"Sss Huo Jingyan had a painful expression on his face, as if he was really hurt by Yan Xinling.

But the hand on her waist still didn't let go, Yan Xinling knew that he was acting, ignored him, and stopped with a punch.

Young Master Huo saw that he was working so hard and no one paid attention to him, so he simply unloaded the weight of his entire body on the little woman and was next to her.

"You're so heavy, don't interfere with my TV watching." Yan Xinling told the truth.

Huo Jingyan was also afraid of overpowering his wife, who stood up slightly and stood next to her slightly.

The two sat side by side and looked at the TV, did not deliberately find a topic to talk about, only the sound of advertisements from the TV in the living room, and there was an atmosphere of old husband and wife, and the years were quiet.

Slowly... Huo Jingyan felt a slight smash on his chest, and looked down to see that the little woman was asleep.

Huo Jingyan saw that his wife was like a cute doll after falling asleep, and the skin on her face could be blown apart, white and red.

The big eyes closed, leaving a row of long, dense eyelashes like small black brushes, covering the dark blue under the eyes.

Her rosy lips were like two dewy petals. The corners of his mouth are sunken, with a slight smile, as if he is inviting someone to kiss Fangze.

That's what he thought, and that's what he did.

Huo Jingyan lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, without going deeper. He picked up the little woman and went back to the room and covered it with the quilt. Before leaving, he left a kiss on her forehead.

I silently recited a sentence in my heart: We, the coming day will be long.

———

Yan Xinling didn't sleep well last night because of her dreams, and after Huo Jingyan carried her back to the room, she dreamed.

She went back to the room she had seen in her dream last night, but this time there was an extra wooden table in the middle of the room.

Instead of researching, she was anxious to get back the painting she hadn't seen the night before.

But there were so many doors in the room that she couldn't remember which direction they were. You can only look at the murals by the new doors one after another.

When she finally found it, she fixed her eyes for a moment, and it was a forest painting.

There was a strong sense of familiarity in the painting, but she was sure that she had never been to the forest. At least she hadn't been to such a place since she became independent, because she knew the danger and she didn't have the opportunity.

Even if Yan's father and mother had a good relationship in the past, when the family of three went out for activities, they would only go to the designated camping area or go fishing by the river.

What's more, she was the treasure of the two elders at that time, and it was impossible for her to go far. So where does that familiarity come from?

Yan Xinling memorized the painting in her mind this time, and planned to paint the painting after waking up.

She walked around the room again, quietly with her eyes and with her heart, in line with the principle of not touching anything.

Slowly, she noticed that the murals in this room brought her a different degree of familiarity.

But she was sure she hadn't been to the place in the painting. A time to step into contemplation.

She wanted to record all the drawings, but she knew it wasn't realistic, and she was lucky to be able to write down one or two when she woke up.

It's a pity, but we can only wait for the next time. She was convinced that the dream was a sign for her. Is it good or bad? She didn't know and could only leave it to the future.

Yan Xinling is a person with a strong desire to learn, and if she really wants to research, she will do everything to find answers.

The picture of the room slowly faded, and she knew she was about to wake up.

Until the room disappeared completely, Yan Xinling's eyes opened slowly after a few seconds of darkness.

Who am I?

Where am I?

A messy thought came back to reality.

She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds,

Well? How did I get back to my room last night?

What happened last night replays in my mind like a marquee.

Right! I should have fallen asleep in the living room last night.

So... The man brought me in?

She pulled the quilt and sat up,

Call... The clothes are still there.

That man is still quite a gentleman.

Giggle......

There was a knock on the door,