In Han Jingnian's doubts, Xia Wan'an suddenly opened his mouth: "374,375,376......"

As the numbers whispered out of her mouth, she wrote one word after another between her fingers.

"405, 406, 407......" she is still writing.

Han Jingnian glanced at the time on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the morning, he squatted down and gently pulled her arm: "Sleep......"

She ignored him, her fingers moving quickly against the wall.

He didn't know how many "positive" words she wrote, but when he heard another "500" in her mouth, he spoke again: "Good night, it's late, we went to bed......"

As he spoke, he shook her hand on the wall and tried to pick her up.

As a result, before his hand could wrap around his waist, she reacted violently and pushed him away, then moved to the wall, and continued to raise her hand to write the word "positive": "530, 531, 532......"

Han Jingnian didn't interrupt her again, and accompanied her to squat in the corner.

The room was quiet, and occasionally she spat out a counting voice, "594,595,596......"

The 597th "positive" word, she only wrote three strokes and stopped.

Then she stared at the place where her fingertips landed, and looked at it for a long time, before she moved her lips, and her tone was very light: "It turns out that I have saved so many straight words......

Han Jingnian didn't know what she meant, "Huh? "Yes.

As if she hadn't heard his voice, she still stared intently at the wall, and after a long while, she spoke: "I won't let the thousandth orthography appear......"

"What's the thousandth positive?"

Xia Goodnight, who was immersed in his thoughts, turned a deaf ear, "But I don't know, can I still hold on until the 999th character appears......"

After saying this, Xia goodnight, fell next to his body.

Han Jingnian stretched out her hand and caught her in time, she took advantage of the situation to wrap her arms around him, as if she had found a very reassuring support, nestled into his arms, and closed her eyes.

Her shallow, regular breath sprayed on his arm, letting him know she was asleep.

He carefully picked her up and put her on the bed, and when he covered her with the quilt, he heard her voice with a little drunkenness, and suddenly whispered: "I'm not a robot......

“…… But even if I am a robot, I will be scrapped one day...... I feel like I'm going to scrap ......"

He didn't quite know what she was trying to say, but her words inexplicably made his heart ache.

He didn't move, just kept covering her with the quilt, staring at her quietly with his head down.

The room was quiet and he could hear her heartbeat.

He stared at her sleeping face without blinking, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen deeper on her than he had imagined.

On his birthday, when he and her were trapped in a dark room, he thought he only cared about her, but today he found out that he was in pain with her and rejoiced in her joy...... It's like that sentence: I don't know where to go, go deep.

Han Jingnian looked at Xia Goodnight for a long time, and then flashed his eyelids, slightly possessed, and landed a light kiss on the girl's forehead, and when his lips left her skin, he paused for a moment, and a very soft voice spit out from his mouth: "Welcome." ”

Welcome, my heart.