Qiao Yan wondered in her heart, why didn't he feel this way when he was well-dressed, perhaps, the cold-faced detective in the home style faded the aura of "god", but added an amiable charm.

Yu Chihong also stared at Qiao Yan, she was wearing a pure white nightgown, wide and loose, with a belt tied around her waist. His black hair, like a cloud, was scattered on his back. It's just dressed casually, and it's also beautiful.

His eyes were so urgent on her that Qiao Yan looked down in a panic to check if she was disheveled. Fortunately, the dressing gown is a conservative style and the neckline is also high, so there is nothing wrong with it.

"Black and white." Yu Chihong whispered.

"What?" Qiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and then heard him add, "One black and one white, the evil spirit is very heavy." ”

Qiao Yan understood, he was talking about the two of them, one in black and the other in white, which happened to be black and white. Evil spirit! Her heart was pinched, he was not wrong, she did have a bad aura, this vicious aura came from the bottom of her heart. And what about him, is he the same as her?

She didn't ask, curled the corners of her lips, and changed to a light-hearted topic. "I sleep on the couch and don't occupy your bedroom." She couldn't bear to let Yu Chihong sit on the sofa for the night again.

"The couch is too hard for you to sleep." A sincere and caring look flashed in Wei Chihong's eyes.

"You can sleep, of course I can too." Qiao Yan insisted.

Yu Chihong's eyebrows rose lightly, so thick eyebrows, so dark, so deep and bright eyes. "If you don't mind, let's just sleep in the same bed, and no one will push."

Qiao Yan's eyes are also so dark, so deep and bright. "I don't mind." She hardly hesitated, for by the eyes of a psychiatrist, he had nothing to think of her, "I know you're not interested in me. ”

"Okay." Wei Chihong deserves it simply.

Only a quilt, a pillow. Yu Chihong gave the pillow to Qiao Yan. He also wanted to let the quilt, but Qiao Yan generously shared it with him.

Wei Chihong had no distractions, and after drying his hair, he quickly fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

On the contrary, it was Qiao Yan, who was not too calm. She slept in a quilt with him, and it was inevitable that she was a little flustered and a little shy, but seeing Yu Chihong sleeping calmly like that, her heart was filled with an indescribable emotion, some lost, some melancholy, and some sad. She's really unattractive to him.

She was taken aback by her own loss, melancholy and sorrow, could it be that subconsciously, she was actually looking forward to something happening with Yu Chihong?

Yu Chihong was lying flat, the quilt was not big, it was originally covered by one person, and both of them could be wrapped tightly when they were lying flat.

Qiao Yan also laid her body flat, she lay quietly in the dark, I don't know how long she lay down, she didn't know the time, her mind wandered in the night, there were memories of the past, speculation about the future, and complex feelings about the current situation......

Qiao Yan's thoughts were hazy, and she seemed to have walked into the former Misty Mountain Villa again, and under the bright and dazzling rose wall, there was a beautiful man. He turned around slowly, but before Qiao Yan could see his face clearly, he had already stepped into the rose bush. Qiao Yan chased after her. "Don't go!" She shouted.

Instead, the man quickened his pace, passing through the flowers, and away from the winding corridor ahead. Qiao Yan chased all the way and entered a delicate three-story building. The living room was richly furnished, and Qiao Yan saw the man quickly disappear into a door in the corridor. After being stunned for a few seconds, an incomprehensible fog surged in his heart, who was he and why was he hiding? What secrets are hidden in this quiet and serene house?

At the same time, Yu Chihong was also dreaming. In the dream he was in a closed and dark room, with a girl curled up in a corner, her head resting on her hunched knees, her tearful eyes staring blankly into the distance, not moving or speaking, her face was serious and sad.

At last, she spoke, and her voice was bleak and desolate. "Are we going to die here and not get out alive?"

The girl's sorrow and grief stirred a twitch in his heart, and suddenly, he hugged her and kissed her cold lips. The girl did not resist, but hugged his waist firmly with her hand.

Qiao Yan's dream changed, and she found the man, in a dark room. As soon as she entered the room, she was embraced by the man, and then, his head bowed, his dark pupils dilated in front of her, and his burning lips pressed tightly against hers.

Qiao Yan couldn't tell if this was a dream or not, she really felt the heat emanating from the man's body, and could hear his heart beating violently. Her mind was groggy and her breath was short, and she couldn't help but react to him, almost greedily to meet the sweetness that made her dizzy. She felt like a fire, burning......

Suddenly, the man left her, and the sweetness and madness of the moment were fleeting. The scorching heat was gone, replaced by a chill.