After successfully kissing Sleeping Beauty, Jiang Hannian straightened up like an electric shock.

His face was hot, and the tips of his ears were red as if they could drip blood.

Soft and fragrant!

Warm and smooth to the touch, flawless skin kisses

- It's the sweetest and sweetest taste in the world!

He couldn't help but take another look, and there was still a beautiful touch on his lips, which made him want to do it again.

No, where is enough at once, preferably many, many times...... Countless times!

But after taking a look, Jiang Hannian remembered the appearance of the flowers pointing at the country, and he was a little cowardly.

When I gaze at the past, I feel that it is really embarrassing to steal relatives when people are asleep.

To prevent himself from "regenerating a thief's heart" and doing something that "takes advantage of people's danger", Jiang Hannian couldn't bear to look at it again.

When he was about to flee in the wilderness, he found his footsteps stepping out.

looked down sideways, only to find that the corners of his suit were pulled by the hand hidden under the quilt.

The posture of the slender five fingers tightly grasping the corners of the suit seemed to catch his whole person.

No more escaping a step!

Jiang Hannian didn't have the slightest intention of escaping.

Not only did he not let go of the hand, but he took off his coat and stuffed it into the quilt along with the hand, for fear that the flowers would get cold.

Jiang Hannian was full of joy, half kneeling beside the bed, just quietly staring at Fanhua's face inch by inch, only to feel that a heart was about to be melted and sweetened.

After a while, he couldn't help but take out Fanhua's hand again, close it firmly in his palms, and bow his head to gently imprint a kiss on the back of his soft white hand.

His voice was low, like the most tender and affectionate lover:

"If you don't let me go, I won't go."

The next day.

The first to wake up was naturally Jiang Hannian.

Half-kneeling and half-lying asleep on the side of the bed, he moved slightly, and his arms, legs, and knees were numb and sore.

But he didn't care at all, and while staring at Fanhua's face with a gentle smile, he stood up and moved his hands and feet.

His hands and feet were moving, but his eyes were reluctant to leave the flowers, as if the flowers could run away at any time, tight.

The light of the morning sun shone in, reflecting the quiet and childlike pure face of the flowers, and also the blue and black caused by fatigue and lack of sleep under her eyes.

Jiang Hannian, who didn't notice it last night, flashed distress in his eyes, and leaned over to kiss Fanhua eyelashes.

After kissing, he shrank back as a thief.

After finding that Fanhua was still breathing evenly and her eyes were closed, she touched her lips and smiled even brighter, even revealing an inexplicable stupidity.

Jiang Hannian didn't find food and vegetables in Fanhua's kitchen, so he went to his room next door to find ingredients, tied an apron and began to cook porridge for Fanhua.

Throughout the whole process, there was a sweet smile on his handsome and fair face, and when the thinly boiled mushroom porridge emitted a tempting aroma, he opened the porcelain lid and sniffed the aroma lightly-

Sunlight streamed in through the window, adding a gilded glow to his perfect face.

The young man standing sideways against the light, his face like a god.

But he wore an apron on his body, and held a spoon in his hand, and it seemed that the gods had fallen to the earth.

Handsome as a fairy.

Fireworks on earth.

Two completely different painting styles are strangely fused into one in him at this moment.

Complement each other, perfect and picturesque, without the slightest weirdness.