Chapter 948 Bed-sharing

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Hearing Duan Yanhao's words, Bai Yaoyao's smile was still warm and shallow, but her eyes were a little more sad, she leaned her body slightly, slept sideways, turned her back to Duan Yanhao, and didn't speak.

Duan Yanhao thought that she was embarrassed by what she said just now, so she sighed and prepared to go out of the bedroom to sleep on the sofa.

But just as he got up and took a step, Bai Yaoyao's words came slowly, saying, "I'm not perfect. ”

Bai Yaoyao's voice was calm and quiet, but she couldn't help but hear the desolation and pain inside.

Duan Yanhao's hand on his side tightened, turned around and sat on the bed, and forcefully slammed Bai Yaoyao's body over.

Just about to say a few words, but seeing the tears in the corners of Bai Yaoyao's eyes, Duan Yanhao was stunned and said, "It turns out that you are still a crybaby, how can you be a female soldier like this"

Bai Yaoyao bit her lip, her face was a little pale, she lowered her eyes, didn't dare to look at Duan Yanhao, and said lightly: "Will you?"

Duan Yanhao covered Bai Yaoyao's mouth and said: "Could it be that Yaoyao also cares about these people, you must know that a person's beauty comes from the heart, and it is not ancient now, even if it is ancient, there are times when civilization is open-minded."

Bai Yaoyao looked up at Duan Yanhao at this time, and saw a clear and open-minded look in his eyes, and his heart breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Bai Yaoyao's expression soften, Duan Yanhao began to preach again, "To be the best special female soldier, you must abandon your own demons. ”

Bai Yaoyao also nodded seriously this time, "Well, I know." ”

"It's good to know."

As the two spoke, Bai Yaoyao thought that if she let Duan Yanhao drag her tired like this again, she felt guilty, patted her right hand, and motioned to Duan Yanhao.

When he also went to bed, the two of them were one person with a quilt, one person with a bedside, and the bed was relatively large, and no one was in the way.

But all in all, the atmosphere is a little weird, very quiet.

Bai Yaoyao was lying on her side, she was not sleepy at this time, she couldn't sleep, and she didn't know what to say to Duan Yanhao.

Duan Yanhao was also very calm, but listening carefully to the sound of breathing, he was also a little uncomfortable.

But for some reason, he didn't want Bai Yaoyao to go back to the dormitory to sleep like this, for fear that she wouldn't be able to sleep well if her foot was injured, and that she would go out to train in the middle of the night, so he could rest assured that she was still under his nose.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the middle of the night, Duan Yanhao looked at Bai Yaoyao who arched into his arms, curled up, like an insecure child, and the ghost sent her to hold her in his arms like this.

Bai Yaoyao said unconsciously in her mouth: "I'm afraid that my mother will miss you"

Duan Yanhao listened to these words carefully, but his heart was broken into pieces, and he didn't know how to put it together, he patted Bai Yaoyao gently, wanting to comfort her.

But Bai Yaoyao still curled herself up in a ball, as if she was protecting herself, and she was also like a very insecure child.

In this way, Duan Yanhao actually didn't sleep much all night, and he was also thinking about what kind of man Bai Yaoyao had met before, and many times he didn't understand what kind of person met such a delicate and transparent woman, but he didn't cherish it

Of course, Duan Yanhao has never had an answer.

He thought that Bai Yaoyao had a lot on her mind, and if he asked, it would inevitably cause her sad past, so Duan Yanhao pretended not to know.

There was nothing to say all night, and when she woke up the next day, after Bai Yaoyao woke up, she looked at the bedside, and there was no longer Duan Yanhao.

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