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Li Xuan got up, left the bedroom, went to the bathroom to soak the towel in warm water, and walked back.

In front of the bed, Li Xuan bent down and wiped Xixi's little face and hands with a towel.

The little guy's brows furrowed, and he was half-asleep and dodged the towel in Li Xuan's hand.

After a few moments, a small hand reached over and grabbed her arm, pulling her against the bed.

Li Xuan had no choice but to half-lie beside him, thinking that he would leave after he fell asleep.

The little guy was very entangled, holding Li Xuan's arm, and never let go.

After holding a position for more than ten minutes, Li Xuan only felt that half of his arm was numb.

She tried to move, and the little one hugged her tightly again.

Li Xuan had no choice but to relax his body and lie down beside him.

It doesn't matter if you lie down, and I don't know how long it took, Li Xuan fell asleep in a daze.

So much so that when Li Shenxing came back, she had no impression at all.

Li Shenxing was dressed in a black thin tweed coat, standing in front of his big bed, looking at the sleeping one big and one small, the corners of his mouth were already curved.

Li Xuan was lying on his bed, sleeping in the same bad position as five years ago.

Li Yanxi occupied most of the bed, the quilt was pressed under him, and his little head was lying in the crook of Li Xuan's arm.

Li Xuan thought that she was already very tired, even if she was asleep, she was cautious.

It's just that like Li Yanxi, the quilt is also pressed under him.

Li Shenxing bent down, and gently pulled the quilt out from under the two of them, and helped them cover it again.

In the dark, he looked at Li Xuan's eyebrows for a long time, and his gaze softened.

He bent down and landed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Xu felt the itch.

Li Xuan stretched out his hand, wiped it on his forehead, turned around, and hugged Li Yanxi.

Li Shenxing smiled, turned around and walked out.

He didn't know how long he had been looking forward to this moment.

Li Xuan is finally back, but can she accept herself again?

……

Early in the morning, when Li Xuan woke up, she had a sleek calf pressed against her waist.

Li Xuan had a dream last night.

In the dream, her daughter pestered her, kissing and hugging her.

The little guy in the dream was soft, his hair was slippery, and he felt a little like Xixi.

Li Xuan held her daughter in her arms, and her heart softened into a puddle of water.

The daughter called her mother obediently, one after another.

Slowly, the child in his arms has become Li Yanxi.

Li Xuan was shocked and woke up from his dream.

Sure enough, when he appeared in front of him, the magnified face was very sharp.

Li Xuan blinked, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

I didn't know where I was for a while.

It wasn't until the little guy's chubby hand touched her chest that Li Xuan sat up from the bed excitedly.

Li Xuan looked down at the little guy who was struggling on the bed, speechless.

She scratched her unkempt hair, wondering when she had fallen asleep.

Seeing that the little guy was sleeping soundly, Li Xuan let out a long breath and covered his body with the quilt again.

She tiptoed out of bed, glanced back at the alarm watch on the bedside table, and it was not yet five o'clock in the morning.

Li Xuan thought that this night had passed, and Li Shenxing should come back.

She put on her slippers and pushed open the bedroom door.

It was quiet in the house.

Li Xuan wasn't sure if Li Shenxing had come back last night, so he walked in the direction of the living room alone.

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