The first day when the white father and white mother were not at home.

White Warmth: Bashi.

Anyang: Happy.

The day after the white father and white mother were not at home.

White Warmth: Bashi.

Anyang: Happy.

The third day that the white father and white mother were not at home.

I want to go to Meng Chixi's side to rehearse the script.

Bai Nuan got up early, washed up and went to the living room, there was no Anyang in the living room, but there was food on the table.

There is also a note next to it: Nuan Nuan, you eat first, I'm so sleepy, go to sleep first, you remember to come and call me.

Bai Nuan glanced at the things on the table, and then looked at the note.

Sitting down, the things were still hot, she finished eating slowly, looked at the time, felt that it was still too late, didn't call Anyang, took out the book of "Shakespeare's Tragedies" from the room, and looked at it on the balcony.

On the balcony here, there is a rest area, and there is a cabinet for things underneath, and there are tatami mats on top, which is very well decorated.

This is the painstaking effort of Bai's father to teach himself design for a month for his beloved wife, and it took another month to complete the design draft and half a month to select materials.

Bai Nuan requisitioned.

An Yang in the room, lying on the bed, his clothes were spread out, the buttons were crooked, the curtains were not closed, some were exposed, and where the light came in, it happened that the light spread from his face to the collarbone, and his hair was soft, like a faint aura.

The long eyelashes are slightly curled, and in the sun, a faint shadow casts on the porcelain white skin.

The quilt was loosely covered around the waist, and the hem of the clothes went up, revealing the muscles on the side of the waist, and the lines were faintly down.

The whole scene is in one word: living color.

And then......

Ten minutes passed.

There was no sign of the door being pushed, An Yang opened his eyes, glanced around, moved again, and moved his head towards the light to ensure that the lighting effect was perfect.

I waited another ten minutes......

He hasn't come over yet!

An Yang pursed his lips, according to the calculation time, his family should have come to him after eating, why didn't he come?

He was in a hurry, and he couldn't go out to see......

And so he lasted for an hour.

Footsteps were heard outside the door.

He hurriedly stripped off his clothes, pulled the quilt around his waist again, and slept with his eyes closed.

When Bai Nuan came in, he saw a teenager who had messed up the bed lying on it.

I didn't sleep honestly, although this scene was ......

Bai Nuan's eyes glanced at his waist, feeling good, and went up again, looking at his whole body, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Then he stepped forward and stood beside his bed, looking condescendingly at the boy who seemed to be sleeping very deeply.

"Stop pretending, get up." As soon as she opened her mouth, it made his heart skip a beat, and it felt like he was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly dreamed that he had gone up the stairs and was empty.

He opened his watery eyes, looked at her, and his tone was a little aggrieved: "How does Nuan Nuan know ......?"

This is a good question, Bai Nuan's eyes quietly swept over his collarbone, moved away and explained: "If a normal person falls asleep in this position, his facial muscles will relax, and he will not be as ...... as you Exquisite. ”

Yes, the teenager slept exquisitely.

Anyang: "......" is too much, what he worked so hard to do, she treats him like this.

An Yang pursed his lips, didn't speak, sat there with his head down, and didn't look at her.

This look, coupled with his current disheveled image, looks like a bullied little lady.