful, and the morning air is fresh and pleasant. There was a cheerful chirping of birds between the branches, and smelling the fragrance of flowers, Xia Yucheng suddenly felt refreshed.

Morning jogging is a trivial matter for Feng Hao. But Xia Yucheng could happily follow his footsteps at first, but gradually, he pulled behind him and kept panting.

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