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"Fool, it's not like you'll never see you again......" Shen Mochen reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head, gently wrapped the peach in his arms with both arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said, "When did you start to become sentimental?" ”

"Or else? Should I be like a woman with my hands on my hips, look up to the sky and smile, and say to you, Shen Mochen, Shen Mochen, you finally left the sight of the old lady?? Momoko buried her head in his chest and said sullenly.

"Ouch...... It hurts......" Her pink cheeks were pinched unceremoniously by someone, and Shen Mochen's cool voice came from above her head: "Where did you learn this?" ”

"......" Peach's mouth was torn into a straight line by Shen Mochen, and he couldn't speak if he wanted to, so he had to keep rolling his eyes at him, signaling him to let go quickly.

"Hmph, don't let me hear the word 'old lady' coming out of your mouth in the future, be civilized." Although Shen Mochen's tone was cold, he couldn't bear to let go of his hand after all.

Momoko rubbed her cheeks vigorously, and looked at him with a pair of big black and white eyes complainingly, obviously you disliked my sentimentality...... Whining......

"Let's go, let's go back." Looking up at the night in front of him again, Shen Mochen took Peach's hand and walked silently towards the entrance of the park.

When he got home, it was already eleven o'clock, Shen Mochen urged Peaches to quickly wash and scrub and then watched her go to bed, and then walked to the door of the room to help her turn off the light, ready to close the door by the way.

"Husband......" In the dark, the faint and crisp voice of peaches was heard.

"Huh?" Shen Mochen paused slightly on the doorknob, and his dark and deep eyes followed the hazy street lamp outside the window, and looked towards the figure on the bed in the middle of the room.

"That...... Can you sleep with me......" There was a hint of anticipation in Peach's small voice, and her big black and white eyes, printed with the faint light of the street lamp outside the window, shone slightly in the dark.

"......" Shen Mochen stood at the door and did not answer, and after being silent for a while, he finally said in a low voice: "Well, you go to sleep first, I'll come to accompany you when I go wash up." ”

"Okay." There was a hint of joy in Momoko's voice, and then obediently closed her eyes and waited for him to wash up.

Shen Mochen shook his head helplessly, turned around and closed her door.

By the time he finished washing up and stood in front of Peach's bed, the person on the bed had already fallen asleep, the corners of her ruddy mouth were tightly pursed, and a pair of delicate eyebrows were gently wrinkled in her sleep, not like the smile on the corners of her lips when she slept on weekdays, a pair of small hands tightly grasped the thin quilt covering her body, and her slender body shrunk into a ball.

Shen Mochen looked at her sleeping posture like a shrimp, the corners of his lips couldn't help but hook up a faint smile, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a little, and then lifted the thin quilt and lay down next to the peach lightly.

A soft, fragrant 'octopus' immediately entangled.

He reached out and put his arm around her slender shoulder, then gently imprinted a kiss on top of her head, and said "good night" softly and almost inaudibly.

The familiar smell came from the side, giving people an inexplicable sense of reassurance, and Peaches' slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and the corners of her pursed lips gradually relaxed.