Han Moyu thought about Fu Changyu and went crazy. She wanted to see him, to talk to him, to hug him, and never let go. However, these can only cry out in her heart. She still couldn't say anything, she couldn't do anything.

On this night, she couldn't bear it after all, and quietly ran to the room where Fu Changyu once lived. At this time, she gently stroked the book that Han Changyu had read with her fingers, and then sat down where he had sit, and poured herself a cup of tea with the teapot on the table. Her lips touched the slightly cool rim of the cup, and the tea was still warm. Fu Changyu came back today, and only stayed for a moment; Just left. She was imagining what Fu Changyu would do every day when she was alone in the house.

His bed was large and comfortable. Han Moyu spread his limbs and lay down, then ripped off the veil. A wave of sadness welled up in her heart. She wanted to hug him, to curl up in his arms; But she could do nothing; She could only hide in the corner, sneaking in from him and listening to him out of his sight.

Okay, at least I'll be able to see him every day, right? Why should you expect anything? Since when did you have such special feelings for your brother? Hehe, that's ridiculous...... Perhaps, in Wujia Village, from the moment he saved her, she fell in love with that person deeply, right? Or perhaps, it was the bits and pieces of living together that made her feel that she couldn't leave that person anymore, right? Even, since her previous life, she has loved that person like that, and she still loves like this in this life, and she has never stopped, right? She didn't know.

Perhaps, this is not the so-called longing at all, but I am too lonely and want someone to accompany me...... Han Moyu curled up on the bed, hugging the pillow, smelling the fragrance left on it by Fu Changyu, thinking so, he actually felt relieved, and unconsciously fell asleep......

I don't know how long it took, Han Moyu suddenly felt a slight breath of a person, close at hand. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar dark figure standing in front of her. Her heart pounded violently. That person is actually my brother Fu Changyu! It was dark in the room, and the moonlight pouring in through the window floated on the floor like a hazy veil. There was no light in the room, and it was dim, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could clearly feel the man's breath, because she was all too familiar with it.

She lay there quietly, not daring to move. She wanted to keep pretending to be asleep. Because she didn't know how to answer him when she woke up, why was she in his room? Why is he lying in his bed like this? She didn't dare to answer such a question, or even look the man in the eye. Fortunately, there was no light, and the room was dark, which was a perfect way to hide all her uneasiness.

She saw Fu Changyu come forward, sit on the edge of the bed, and then lean down, so close to her. Fu Changyu seemed to hesitate to stretch out her hand, inserted her slender fingers into her hair, and began to caress gently, over and over again, like combing the hair of a pet, and like talking to her own pet **; Every touch touched Han Moyu's nerves, making her feel numb.

It was quiet in the house. Han Moyu trembled and held his breath. Fu Chang's face leaned closer to her, and she clearly felt the warm breath he exhaled, with a faint smell of wine in it. Han Moyu's originally nervous heart suddenly relaxed like this. She smiled. It's nice that the guy is drunk. You won't know what you're doing.

Fu Changyu stopped two inches away from Han Moyu's face, and there was a stalemate for a long time; And the cold ink language also suppressed the pounding heart and continued to pretend to be asleep. She suddenly felt that this was good. She wanted to let her brother stay by her side like she was now, even if she didn't say a word. Fu Changyu sighed slightly at that time, and spewed a slightly intoxicating smell of wine on Han Moyu's face. Although he had drunk a lot, he seemed to be awake and knew what he was doing. So, Fu Changyu got up.

Just when the Imperial General was about to get up, Han Moyu was in a hurry, and somehow stretched out his hands, put his arms around his brother's neck, and sat up. Fu Changyu seemed taken aback, and he straightened up sharply, breaking Han Moyu free. There he gasped for breath for a long time. In the dark, I couldn't see his face clearly, but Han Moyu thought that he must be the same as himself, his face was flushed.

After a while, Fu Changyu lit the lamp. The room suddenly became bright. The flush on Fu Changyu's face had not yet faded, and he shouted lazily through the strength of the wine: "Why are you sleeping in my room, hurry up, I'm sleepy." ”

Han Moyu buried her face under the covers, because she felt that her face must be flushed at the moment. She didn't know why she had just wrapped her arms around Fu Changyu's neck, like a warm invitation; It made her feel ashamed. Therefore, no matter what Fu Changyu called her, she refused to get up from the bed.

But Fu Changyu saw Han Moyu's reddened cheeks; It's even more impressive. Fu Changyu smiled secretly, he was a little drunk, his control was not so good, he involuntarily leaned over and hugged her in his arms; Han Moyu was obviously taken aback, and turned his head to look at Fu Changyu; Flew up to the red glow. She panicked and tried to push Fu Changyu away; "What are you doing?" Fu Changyu looked at her frightened appearance, and a taste of banter welled up on his face; He pressed Han Moyu's slender wrist and brought his face closer: "I like to see you frightened." At that time, Fu Changyu, who was slightly drunk, actually forgot to hide his thoughts. The pair of bright eyes that looked at Han Moyu flashed with excitement. In that light, there is just pure love.

So, Han Moyu looked at his brother who was talking to him like this with a red face, and suddenly felt a broken mood, determined to fight for this happiness desperately. Even if the world disdains it, what then? If she speaks coldly, she should be dead!

I don't want to be a coward anymore, don't hold back anymore! Even if heaven and earth do not tolerate it, even if people and gods will abandon it, I don't want to care anymore; I want to be with you. Han Moyu gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, made up his mind, and stretched out his hand to hug Fu Changyu. Fu Changyu touched Han Moyu's head and gently hugged her in his arms: "What's the matter, do you miss your brother?" Hehe. My brother has been busy these days, and he doesn't bother to go home to take a look. He sobered up a little, and his intimate behavior changed the taste.

Han Mo's words came to his mouth, but he swallowed it alive. I want to be with you, brother. I want to be like that, never to be separated from you...... However, in the face of Fu Changyu's look of wanting to distance herself, she couldn't say anything at once. "What's wrong?" Fu Changyu smiled in surprise, gently stroked Han Moyu's hair, and asked, "Is something wrong?" Tell my brother. ”

"Nope." Han Moyu turned his face away, and it took a lot of effort before he let go of the hand that was holding his brother tightly. She couldn't say anything. I like my brother, and I want to be with you, brother, and never be separated for the rest of my life. If she is so shameless, if heaven and earth do not tolerate it, how can she say it? No, you can't! Han Moyu bit her lip, climbed out of bed, pushed the door open, looked back at Han Changyu and showed a sweet smile: "Brother, go to bed early." ”

What are you thinking, kid? Fu Chang looked at the back of Han Moyu, and felt inexplicable in his heart. She wouldn't be, would she have that kind of heart for me? Thinking of this, Fu Changyu suddenly smiled miserably. Okay, to stay away from that child, why didn't he control himself? Doesn't he know what awaits him and Han Moyu?

Fu Changyu thought of the throbbing aura that emanated from Han Moyu's body, and he felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart. Was he, really, going to cut open the child's chest with his own hands and take the fragments of the mirror? Fu Changyu trembled, and fell on the bed in despair, sighed heavily, and tore off the curtain on the bed.