Although Song Jingxue has taken Lin Shiwan home several times, and the family has acquiesced in the marriage relationship between the two, they usually live in their own rooms.

Lin Shiwan is relatively sluggish and introverted in this regard, and Song Jingxue plans to wait until she gets married to develop logically.

Lin Shiwan glanced at Song Jingxue from time to time, Song Jingxue seemed to be sleeping soundly, but she herself was a little confused, and she couldn't calm down and do her own thing.

After an hour of confusion, she looked over the couch again.

Song Jingxue slept honestly, almost maintaining the same position, and the few strands of her long hair that were scattered almost fell to the ground.

Before meeting Song Jingxue, Lin Shiwan actually didn't like boys with long hair very much, either nondescript or motherly.

But Song Jingxue will not feel like this at all.

First, he is really good-looking, and even if he is bald, he may be able to control that face, let alone long hair; The second is that he has a unique temperament, which will not make people feel rough, but it will not look feminine because of his long hair, but it is a special charm, which is so charming.

Therefore, Lin Shiwan often feels as if she has found a treasure, and often wonders if Song Jingxue's appearance is a kind of favor from God, and she is always afraid that one day such luck disappears, and Song Jingxue will leave her.

As if sensing Lin Shiwan's gaze, Song Jingxue slowly opened her eyes.

After staring at each other for a moment, when Lin Shiwan was stunned, Song Jingxue hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled at her: "Done?"

“…… Not yet, take a little rest, you can sleep a little more. ”

Song Jingxue moved inside, then reached out and patted the vacant small space on the side of the sofa: "You can sleep too?"

Lin Shiwan's mind immediately appeared with the picture of her lying in his arms, very ambiguous, and her face turned red instantly.

She pretended to bow her head and picked up the corner of the blanket hanging from the side of the sofa, and pretended to be calm and explained: "I said that rest is just to drink some water and relax, not to sleep."

Song Jingxue looked at her with a lazy smile, like a demagogic goblin, so that Lin Shiwan hurriedly turned around and walked back to the desk.

Song Jingxue chuckled, switched positions, and closed her eyes comfortably again.

Suddenly, Lin Shiwan heard the slight sound of something falling behind her, and she turned her head to find that it was Song Jingxue's coat that fell on the side of the sofa and fell on the carpet.

It must have been accidentally touched when he was switching positions.

She flipped back again, and as she picked up her coat, the purse he had in his pocket slipped out.

His wallet is one of those short wallets that folds and opens when it falls out.

The wallet is basically full of cards, only a few cash, and ...... A photo.

It's a picture of a girl.

Lin Shiwan's heart froze, and he immediately looked at the girl in the photo carefully with his wallet. new

The girl doesn't look very old, and it's a rather stereotypical ID photo, and what's even stranger is that the girl in the photo looks a little similar to her......

But she herself has never taken such a photo, and she doesn't know Song Jingxue at her age in the photo.

In an instant, Lin Shiwan's mind flashed through countless stand-in literature that she had read.

Shocked and surprised, her heart was full of depression, and her heart seemed to be blocked, which made her feel a little uncomfortable......