This piece of paper......

Ye Hehuan picked up the 'heart' from the coffee table, she stood in place, her brain was blank for a moment, just staring at the paper in her hand for a moment.

Of course, she didn't forget it, this piece of paper was pressed under the bed in his dormitory six years ago when Yu Zhongxiao was not paying attention.

Unexpectedly, he found out.

When did you find out about Da?

Ye Hehuan thought about it for a while, but couldn't find a clear answer.

At that time, Yu Zhongxiao left City B in a hurry and didn't mention the paper matter to her, so could it be after he recovered from his injury?

She opened the folded paper.

Six years ago, the sentence she wrote jumped into sight - do you love me?

Now, there's one more word on this piece of paper.

The inky black handwriting was exactly the same as on the application report, and the sharp pen seemed to seep into the deepest part of the paper.

Ye Hehuan stared at the word 'love' and burst into tears.

A tear fell on the paper with a snap, and the last pinch of the word 'love' was blurred away from the faint ink.

At this moment, she suddenly couldn't look directly at this love word.

——

Yu Zhongxiao came out of the bathroom, didn't find Ye Hehuan's figure in the living room, he put the towel that wiped his hair around his neck, and went to unscrew the door of the master bedroom.

Sure enough, a figure curled up on the bed.

I've never seen her so peaceful before.

Yu Zhongxiao sat down on the edge of the bed, the soft Simmons sank down, and he asked in a low voice, "Asleep?" ”

The voice was on the soft side, and if Ye Hehuan really fell asleep, it would not be enough to wake her up.

The person on the bed tossed and turned, buried his head in his lower abdomen, and wrapped his hand around his waist, Yu Zhongxiao looked at her sleepy-eyed and hazy appearance, the man's big hand stroked her scattered hair, and the movements were gentle, "Is there something uncomfortable?" ”

As he spoke, he probed her forehead with the back of his hand, and the temperature was normal.

Ye Hehuan mumbled 'hmm', changed his position in his arms, and rubbed his body with his head, revealing a bit of lazy dependence.

She squinted, didn't open them, and muttered, "A little sleepy." ”

"Then sleep."

Yu Zhongxiao was about to reach out and turn off the lamp at the head of the bed.

Ye Hehuan pulled off his T-shirt, Yu Zhongxiao lowered his head, and asked softly, "Anything else?" ”

She said in a mushy voice: "Don't spoil me, what if I can't leave it in the future......"

Yu Zhongxiao teased in a low voice: "So you still want to leave me? ”

Ye Hehuan sat up suddenly, and in the dim light, Yu Zhongxiao was wearing a black vest with smooth shoulder muscle lines.

Inexplicably emotional, she opened her arms and hugged him into her arms.

Although she looked thin in front of him, she still tried to hug him tightly, leaned her chin against his shoulder socket, and called softly and softly: "Yu Zhongxiao." ”

Yu Zhongxiao's big bony hand was close to her thin back: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, I just want to call you."

The corners of Yu Zhongxiao's mouth curled slightly, and the strength of hugging her back increased, and the faint lemon fragrance on Ye Hehuan's body filled his breath, as if a dry piece of land in his heart was injected with gurgling water.

After a while, Ye Hehuan asked, "How have I lived in the past six years, aren't you curious?" ”

“……”

"I've had a lot of boyfriends over the years, don't you really mind at all?" Ye Hehuan asked again, she suddenly wanted to know his answer.

In the four years in Fengcheng, she changed her dating partners as frequently as she changed clothes, with an attitude of breaking jars and breaking them, but none of them took it to heart, as if she was giving up on herself, and as if she was telling others, she was indeed not a good woman worthy of being treated sincerely.

Yu Zhongxiao did not speak.

His chin rested on top of her head, and at the mouth of her heart, she exhaled a warm breath, silently expressing her trust.

Ye Hehuan's voice with regret came softly from his arms: "I've liked you for almost eight years, from the night I saw you in Yunnan, maybe earlier." However, the time I really spent with you was only two months, and the other two thousand days were all wasted......"

"Why are you suddenly so emotionally charged tonight?" Yu Zhongxiao's voice sounded above her head.

Ye Hehuan just hugged him tighter.

Thinking of the six years that the two of them missed, Ye Hehuan's heart was sour, and now that he was by his side, all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows were gathered together, with mixed tastes, and she couldn't tell the difference between sweet and bitter, her eyes were red again, and her hands couldn't help but accept it, wanting to confirm once again that this was not a dream.

Yu Zhongxiao let her hold him firmly, he is not a man who is good at words, and it is impossible to say that he doesn't care about Ye Hehuan's 'boyfriends' at all.

In fact, when he first entered her body six years later, Yu Zhongxiao knew that Ye Hehuan had not developed to this point with other men.

All of her sexual/experience comes from herself.

Even if her mouth is uninhibited, her body will not deceive.

For a long time, Ye Hehuan seemed to have made up some kind of determination, her hands clasped Yu Zhongxiao's shoulder blades behind her back, and said, "Even if you can't get married in the future, don't separate again, can you promise me?" ”

Yu Zhongxiao's answer to her was only one word: "Okay." ”