Feeling Xu Jiamu's hot tears slipping past his face, Sang Ji's heart suddenly surged, and he was very distressed.

Sang Ji blinked, her head gradually emptied, and the man in front of her hugged her and gnawed.

After a long time, Xu Jiamu slowly let go of his hand, looking at the tears on Sang Ji's face, which he didn't know if it was his or his own tears, he was a little panicked.

Xu Jiamu raised his hand and stretched out the carton on the table, and took a few tissues to wipe Sang Ji's face.

Xu Jiamu opened her lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you crying?" ”

Sang Ji didn't answer, pursed his lips and shook his head with a comforting smile, "Didn't cry." ”

"Good." Xu was driven by Sang Ji's smile, and Xu Jiamu also raised a smile that looked reassuring and calm.

"Why are you crying?" Sang Ji swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly, but finally asked the doubts in his heart.

Xu Jiamu's smile froze, lowered her eyes and threw the tissue in her hand into the trash, "Because...... I did something wrong. ”

When Xu Jiamu said this, he put on a very calm appearance, which was inexplicably distressing.

Sang Ji pursed his lips and endured the next question, leaning into his arms, looking at Xu Jiamu's expression seemed to be very uncomfortable, Sang Ji lowered his eyelids and stopped his mouth, if Xu Jiamu didn't want to say, she didn't want to ask and didn't want to expose his scars and make him hurt.

The two hugged each other for more than half an hour, Xu Jiamu moved her slightly numb body, listened to the even breathing sound ringing in her ears, and gently pushed her away by holding Sang Ji's head.

After making sure he hadn't woken her up, he bent down and picked her up and slowly walked to the bed.

Xu Jiamu leaned closer to the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping face, she couldn't help but squint her eyebrows and smile, her eyes swept over her delicate little face and fell on her lips, and her waist fell uncontrollably for a few seconds, until she touched the soft lip flap.

Feeling the touch, Sang Ji moved his brows, but he also turned over without noticing, hugging the quilt beside him.

Xu Jiamu raised his eyebrows and let out a long sigh of relief, stood up and walked back to the sofa to sit down, and continued to look at the mysterious and sacred objects listed by Sang Ji.

Most of them were the words he left, or the unsent letters she wrote to him.

Xu Jiamu picked up the only test paper in the box, which was still in English.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled, spreading out the test paper and looking at the neatly written explanations, notes, and knowledge points on the paper.

This is the homework that Sang Ji took home when he was a sophomore in high school, but he didn't expect him to go to tutor her so seriously, but it was used for collection.

But fortunately, the results still soared in the end......

Xu Jiamu's thoughts suddenly froze, thinking of the memory that both he and she were particularly sensitive and disgusting, and frowned and stopped thinking.

That memory is the black history of Sangi, but it is the disease in his mind.

If it is discovered in time, Kuwaki will not be harmed.

Xu Jiamu's smiling face slowly fell, and he turned his head calmly and without waves to look at the person sleeping with his back to him.

Xu Jiamu put down the paper in his hand, closed the box, and muttered softly: "A little tired and a little sleepy......"

He muttered while drooping his eyelids, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, removed the hard objects on his body and lay down beside Sangi.

Smelling the milk fragrance emanating from her body soothed the unpeace in her heart.

Xu Jiamu's whole spirit became relaxed, he let out a long breath of relief, reached out and hugged the little woman holding the quilt in his arms, put the pillow on the pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.

With the sound of Kuangji's even breathing, he fell into a deep sleep.