The Dawn of His Light (2)

on a pile of sand.

The wind is stronger.

White millet wears the coat of a night owl. The night stalker wears a white short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing strong arms.

She reached out and touched his arm twice, and the place where the tentacle was touched was cold.

"You put your clothes on, it's terrible to catch another cold in a place like this." White Millet said as she took off her night owl's coat. Whatever the reason, the three of them can't be okay with any of them right now.

This time, the night owl didn't shirk it anymore and put on his coat directly. Bai Suye breathed a sigh of relief, it was rare for him to be so obedient.

However, in the next moment, I only felt a tightness on my waist.

Before she could come to her senses, she had been carried by the night owl and sat sideways on his strong legs.

She looked up in surprise.

"Night stalkers?"

The night owl hugged her slender with her open coat and wrapped her in her arms.

The wind outside, blocking her clothes, was clinging to her man's warm and generous chest. Bai Xiaoye only felt a burst of warmth in her heart, and she didn't even struggle for half a minute, of course......

In this situation, she has no room for struggle at all.

Instead, let yourself soften and lean on his chest.

"Still cold?" His voice was low, and his eyes were deep in the distance.

“…… Not cold. She shook her head, and her uninjured arm went from her clothes to the back of his waist. Quietly, he hugged him tightly.

The night owl's tall figure was visibly stiff. But, soon, nature returned.

His gaze slowly moved back to her face. The big palm rubbed lightly on her waist twice, and her eyebrows furrowed, "Why did you lose so much weight?" ”

It's okay that he didn't ask, but when he asked, the tip of Bai Xiaoye's nose was inexplicably a little pantothenic - she didn't know how she had always been strong, why she wanted to cry so easily in the past two days.

“…… Is it skinny? She replied in a low voice, burying her face in his chest, "No." ”

How can you not lose weight? From the day she returned to China on the day he got engaged, to this day, she doesn't know how she came here.

Every day, in fact, it is muddy, but every day in front of outsiders, I have to pretend to be sober and strong......

That kind of life with a mask made her almost unbearable and would collapse at any time. That's why she volunteered to come here knowing that it was high-risk. In the face of death, she may be more sober.

It's just that......

During this period of time, how is he doing?

"Night Stalker." She called his name faintly.

"Huh?"

"Let's talk." It's been ten years, ten whole years, and they haven't spoken properly.

The night owl shook slightly, and then spoke, his voice a little deeper, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

White Millet adjusted her sitting position so that her back was against his chest. The back of her head was against his chest, and she looked at the stars in the sky with a distant gaze, "These ten years...... How are you doing? ”

The night owl was silent.

The breathing is getting heavier.

For a long time, when she thought he wouldn't answer again, he said, "It's not good." ”

It was the expected answer, but when I heard him say this, my chest still hurt a little, and it was very uncomfortable.

She was silent.

"What about you?" The Night Stalker asked suddenly. His eyes were cast in the distance, and he continued: "After returning to the team, he made great achievements and became a hero of the National Security Bureau. An 18-year-old girl who played so many government troops with night owls who had no ruts, and almost eliminated half of his main army leaders overnight, which made you internationally famous in an instant. I think you've had a good time all these years. ”

A ray of sadness crossed the eyes of the white millet leaf.

Actually, quite the opposite. This decade...... She barely survived......

Just as he was about to say something, the night owl's gaze pulled back, looked down at the top of her head, and suddenly asked, "How many boyfriends have you had?" ”

“…… Well? This topic jumped too fast, and Bai Xiaoye didn't shake his mind a little.

The night owl twisted her around and squinted at her, "Three? Five? Or eight? ”

"Eight? There are too many. ”

"How many are that?" The night owl asked, and at the end, his expression was a little soothed, "Or is it the same surname Yun last time?" ”

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Fiancé?" His expression cooled a little.

This is what she said herself.

"Not really."

"What's that?"

"It's just ordinary friends. My family just likes him more. ”

Her words soothed the night stalker's expression, "So...... You haven't had a boyfriend? ”

"......" Bai Millet was silent.

The night owl's face, which had just eased down, suddenly tensed again, and his eyes were cold, "How many?" ”

Under his strong and persecutive eyes, Bai Xiaoye slowly stretched out two fingers.

To be honest, she doesn't know if those are boyfriends or not.

At that time, when she had just returned to China, she was crazy thinking about a man she shouldn't have thought about, she dreamed that it was him, and it was him when she woke up, but that man was out of reach, and she could never even touch it again. At that time, she was like a fish thrown into the desert, dying, and she just wanted to find a feasible way to get her out of the painful predicament at that time.

The psychiatrist taught her a trick called 'emotional transfer'. As long as she falls in love with a man again and enters a new relationship, she can quickly forget the relationship that she once loved but could not love.

She tried to accept the first man who pursued her, but after a week, she gave up. The second relationship is also the end of life in the shortest possible time.

These two unresolved relationships, if they were feelings, did not make her withdraw from the past, but made her even more desperate to find that the man had taken root in her heart, sprouted, and grown into a vine that entwined her bones and blood and wrapped around her heart.

If you forget, I'm afraid it's going to be the next life. Even though, she refused to admit this terrible fact for a long time.

The night owl snorted coldly, clasped her fingers into her palm, and forced her with a dangerous look in her eyes, "Sure enough, as I expected, Minister Bai has lived as I expected in the past ten years." ”

"Didn't you have a girlfriend too?" Bai Xiaoye tried her best to make her tone sound lighter, "If you don't say anything else, just talk about your fiancée...... I've heard about it in country S, and your engagement banquet was held in a big way some time ago, and the whole city is celebrating you......"

Speaking of this, Bai Xiaoye suddenly couldn't go on.

She glanced at the night owl, and all her pretense of ease seemed a little difficult.

The heart is sour.

"I want to sleep, but I don't want to watch the sunrise......" she yawned lazily, but her voice couldn't be lower.