may be because of the reason for separation, Song Shihao, who has always slept early, rarely did not fall asleep tonight, and pretended to sleep in Yang Minghui's arms.

And he did not fall asleep, and watched her in the dark as he had done last night, playing with her hair, and occasionally dropping a kiss on her forehead.

Song Shihao could hear the sound of her heartbeat, she didn't know if this was the first time he watched himself sleep like this or if it had always been like this, but tonight, she felt his movements because of insomnia.

She opened her eyes as he landed the kiss on her brow again.

The bright eyes looked very beautiful on a moonlit night, Yang Minghui was startled by her sudden opening of her eyes, like being caught by the head teacher playing with his mobile phone in class, he dodged and lay beside her, holding her in his arms, isolating her direct sight.

"Did I wake you up? I'm not noisy, go to sleep. The voice above his head was like that.

Song Shihao broke free from his embrace and lay at eye level with him, the two faced each other, both wanting to see each other in their eyes.

In the end, Yang Minghui couldn't help but break the gong first, he moved forward, kissed her lips accurately in the dark, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Song Shihao didn't refuse, she thought she knew what would happen next, but, she should be able to accept it, she should be able to leave a life for him, even if she couldn't reconcile with him.

Yang Minghui tentatively approached Song Shihao, stroked her cheek with his palm, and after retreating slightly, he rubbed the tip of his nose against her, his heart was pounding, she was by his side, he wanted her.

Holding up half of his body with his hand, one hand still rubbing the corners of her cheeks and lips, he lowered his head again in the dark, pecking and kissing her lips again and again.

Every time he kissed him, his eyes would close for a moment with his rhythm, and there was still no intention of refusing.

Song Shihao reached out and held his hand rubbing his cheek, closed his eyes slightly, and his breathing was a little chaotic.

Yang Minghui's kiss paused for a moment, he thought Song Shihao would push him away, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the two slightly fluttering eyelashes in the moonlight.

After a moment, he came to the conclusion that she did not reject herself.

The force of the kiss on her was a little heavy......

He got up, moved away from her lips, and the hand that caressed her face turned in a different direction, took her hand in his hand, and then intertwined his fingers and pressed them against the side of her head.

He looked at her earnestly, with a gaze that bordered on reverence, and then he spoke, "Shihao, do you know what I want to do?" Why not refuse? I can't help it if you're like this, it's good ......."

In the quiet bedroom, there was no sound except for the beating heartbeats and chaotic breathing of the two of them.

……

Song Shihao knew that she was tempted, and at this moment her heart was being scorched by the fire, and she could even smell the smell of burnt flesh and blood. She was tempted, she liked him, but she was also dying, and he would be sent to prison by the materials she handed out by herself.

It would be nice if their encounter wasn't so bad.

Song Shihao cried in his arms for a long time, crying made his heart hurt, but he couldn't coax him well, he wanted to leave, but she didn't let him go. There was no way, he could only hold her in his arms and comfort her over and over again.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that she stopped crying and said in a hoarse voice: "Take me to the bath." ”

After cleaning up and playing with his body, he wrapped her in his arms, kept kissing, and fell asleep after a while.

By the moonlight, Song Shihao could see every detail of his face clearly, and his thin fingertips crossed between his eyebrows, the person who once made her so painful.

She withdrew her hand, leaned forward, and kissed him.