Chapter 15: Impulse is the Devil

A night of tenderness......

In the early morning of the next day, Shuangshuang woke up in Zhao Xichen's arms. As soon as she opened her eyes, Zhao Xichen's well-defined face met her eyes, his head was next to hers, both of them listened to his even breathing, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but lean closer to his arms.

At this moment, she saw Zhao Xichen's long eyelashes move, and then he opened his eyes ......, "Morning." The moment he saw Shuangshuang, Zhao Xichen rubbed his eyes and greeted her. Both stared up blankly at themselves reflected in his pupils.

"Ahh "You, you, you, when did you come out?"

Both of them tightly grasped the thin quilt in their hands, and cried in their hearts: what is in Zhao Xichen's body in front of him is not his own personality! It's her ally personality!

I saw Zhao Xichen looking at Shuangshuang who was so frightened that his facial features were about to deform with an inexplicable expression, and said, "Since last night, I have come out." ”

"That, that, that......" both resisted the urge to scream, and she suddenly remembered everything that happened last night, and her heart felt a pang of despair. And you were the same last night? ”

"Yes......" Before Zhao Xichen could finish speaking, a pillow flew to his face.

"Dead pervert!" Shuangshuang's face burned red, and she desperately moved to the edge of the bed, wanting to get away from Zhao Xichen, who she was still hugging tightly a moment ago.

"You just came in like this last night, and then kissed it directly, I didn't have a chance to explain......" The pillow fell from Zhao Xichen's head, and he approached Shuangshuang with an innocent face. Does it matter, the body is the same anyway......"

"It's different anyway!" Shuangshuang's hoarse voice sounded, and she shouted in her heart: Impulse is the devil! Why is it okay for others to do wrong things, she occasionally does a ridiculous thing, and the current world newspaper comes so quickly!

"What's the difference?" Her ally is aggrieved.

Hearing this, the angry Shuangshuang was stunned.

What's the difference? Her flaming emotions gradually cooled down as if cold water had been poured on her.

If Zhao Xichen knew that she was not the real Mei Yami, but an imposter who borrowed her body, how would he react? Will he say "not the same thing anyway" as he does now?

Thinking of this, her heart felt as if it had fallen into a glacier......

"Calm down......" Zhao Xichen's earnest words sounded in her ears.

"You go away!"

When he said this, he felt that his hands were wet, and when he looked down, it turned out to be his own tears. Two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks and then snapped down her fingers.

"Your reaction is too funny......" Seeing her crying, Zhao Xichen sighed and reached out to stroke her head. So...... Are you still in love with him, and I'm still in love with another one, right? Since you still love him, don't go to someone else, stay with him. How good it is that a lover will eventually become a family. ”

"Don't talk about this yet......" Shuangshuang slapped his hands away, "Let's make a code, so that this situation doesn't happen next time......"

"yes, yes...... So what code do we make? ”

yes, what's a good code?

After thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration flashed through Shuangshuang's mind.

"Forty ......"

"Two?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xichen picked it up. Shuangshuang thought of the number of this room.

At this time, Shuangshuang suddenly thought of a good idea. "The two words are in pairs, and you will call me Shuangshuang in the future, and I will know that you are you. How about you call me Shuangshuang, I call you forty? ”

"You're giving me a name?" Zhao Xichen looked a little dazed, "Then when I come out later, I'll call you Shuangshuang......"

"Oh, yes." When she heard Zhao Xichen call her name, her body froze, she didn't expect that in her lifetime, someone would call her by her real name, and the person who called her by her real name was still Zhao Xichen.