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Perhaps people become especially calm when they are in extreme fear.

Calm down, like a different person.

Whispering got up from the bed, and she followed the moonlight, step by step towards the man.

Ye Haocang leaned against the railing, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, and the cigarette in his hand was blown by the wind and burned quickly.

When Qingyin passed by the sofa, she picked up the small blanket on it and hugged it in her arms, she opened the window, and saw that the man's cigarette was about to burn in his hand, but he was unmoved, staring at her for a moment.

Whispering didn't speak, and she calmly draped the small blanket over the man.

Because the night was very high, she had to stand on tiptoe to barely put the blanket on.

The dark eyes of the night were stained with a thick mist.

"Brother, why don't you sleep, run out to blow the wind so you will catch a cold."

Her eyes swept over Ye Haocang's fingers, the cigarette had burned to the end, and if he didn't throw the cigarette butt away, it would burn his fingers.

"Brother, smoking is not good for your health." Said in a low voice.

Ye Haocang threw away the cigarette butt, and the small blanket that was originally draped on him was wrapped around Qingyin's body in an instant.

"Listen to you, I won't smoke it in the future."

In fact, he didn't take a few puffs of that cigarette in total, and most of it was burned out by the wind.

The sea breeze made her nose a little cold and itchy.

Whisper blinked twice and sneezed.

Ye Haocang's face changed slightly, and he instantly pulled her closer to him, he leaned against the railing, and his arms protected her to his chest, blocking her from the cold sea breeze.

The light voice pressed his side face against his chest, and his powerful heartbeat, like a beat, beat strangely in her heart.

"Yinyin."

"......" whispered, his eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment.

He...... What to call her?

Yinyin, he called her Yinyin.

When did their relationship get close enough to be called so intimately.

The light voice is like seeing a ghost, and I am at a loss.

She was at a loss, she couldn't figure out Ye Cang's thoughts, she couldn't see through him, she couldn't see through him at all.

"Do you like being with me?"

"Yes."

His embrace, warm enough to resist the cold wind, she couldn't feel the cold, even the cool air that had just been blown out by the wind was warmed by his scorching temperature.

After the light voice finished speaking, he felt ridiculous.

She doesn't know where the illusion of the night comes from, and she thinks that she likes to be with him.

Could it be that just because she put a blanket on him, he thinks she likes him?

Her voice was rusty, unable to speak any longer, and she listened to the change in his heartbeat, fast and powerful, calm and firm.

"Let's go in and sleep." He said.

Whispering clutched the blanket and took a half-step back.

She raised her face and suddenly opened her hands and held Ye Haocang's shoulders.

Standing on tiptoe, like a feather brushing by, kissed him lightly on the lips.

The touch was so fast that she passed by in the blink of an eye.

The blanket fell to the floor, and she didn't even look at it, and ran back to the room as if she was shy.

At the moment when she turned around, there was no trace of warmth in the emotions hidden by her dark eyes.

She only had one sentence in mind, and it would be good for him to mistakenly think that she liked him.

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In the morning, Qingyin was licked hard by a hairy thing #woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that the snow-white fur, the silly smiling face, the black and white eyes were open, and the lively and active probe of the pink tongue, Hachi Hachi wanted to lick #her.

She hugged the little one, the smiling little Satsuma, stretched out her two fat front paws, and screamed milkily.

Ye Haocang's fingertips flicked the door frame, "Go downstairs to eat." ”

The light voice and the dog, turning their heads at the same time, even the expression is the same.

"Brother, where did this dog come from?"

"Picked it up at the door." He said in a logical tone.

"How is it possible, this is a Samoyed, how can it be so easy to pick up ......"

Hearing her say this, Ye Haocang's tone sank slightly, "You don't like this kind of dog?" ”

Qingyin immediately smiled sweetly and said, "I like it, this is from my brother, of course I like it." ”

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