"Then let me get sick with you," Yan Mo responded rarely, pressing the softness again.

His lips have the warmth inherent to human beings, gently and softly, as if he is touching a rare treasure.

The broken heart beat uncontrollably at this moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and An Yang happily greeted him.

After all, she still couldn't be indifferent to this person, and after handing over this man for the first time, she knew that from now on they were destined to be entangled for a lifetime, and he became an addiction that she could never get over in her heart.

From this day on, Anyang regained his human form and stayed by Yan Mo's side.

In every corner of the research institute, they have left their intimate figures.

The moonlight outside the window shone in, and the hazy light gilded An Yang's face with a faint glow.

She sat mischievously in Yan Mo's arms, and saw that his gaze had not been taken away from the document in her hand for a long time, and after sighing in boredom, her calves shook restlessly.

"The Master"

"Don't mess around."

As soon as the sweet and greasy voice came out, it was ruthlessly interrupted by Yan Mo.

An Yang snorted boringly, looked at the flower tea next to him that was about to cool down, and swallowed greedily.

When people don't know it, they want to take a sip secretly, who would have thought that the person next to him would turn his head abruptly. An Yang, who was caught and appeared, coughed violently, and his little face was swollen and red.

"Little gluttonous cat."

Yan Mo's hand rubbed her jaw, put down the document in his hand, and gently hugged An Yang in his arms.

"Are you tired?"

Hearing the well-behaved response of the person in his arms, Yan Mo carefully carried the person to the bed.

Taking advantage of An Yang's inattention, his thumb rubbed the back of her neck, revealing the small blue flower.

The small flowers, which were once incomparably clear, dimmed at the moment, and the shallow traces were almost gone.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lay on his side on the edge of the bed, and lay down with An Yang.

In a drowsy mood, he felt that the sight next to him had been glued to his face, frowning slightly, and he opened his eyes just to meet An Yang's curious eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Yan Mo's hand gently pinched her waist, and the delicate touch made him never touch enough.

"I was thinking, since the first day I met you, I didn't seem to have seen you smile."

An Yang's answer successfully made Yan Mo freeze.

"Laugh, I don't think I need to."

Before he met An Yang, he didn't even know what anger was. His world, from birth, was accompanied only by indifference and jealousy.

He never thought about why, because those emotions were not necessary for him at all.

"Don't you need it?"

"Of course," he replied without the slightest hesitation.

Excess emotions meant pain to him, because what he felt from An Yang's body was unprecedented pain

"Perhaps" he saw An Yang lowering his eyelids, and a hazy mist circulating in them, "Maybe you haven't met the person who makes you want to laugh." ”

The voice was very shallow, but he felt pain again, it was a feeling from the depths of his heart, very annoying

"Ios, I won't laugh for anyone," staring at An Yang's cheeks, words without any emotion came out of his mouth, "no one can decide what I want to become, and you, are my pet." ”

An Yang was stunned, she thought she would get used to Yan Mo's poisonous tongue, but this answer still made her feel a chill to the bone.

They were so close, so why would he say such a thing to tell her that she wasn't the person.

Even, not personal