Xia Xing did not lie down, but leaned on the head of the bed, took out a cigarette from his side, lit it with a "pop", the flame shook in the dark, and when he saw Zhao Ying's uneasy expression looking at him, he immediately smiled: "I, Zhao Ying, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you sneak into my bed alone, what do you mean?

"No, no, I ......" Zhao Ying opened her mouth, but she didn't speak.

Xia Xing raised his eyebrows amusedly, and said lightly: "No? What is that going to do? Do you really want to give yourself to me?"

Zhao Ying opened her mouth and stammered, she was driven by an impulse to give herself to Xia Xing, but now as the strength of the wine slowly passed, her head became sober and began to regret it, especially the dense scars on this Xia Xing's body, which made her heart beat wildly as long as she thought about it.

Seeing Zhao Ying's frightened expression, Xia Xing smiled slightly, stopped talking, leaned on the head of the bed and smoked silently, and because Zhao Ying found the scars on his body, his mood was completely quiet, and there was not even a trace of impatience.

In fact, sooner or later, he will tell Zhao Ying all the origins of the scars on his body, but it is by no means now, the scars all over his body, each of them has a different story, and he also needs to share them with others, the person who can share these stories must be the person he thinks is the closest person, Zhao Ying is naturally the most important and intimate lover in his heart, but Zhao Ying's simplicity makes him can't bear to tell her his experience, he is afraid that it will have a bad impact on her.

Among all the women, even Guo Jia and Lily of the Valley don't know the origin of these scars. Guo Jia's innocence is just like Zhao Ying, he can't bear to let his past bother her, and Lily of the Valley is a special woman, she may be fascinated or confused, but she will never ask, Xia Xing has never thought of telling her these scars.

Hu Na is the only exception.

This sexy woman who is a few years older than Xia Xing is the only woman who knows most of the stories of these scars, and the truth is that knowing these unbearable stories of Xia Xing makes her love for Xia Xing good or bad, and she wants to use her own good to smooth out all the pain he once had.

After smoking a cigarette, Xia Xing extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Ying, who was obviously nervous at the end of the bed, with some amusement, and teased: "Wife, what are you here for, you won't come to snatch my towel and not let me sleep, right?"

"I ......" Zhao Ying was even more nervous, almost subconsciously shrunk her body, and was just about to wrap the towel tightly, when suddenly the black shadow in front of her flickered, Xia Xing's face didn't know when it came to the front, and she was suddenly frightened: "Xia Xing, you, what are you going to do?"

"I ......" Zhao Ying stammered again, it was the first time she had made such a ridiculous decision when she was so big, she had just relied on a breath of anger and impulse, coupled with the effect of alcohol, to have the courage to run to Xia Xing's room, and climbed into Xia Xing's bed, but at this time, the two were really honest with each other, as if something was really going to happen, and suddenly she began to be afraid and regretted it.

Xia Xing snorted angrily: "Forget it, Nu Rao's idea is really strange, I really don't understand what you are all thinking." ”

He didn't care what Zhao Ying's reaction was, he fell on the bed, didn't cover anything, lay there on his back and closed his eyes, and said: "If you want to sleep, you can sleep, if you don't want to sleep, just sit like this, I'm tired today, so I won't accompany you." ”

Zhao Ying wanted to speak and stopped, and looked at Xia Xing lying in front of her in a daze, and after a while, she breathed evenly, and she fell asleep, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

For some reason, looking at Xia Xing's peaceful sleep, Zhao Ying suddenly gave up the idea of going back to his bedroom, Xia Xing at this time, although his sleeping position was indecent, but he was very peaceful, and he was like the guy he usually saw.

This is the first time that Zhao Yingchang has watched Xia Xing so closely since he got married, thinking of the relationship between the two Rao, he suddenly felt a little funny, it is obviously a husband and wife relationship in the legal sense, but he has never slept in the same bed, like strangers, and now the two are finally in the same bed for the first time, but he is wrapped in Xia Xing's towel and is hiding at the foot of the bed, while Xia Xing is lying next to him without anything and is already asleep.

If you go out, no one will believe it.

But it is undeniable that the sleeping Xia Xing is much cuter than the awake one, at least Zhao Ying thinks so, the sober Xia Xing always teases himself for no reason to make himself angry, but the sleeping Xia Xing does not, like an angry child, very quiet.

The corners of Zhao Ying's mouth unconsciously raised slightly, she looked at the towel quilt on her body, and then looked at Xia Xing, and suddenly felt a little distressed in her heart.

She was just about to pull out half of the quilt and cover it with Xia Xing, so as not to catch a cold, but she suddenly paused, hesitated and lowered her voice: "Xia Xing, are you asleep?"

"No Sakura" Xia Xing snorted and opened his eyes again, he wanted to sleep, but the key was that there was such a delicate beauty by his side, where could he sleep?

Zhao Ying was taken aback by Xia Xing's response, and quickly retracted back to the foot of the bed, looking at Xia Xing's eyes in the dark vigilantly, fortunately her vigilance was high enough, otherwise she was deceived by this guy again, and almost let her take the initiative to give her a hug, this bastard.

Xia Xing blinked his eyes, clearly saw Zhao Ying's turbulent movements, and felt bitter in his heart: "You are afraid of me?"

"No, not afraid. Zhao Ying hesitated and shook her head.

"Flutter. Xia Xing was amused by Zhao Ying's expression, "If you're afraid, hurry up and go back to your own room to sleep, you are such a beautiful beauty next to me, I can't sleep, in case I change my mind and really do what happened to you, it's too late for you to regret it." ”

Zhao Ying didn't say anything, and after a while, she bit her lip: "Xia Xing, you won't do that to me, right?"

"What about you?" Xia Xing snorted angrily and closed his eyes again.

Zhao Ying was silent again, struggling in her heart for a long time, and suddenly gritted her teeth and lay down beside Xia Xing, gave half of the towel wrapped around her to Xia Xing, and said, "Cover yourself, don't catch a cold." ”

Xia Xing hummed a whole day, grabbed the quilt and got in.

Although the quilt is not, it is only for one person, and the two people cover it a little bit of a size, and if the two of them want to cover it all, they can only be next to each other.

Zhao Ying's whole body stiffened, and he grabbed the bath towel tightly with both hands, and suddenly began to regret it, what if this guy next to him really changed his doctrine and did what he did?

A heart is even more fluttering and beating, like beating a drum.