A light suddenly appeared in front of her, and Qiao Yan was dazzled by the light. Her consciousness was restored, this was not a dream, everything that happened just now was real!

She was shocked to find that the quilt on her body was missing, and her nightgown was open, revealing the white and plump skin of her chest, and the cold was bubbling cold. She shuddered, tightened her neckline in a panic, and curled herself up in a ball.

Yu Chihong's face was close at hand, he was naked, his eyes flashed in the light, and his face looked very pale. "I'm sorry, I'm ......," he muttered, looking more embarrassed, more disoriented, more flustered than she was, "I had a dream." He was very remorseful, and actually confused the dream with reality, offending Qiao Yan, but fortunately he woke up in time and did not make a big mistake.

Qiao Yan's face turned red, her eyes drooped, and her voice was weak and weak. "I ...... too Dreaming. She didn't mean to blame him, she clearly remembered that she was very cooperative, and even took the initiative to respond to him. She was just puzzled, why did that feeling so real and familiar, the previous spring dreams, the hugs and kisses of the man in the dream, actually blended with the feeling of intimate contact with Wei Chihong, I don't know if it is illusion or reality.

Yu Chihong was stunned, and his eyes stopped fixedly on Qiao Yan's face. Her long eyelashes fluttered weakly, hiding a pair of hazy and shrunken eyes. There was a ripple in his heart, he was not a sitter and a flurry of Megumi Yanagishita, deep in his heart, it was not without a surging wave. It's just that what the tide is eager to embrace is an ethereal shadow that has accompanied him for many years.

The girl who cries in her dream is real. He still didn't know her name, and he couldn't even remember her face, but he couldn't forget the lingering passion of that life-and-death moment, just like a meteor shining across the sky, leaving him with endless coldness and desolation.

He froze, his voice became very calm, and he said in a low voice, "You go on, I'll go outside." He picked up the quilt that had slipped to the ground, covered Qiao Yan's body, put on his pajamas, took out a coat from the closet, went out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

Qiao Yan stared at the closed door, she felt confused, and felt an indescribable discomfort and discomfort. With a deep sigh, she turned off the lights, and her mind floated in the dark void.

After a short sleep, Qiao Yan woke up. When I opened my eyes, the curtains were still tightly drawn, and the room was still dim, but the rain outside had stopped, and the light blue curtains had sunlight floating. She turned over, hugged the quilt, there was a weak laziness, and in the early winter morning, the chill was deep.

She rested her head with her hands, unconscious, unconscious, and dreaming. Squinting her eyes, she looked at the curtain from under her eyelashes, there were many lights and shadows overlapping and intertwining on the curtain, she looked at it, and jumped in shock, her consciousness returned, remembering what had happened last night. He sat up suddenly, clasped his hands on his knees, and thought quietly and thought quietly.

What happened with Yu Chihong last night is still fresh in my memory, not only in my memory, but also in my dreams, but also in reality! She covered her cheeks with her hands in shame.

There were two sudden knocks on the door, and she turned to look at the door. "Who?"

"Can I come in?" It was Yu Chihong's voice.

Qiao Yan took a deep breath, brushed her messy curls with her hands, and slowly spit out the words: "Yes." ”

The door opened, and Wei Chihong walked in.

"Did you sleep well?" Qiao Yan pretended to ask lightly, although she had already got the answer from his tired expression, she still wanted to find something to talk about.

Yu Chihong's heart couldn't help but move, after separating from Qiao Yan last night, he barely slept anymore, and his mind was always swirling with the scenes in and out of his dreams. He was confused and confused, unable to figure out his emotions. However, he didn't reveal it in front of Qiao Yan. "Okay, what about you?"

"It's fine." Qiao Yan, like him, said things against his will.

"Hurry up and get up, it's already 7:20, don't be late for work." Wei Chihong took out a set of clothes from the closet and quickly walked outside.

Qiao Yan hurriedly jumped out of bed and changed her clothes. Walking out of the bedroom, there was no trace of Yu Chihong, only pajamas and coats on the armrests of the sofa. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, and after freshening up, she took another look at her face in the mirror, and fortunately, at least there were no dark circles. Just as he was about to go back to the bedroom to fold the quilt, Yu Chihong came back with a bag of breakfast, which was a meat bun and soy milk bought at a nearby breakfast project stall, which was convenient and fast.

He beckoned Qiao Yan to eat together, and Qiao Yan sat down at the small dining table. She quietly looked at Wei Chihong, he was wearing a black leather jacket, a youthful rhythmic sense of light, with dark slacks, looking extraordinary.

So handsome! She secretly admired, but remembered the black trench coat and expressed it undisguisedly. "Why aren't you wearing that black trench coat?"

"If you take it to dry cleaning, you can't wear the same clothes every day." Yu Chihong stared at her deeply, and her deep gaze made her feel a little shocked and disturbed. He wasn't "looking" at her, he was simply "seeing" her.