The soft strands of hair faintly swept his chin, and it was a little itchy.

In the blink of an eye, his gaze fell on the back of her slender and soft white neck, and the wide neckline allowed him to faintly see most of the skin inside her clothes.

The dark eyes deepened and darkened, but the woman in her arms moved, and a warm fragrance burst from her neckline and reached his nose.

He was slightly stunned.

Meng Yi'er moved her body again at this moment, feeling that the soreness on her legs had passed, so she said softly:

"Yan Yichen, I'm ...... I'm all right."

Yan Yichen's heart moved slightly, she was unwilling to let go of her, and she couldn't wait to lock her in her arms forever.

Thinking that she used to always call her a "hooligan", but now that the relationship between the two has eased slightly, although Yan Yichen was unwilling, he still cautiously let go of her.

Seeing her stand firm, he withdrew his hand.

"Is it okay?"

Meng Yi'er blushed slightly and nodded.

"It's fine! Sorry, I just had a numb leg. ”

Yan Yichen hooked his lips, "I know." ”

A simple sentence made Meng Yier pause,

"Thank you."

Meng Yier tilted her head slightly, and found that the hairball had finished eating the cat food and fell asleep lazily with her eyes closed.

"The furball is very good, I love it."

She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Yan Yichen, I want to take in the hairball, you are its owner, I want to hear your opinion." ”

As soon as Meng Yi'er's words fell, a cold voice came.

"Good ......"

She wanted to take in the hairball, of course Yan Yichen was willing, he had taken care of the hairball for so long, and he had feelings for it unknowingly, but because he was allergic to cats, it was not convenient to take care of it after all, of course he hoped that the hairball could find a good owner to take care of it instead of him.

He could tell that she really liked the furballs.

"You agree?" Meng Yi'er looked at him with some surprise in her eyes, she didn't expect him to answer so quickly, and she didn't seem to think for a moment.

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, "Why not?" Furball likes you very much, and besides, ......, "Furball was taken in by you, and I just have one more reason to contact you."

"And what?"

Meng Yi'er looked at him and stopped talking, raised her eyes to look at him, and unexpectedly bumped into his slightly smiling black eyes.

"It's nothing ......, it's late, you rest early."

After speaking, Yan Yichen smiled slightly, then raised his slender legs and left with steady steps.

Meng Yi'er watched Yan Yichen's slender and tall figure leave, thinking about what he had just said, Xiumei frowned slightly, and muttered, "Why is this person always so strange......

Yan Yichen walked to the door, suddenly stopped, looked at Meng Yi'er slightly, and his voice was cold, "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, don't forget to ......"

Meng Yi'er was slightly stunned, she didn't react to what he meant for a while, she looked at him with some doubts in her eyes, and after pondering for a while, she understood. Meng Yi'er rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "I know—"

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Meng Yier took a shower and lay on the bed, but she never felt sleepy, she stared at the ceiling for a moment.

Thinking of Ke Sen's marriage proposal, she knew that she had been running away, but blindly avoiding it was not the way to do it after all.

I want to face it bravely, but I don't know how to deal with it.

She thought that in addition to admiring his talent and respecting his character, she had a good impression of him, but she didn't have the crazy passion that she imagined a good love should have.

Although she can't fully agree with his view of marriage first and love later, she can accept it.

Meng Yier thought that this relationship might be able to be tried. Looking back on his twenty-four years of life, it seems that he has never really liked someone.

Yes, it's just a good feeling.

Meng Yi'er, who was thinking with her eyes closed, suddenly had a handsome face in her mind.

Meng Yi'er opened her eyes in fright, that face was all too familiar, it was that strange man-Yan Yichen.

"How did you suddenly think of him? I must have a broken brain......"

Meng Yier muttered in annoyance and hid in the quilt irritably.

Why do you think of him?

She must hate him!?

At least, it shouldn't be liked.

Tonight, destined to be sleepless.