"Sleep." Bai Nuan nodded solemnly, then pulled over his quilt and covered it.

An Yang lay on the bed, not figuring out why things were like this.

His arms were empty, and there was nothing.

No warm nephrite.

Anyang closed his eyes.

I haven't slept all night, and now it's probably all lit up outside.

Her room was tightly closed, and no light could penetrate.

There was a quiet atmosphere in the air.

The sound of the air conditioner running, loud, is very small, but in this quiet environment, it can still be heard clearly.

An Yang woke up suddenly, because he heard the sound of the anklet shaking.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Nuan sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a book, his eyes were closed, but he was reading a book.

He turned on the floor lamp and whispered, "Nuan Nuan? ”

Bai Nuan didn't move, just lowered her head as if she was reading a book.

It's that Shakespeare.

Where her fingers were pressed was the Morse code he had written.

His heart felt like he had been hit, and it hurt and hurt.

He thought that his Nuan Nuan didn't need him very much, he thought that Nuan Nuan just liked to protect his shortcomings......

So he left, and before leaving, he tried to give Nuan Nuan some stimulation in that way, so that she could remember him for a longer time.

But he didn't think about it.

His warmth, like him, like him.

She "reads" and is fascinated.

He stopped talking, but stayed with her and watched her.

She read it for about half an hour, then closed the book, placed it neatly on the bedside table next to her, and covered it with her own quilt.

whispered, "Good night, soft." ”

An Yang flushed the corners of his eyes, turned his back, and felt the urge to slap himself.

If only he weren't that selfish...... His warmth will not be like this.

He turned off the lights, the room fell into darkness, he didn't sleep, he stared at the ceiling, his eyes red.

His heart hurt so much that he couldn't sleep.

She liked him far more than he thought.

When Bai Nuan woke up, he was lying in someone's arms.

Strong muscles, her first reaction almost hit him, but the taste of the tip of her nose told her: This is Anyang.

She just reached out and poked An Yang's chest.

Unlike a few years ago, when the figure was still a little thin, his figure was already perfect, his muscles were well-proportioned, and the touch of her fingertips was also a little elastic and hard through the clothes.

She tilted her head, stared at his stubbled chin, blinked, and touched her fingers curiously.

It's a little finger-pricking, itchy.

Bai Nuan smiled unconsciously, her lips were red and her teeth were white with a lazy and charming charm, and her smile made people feel in a trance, her fingers slid down, falling on his Adam's apple, bulging.

She looked down and snapped her fingers.

This place is the most vulnerable place for people, as long as she exerts force, he will die like this.

Anyang was very vigilant, and when she poked, she had already woken up, but she still closed her eyes to see what she was going to do.

Even if her hand was clasped on his Adam's apple, it was even slowly tightening.

He didn't stop either.

Whatever Nuan Nuan wants, he gives.

Including his life.

He loved her miserably.

Bai Nuan still didn't start, stopped, leaned up, and her lips fell on the peak.

The eyes are crooked.

Her.

She's soft.

She's alone, she can do whatever she wants.

Bai Nuan was in a good mood, and even clicked a trace.