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Early the next morning.

Mo Xian's work and rest time is regular, and waking up at half past six in the morning is the norm.

After getting along with him for nearly half a year, she gradually became familiar with and accustomed to the breath of Yu Shen. Woke up from his arms, Mo Xian was calm and natural.

The man was breathing steadily, and he was still sleeping.

Mo Xian moved slightly, raised his head and looked at his face from the bottom up. The early morning light was not yet bright, and the white light of the fish belly outside the window floated in, and by this weak light, she looked at him carefully for a while.

It's very good-looking.

The facial features are handsome, the outline is hard, and the eyes are closed and the eyes are asleep.

Looking at it, Mo Xian's gaze fell on his eyes. Her hand in the quilt grabbed the corner of his coat and slowly approached again, only a few centimeters apart between the two faces.

She was looking at his eyelashes.

Good long eyelashes, good-looking.

I really want to pull one.

Mo Xian slowly stretched out his hand from the quilt, and according to what he thought in his heart, the white fingers came closer and closer to his eyes. As soon as the fingertips touched his eyelashes, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

The black and white eyes stared straight at her like that.

Mo Xian exclaimed in surprise, immediately retracted his hand into the quilt, and drilled down, leaving only one head exposed.

"You've got something on your face, I want to help you get it off......"

He looked at her like he was looking at a fool. After a few seconds, he echoed his little fool: "Probably falling into the dust." ”

"Yes, dust." Mo Xian crawled a few times and was about to get up, the two of them were too close, and she was lying in his arms again, and she touched something inexplicably in the process of crawling.

She stiffened and raised her eyes, and the man's face froze and looked down at her.

The two men stared at each other for a moment in a stalemate.

Mo Xian stared into his eyes, watching closely, observing the change in his expression and the depth of his eyes. She fumbled under the pillow with her hands behind her back for a few moments, and a second before the man pressed it down, she put the phone with the screen on in front of his eyes.

Almost in his face.

Mo Xian held his mobile phone while crawling out from under him, "Dao, Tao Te Ching, you read it a few more times to get rid of evil spirits." ”

The girl jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Watching the small figure slip away, the man smiled silently. Then he sat up and picked up the mobile phone she left on the bed, and the screen was indeed the original "Tao Te Ching".

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Yu Shen brought her a skirt, the size was very suitable.

Mo Xian changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom and walked down the corridor to the inner room. Her attention was first drawn to the electronic calendar hanging on the wall, which had a number on it.

Ninety-two.

She remembered glancing at the wall when she came to the master bedroom last night, and the number on it was ninety-three.

Yesterday was June 19th, and today is June 20th. Yesterday was 93 days before her 20th birthday, September 20th, and today is 92 days.

Yu Shen, a careful and thoughtful businessman, is counting days.

She once saw a sentence written to her by her mother in her late mother's diary: Envy, mother hopes that you can find a man who has worked hard to marry you.

Such a man will either ask for you, and he will protect you for his own sake. Either he loves you, and he will guard you for the rest of his life.

In the process of reminiscing, Mo Xian turned his gaze to the man standing on the edge of the bed who was methodically wearing a shirt and buttoning it.