She didn't speak, just her hands hanging at her sides, slowly clenching them, where he couldn't see, and her little face slowly tightened.

Coming back to life, until now, she didn't even have a little bit of realism.

Even if he was disgusted by his biological mother, he took him away from the night house.

Only when she was scolded by him and hugged and kissed by him did she understand that she was alive, not a ghost, but flesh and blood.

Her silence made the man's good-looking brow furrow even tighter, and he hugged her, sighed faintly, and let go of his hand.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her little face still drooped, making it difficult to see her expression.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Bo Qiyan got up from the bed, walked to the entrance, opened the door, and walked out.

When the door was closed at night, the little face covered by long black curls lifted up and looked at the bedroom door.

He said he went to take a shower, why went out?

Ten minutes later, the man pressed the code and walked in with his suitcase.

He didn't go directly into the bedroom, but walked into the cloakroom, opened the suitcase he had brought over, and after putting the clothes in order, he took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower flushing sounded, and at night I sat on the oversized soft bed with my knees crossed, my long black curly hair draped over my shoulders, looking out the window, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom and the sound of the waves outside the window.

From the moment he signed the contract, he seemed to treat her differently.

Alienated and indifferent, but with a spoiling that people can't ignore.

Doesn't he dislike her?

The slender fingers dotted on her knees, and she faintly thought that during the day, he kissed impulsively until he was about to suffocate, and then abruptly stopped looking.

The little face rested on her lap and looked at the bedroom door, where the man she loved and hated the most in her life was bathing, bathing in her apartment.

Maybe it will come out in the next moment.

She thought expressionlessly, maybe in this life, because he took her away from the night house, many things were different from the previous life.

He is going to divorce Tang Xuan because of her.

He's going to destroy the night house, and it's because of her.

Ying's lips tugged at her, but she didn't laugh, she thought, his salty, not light, and not warm feelings, still made her shake.

It seems that it is not difficult to accept it by giving him the most intimate thing now, doing the most intimate thing with him.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and she pursed her lower lip.

Seeing the man with a bath towel around his waist, holding a towel to wipe his half-dry and refreshing short hair, he walked towards her step by step, and thought faintly in his heart, in terms of appearance, he is really good-looking.

In terms of male color, he is top-notch in the entire Tongcheng, and of course his cheap friend.

The girl's eyes were faint, as if she was looking at him, and as if she was looking through him to look somewhere else, the man took off the towel that was wiping his hair, walked to the bed, threw the towel beside him, and knelt on the bed on one leg, close to her.

The smell of fresh and refreshing shower gel wafted over, and he was still holding his knees at night, but his little face was raised as he approached, and a pair of brown peach blossom eyes seemed to have a thin layer of mist, looking at him, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Go get some pajamas."

The man's thin lips hooked, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed his warm and dry palms on her long hair, as if he was stroking a pet, and like stroking his beloved woman.

Thinking of this, he smiled, walked past him, stepped on the ground, and walked towards the cloakroom.

Beloved woman? Does he have a heart?